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ONE MORE CHANCE By Enola <<< part 2

PART 3

March 22, 2004 – Monday
I was supposed to talk with Tony that morning and inform him about my decision to leave my job and go back to London. I was thrilled when I woke up, but at the same time, a bit down because I missed James very much and the idea of spending four weeks without seeing him made me cry. He’d spent the night of Friday at my place but we hadn’t made love. That had been a common decision. We’d talked more and he’d wanted me to phone Carl immediately and tell him it was over. My husband had stayed silent for a moment, then he’d said that that was fine with him. He’d sounded very sorry and been on the point of saying something, but in the end, he hadn’t. James had gone away around 8am on Saturday – their plane left at 11.30am and he had to go and fetch his luggage at the hotel. We’d kissed and then hugged for at least a couple of minutes, none of the two wanted to part.

I met Tony in the parking. He was still into his car talking on phone when I arrived, so I waited for him to finish his call.
“Good morning Siân,” he smiled as he got out. “Did you have a nice weekend?”
He came closer and we kissed on the cheek. “Ahem, yeah sort of.” Despite all my attempts not to grin idiotically, I failed.
“What’s up? You look like you’re in the seventh heaven or I’m wrong?”
“Yes, I am.” I replied with a huge smile. “I’ve got an urgent need to talk with you about something very very important.”
“Well, spit it out at once. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Ok.” I took a deep breath and spoke. “I’ve decided to go back to London.”
“No! You really want to leave us?” His voice sounded deeply sorry. “I thought you loved working in here.”
“Oh yes, I love it Tony, believe me. But I need to go home.”

He looked at me carefully for a long moment laughing quietly. “Tell me the truth, there’s more behind. A nice Welsh bloke for instance?”
I lowered my eyes and didn’t know what to say, I felt too embarrassed to speak. The only thing I could think about was ‘who knows what the hell he thinks of me now’.
“You’ve never been happy with your husband – I’ve always known that. So don’t feel ashamed of it. James is a fantastic person.”
Tony’s words made me smile. “Yes, he truly is. I was in love with him before I came here. Well, I came her to go away from him but…”
“You’ve realized you still love him.”
“Yes,” I felt my cheeks burning.
“Now I understand why you were so nervous when I told you I would produce some of their new songs. What can I say? I’m so sorry you’re leaving; we’ll be missing you so much. But I’m happy for you too. I wish you and James all the best.”

As soon as I was in my office I collapsed on my swivel black leather armchair and called James. He laughed like mad when I told him that I hadn’t needed to tell Tony the real reason why I was returning to London.

Later that evening I found my husband at home. He was in our bedroom packing one more suitcase than that he usually brought with him when he had to stay away for several days. He said hello with a smile when I entered the room. For a moment none of us spoke. I told him that I would leave the flat as soon as I would find another place where to live until my departure. Carl said that there was no point in looking for another place for four weeks when I could stay here. Since he was away most of the time he would go to a hotel. I thanked him kindly saying that I appreciated it a lot. When I was leaving the room he called my name, so took my hand and invited me to sit down on the bed for a minute. He apologized for being a bad husband and was sorry he had hurt me during our marriage. He wished me luck hoping I would find soon somebody else to be happy with. I thanked him for his nice words, so he took his suitcases and went away.

March 23, 2004 – Tuesday
‘I wish I was there to rip off your clothes and make love to you all day long!’
That was the text I found on my mobile when I turned it on that morning. I laughed so much that my eyes filled with tears. When I managed to get my composure back I replied: ‘Didn’t know you could be so bloody romantic! Speechless.’
‘Was very romantic on sat. Be understanding, miss ya so fucking much.’
‘Try to be patient luv. I miss u too. Gotta get ready & go to work. Luv u XXX’
‘Love ya like mad hon. Have a nice day! X’

James phoned later when I was at home and we had a very hot call.
“Hi darling!”
“Hello hon, what are you doing?”
“I’m having a wonderful hot bath and some delicious cool white wine.”
I heard him sighing deeply: “Dunno what I’d give to be in that bath with you and do naughty things to you!”
“Mmm, tell me, what would these naughty things be?”
“Do feel like playing a nice game with me?”
“Oh yes!”
“Good. Now your hand is mine, ok?”
“Oh dear! This game’s not started yet but I so bloody love it already!”
He laughed pleased. “I’m stroking your hair now, then my hand slowly moves to your neck. I’m rubbing your shoulder and now my fingers are brushing one of your breats.”
I moaned softly.
“Is your nipple hard?”
“Erm, just a little.”
“Okay. Play with it with your fingers until it gets hard. Is it good hon?”
“Oh yeah, I’m liking it a lot. Please go on.”
“Now I’m cupping your tit in my hand and I’m squeezing it. Have I ever told you how much I love those lovely little tits of yours?” His voice was husky and he was just driving mad.
“Mmm, that’s beautiful!”

“Slowly, my hand’s going down, it’s over your belly now. Open your legs and let it reach your lovely pussy. Now my fingers are playing with your clit…do you like it baby?”
I replied with a long soft moan that made him laugh and sigh.
“You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“Don’t you fucking joke now!”
He chuckled for a while, so he went on moaning: “Oh baby, you’re so wet!”
“Of course I am…remember that I’m having a bath!”
“Oh shit, you’re right! Well, if you weren’t in the bath you’d surely be very wet!”

“Do you like they way my fingers play with your clit?”
I bit my lower lip. “Yeesss, I’ve always said that you’ve got such skilful fingers and you know how to make good use of them!”
“Yeah, I’m going to show you how good I am with them. My index and middle fingers are entering you gently.”
“Oh my…have I already said that I love playing with you?” I panted.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Oh darling, you don’t even need to ask! Please, do it!”
“My fingers are inside you completely and I’m starting to fuck you slowly and gently but going deeper and deeper. Tell me how you feel baby.”
Once again the only thing that could escape from my mouth were moans and soft cries of pure delight. “I feel so fucking goooood! Harder James, I wanna come!”

Bloody hell, I did come! We repeated our game every evening once I got home and every morning when I woke up…and what an amazing way to start a new day with! More than once we were tempted to do it even in my office during my lunch break but, in the end, we never did. It would be extremely exciting but too ‘dangerous’ as well!

April 2, 2004 – Friday
I was down. A few days ago James had informed me that we wouldn’t get the chance to play at our favourite game either last night or on morning since he would be quite busy working on studio with the guys. It had annoyed me to death and I’d been looking forward to going back home all day as he had promised we would play again.

I said bye to Tony, Gillian and all my others mates, so I rushed to the parking. As I approached my car I noticed a piece of paper caught beneath one of the anterior windscreen wipers. I read it. ‘Ready to play with me tonight?’ I was…shocked! What the hell’s going on? I thought. Is it a joke or what? No one but James and I knew about it. At that very moment a silly thought crossed my mind: had James asked anybody, on of my colleagues, to leave that note in my car? It seemed too absurd to be true. I was sure he would’ve never done it.

“So what’s your answer?”
I turned around and he was just there before me. I cried his name and run to hug him. “I can’t believe you’re here!” I said wrapping my arms round him.
“I’ve told you – I missed you too much and couldn’t bear spending another fortnight away from you.” He cupped my face in his hands and we kissed.
“Let’s go home now. We’ll go on with this there!”

He didn’t take his eyes off me when I was driving home. I told him to stop staring at him since it made me nervous, but he said he just couldn’t. I parked my car and James took his suitcase out of the boot, so hand in hand we went up my flat. We entered, James left his luggage by the door and a moment later I was with my back against the wall, James kissing me with so much passion that I could’ve never imagined possible. He sought for the zip of my skirt and unfastened it. He went on his knees quickly and pulled my skirt down. He grabbed my hips and kissed my thighs and my knickers.
“Good!” he exclaimed with a cheeky smile, “you’re already wet.”
“Let’s go to the bedroom we’ll be more…”
“No!” he interjected pulling my underwear down, “I want you here and at once!”
I uttered a groan when he buried his face in my sex. I felt his lips tasting me greedily; he took my leg and placed it over his shoulder. I wanted him. I needed him so badly. I pleaded with him not to stop. His skilful tongue entered me; I threw my head back crying his name.

Once he had made me come, James grasped my hand and we went to the bedroom both giggling madly. He told me to lie down and show him the way I touched myself when we had those hot phone calls of ours. I couldn’t stop grinning at him as I opened my legs wide and began to stroke my soaking wet pussy. He ordered to unbutton my blouse and unhook my bra and I obeyed promptly. His sparkling dark brown eyes scanned my body from head to foot several times; he was surely enjoying the show.
“Ok, now take your bloody clothes off,” I protested, “I also want to have something nice to look at.”
James got up and removed his shirt, and then he got rid of his shoes and socks. He undid his trousers and lowered them. His prominent erection beneath his boxers took my breath away. I quivered in anticipation at the thought of his nudity.

I sighed deeply when he finally took his pants off. “You’re a very handsome man, James. Your body turns me on.”
He giggled as he came closer and lay on bed next to me. “I don’t know why I like yours the most!” he grinned fondling my belly. His lips captured one of my nipples making me moan with pleasure. “You know what parts I prefer? These amazing tits, I might spend ages sucking at these lovely nipples.” His hand joined mine and they tormented my sex. “And of course, your sweet pussy. You taste so nice.”

“So, what do you like about my body?”
“I don’t need to tell – I’m sure you know what drives me crazy.”
“Yep, I think I know but I want to hear you saying it.”
“It’s that thing I’m going to take into my mouth!”
“Oh yes baby, please do it!”

“Thanks for coming James.”
“I can come every time you want me to. I love coming INTO you!”
I couldn’t help laughing. “What a naughty boy! I didn’t mean it the way.”
“What did you mean then?” he asked playing the innocent boy, “Are you complaining that I came now?”
“Not in the least darling. I should’ve said ‘thanks for being here’.”
“As you like love. But just to make things clear, you made me came.”

That was a pretty hot weekend. We made love six times just on Saturday. The first time in bed we woke; the second under the shower; the third on the worktop in the kitchen before having something to eat; the fourth in bed again after we ate; the fifth over the sofa whilst we were watching telly and sixth in bed again before we fell asleep.

During those days I had confirmation that James truly was a sex machine. What had amazed me was finding out that I was too. I’d always enjoyed sex but with James it was different. It was the way he touched me, the way he spoke to me, the way his gorgeous brown looked at me. All of that rendered everything more exciting; it expressed desire and sweetness at the same time, love in one word.

April 21, 2004 – Wednesday
I finally got back to London three days later than expected. The last couple of weeks had been horrible. I went to work unwillingly since my mind was already in London where my new life with the man I had once loved and never forgotten was going to begin. On Friday, the last day at work, my colleagues had given a farewell party for me. The next day I felt awful and thought that something I had eaten at the party was making myself sick.

Once I got into a cab I texted James and let him know I was coming. I saw him looking out of the window when the cab stopped in front of his house. A while later he came out smiling widely looking utterly blissful. The thought I was going to spoil that happiness broke my heart. We hugged each other, so we entered the house where he hugged me again and couldn’t help noticing my lack of enthusiasm.
“What’s wrong baby? Still feeling poorly?”
“I need to talk to you James,” I said softly and miserably trying to look into his eyes.
“Baby you’re scaring me now,” he breathed fondling my cheek, “you’ve sounded strange on phone lately. Please tell me what’s going on.”
We both sat down, he took my hands in his and I eventually spoke: “I had some examinations to know if everything was okay”
His eyes and voice saddened. “Siân you’re not…Please, tell me you’re alright.”
“I’m not ill James, don’t worry.” I couldn’t go on whilst looking him into the eyes. “I’m pregnant.”

He said nothing for a long while, then he got up and went away from me. “I couldn’t be the father,” he said grievously pouring a whiskey. “Have already told him?”
“No, I still haven’t managed to talk to him. His mobile is always off. I’ve left him a dozen of messages asking to call me.”
“We were careful. I think I always put a condom on.” He gulped down his drink and added, “Did your husband?”
My eyes filled with tears and no sound came out from my mouth.
“Good, there’s nothing more to say then,” he spat filling his glass with more Jameson.
“I’m so sorry James,” I whined with tears rolling down my face going close to him.
“Please Siân don’t say anything else. I need to stay alone.”
I took a couple of my suitcases and left.

I caught a taxi and asked the driver to drive me to the nearest hotel. I called Carl again; his bloody mobile was still off. I collapsed into the bed and cried my heart out. I was finally pregnant with a baby I had longed for years but I had also broken the heart of the man I loved and desperately wanted to be its father.

I left Carl a message on the answering machine at home begging him to call me as soon as he heard the message.

April 22, 2004 – Thursday
My mobile rang at 4.27am – Carl had just got home and heard my message. He apologised for not calling earlier explaining he had lost his phone and never got my other messages. Having talked to him I called James and left this message on his answering machine: ‘My husband’s just called me. He’s coming to London tomorrow. We’re meeting up. I’ll let you know. By the way, I’m at the Hampstead Britannia. Miss you so much. Bye.’

April 23, 2004 – Friday
I felt poorly and my morning sickness wasn’t the only reason. I still hadn’t heard from James; his silence was unbearable. I’d rather argue with him instead of that.

Around 1pm my hotel room phone rang. Carl had booked a room just there and we planned to meet at the restaurant in half an hour. I went down to the restaurant at once and had some milk. I waved at him when he entered the room.
“Here I am Siân,” he said kissing me on the cheek, “if you want the divorce I don’t have any objection.”
“I’m expecting a baby,” I hastened.
A little smile appeared over his face, “Well, I’m happy for you. That’s what you’ve always wanted, haven’t you? I’m glad to know there’s someone else.”
“The baby’s yours.”
“How can you be that sure?”

I was literally furious at him. “That’s crazy!” I shook my head in disbelief, “I’m your wife damn it. I had every reason to know. You knew how much I wanted a baby. How could you keep it secret from me?”
“I’m sorry. I’m unforgivable I know. I should’ve told you as soon I found it out, and believe me, I wanted to many times. I’ve been a mess of a husband. But it’s over. Now you can finally start again with that guy and your baby.”
All of a sudden my rage slipped away. Carl was right and I couldn’t manage to contain my happiness. I hugged him and at that very moment I saw James entering the restaurant. I let Carl go immediately and smiled at him, but he stormed off. I ran after him calling his name and when I left the hotel I saw a taxi driving away.
“It was him?” asked Carl behind me.
I nodded my head beginning to cry.
“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. Go to him.”
“I know him too well. I’ll never find him at home and I can’t go to every London pub to look for him.”

I went back to my room and phoned him. The first time he didn’t answer; the second time I tried his mobile was off. I then called Nick, Sean and Martin saying to tell James I desperately needed to talk to him in case they heard from him.

Around 6pm, tiring of waiting in my hotel room, I went to his house. I rang the bell and knocked at the door. “Please James if you are in, let me enter. Look, you misunderstood. I was hugging Carl just because I was happy that that nightmare I was living in was finally over. James? Please open the door. JAMES? The baby’s yours.” After a minute I got no answer, I decided to leave. I stared at the door for a moment and it eventually opened. James looked at me questionably. He went away from the door leaving it opened for me.
“How can you say that the baby’s mine?” his hoarse voice made me shiver.
“Carl is sterile. He found it out last year but he never told me before today.”
“Is he sure?”
“Yes, he can’t have children.”
“And he’s still at the hotel?”
“I think so, why?”
“’Cos I’m going to smash his fucking face in!” he said with a huge smile hugging me.

“I’m so sorry James. I…”
He silenced me placing his fingers over my lips. “You’re not the only one to blame. I also have to apologise. I should’ve called you and I should haven’t rushed away earlier. When I saw you hugging him I got furious. I thought I had persuaded you to get back together with him because of the baby. I came ‘cos I wanted to tell you I missed you too and didn’t care not being the baby’s father and I would’ve took care of it all the same and raised it as mine.”
I looked and smiled at him utterly moved. I tightened my arms around him and said, “You’re a wonderful man James. That’s why I love you so much.”
“I love you too honey,” he moved some hair from my face and we gave us a long sweet kiss.

As we broke the kiss he took me in his arms. “What are you doing?” I giggled.
“You look tired love. I’m sure you haven’t either slept or eaten enough lately, so now I put you to bed and while you take a little nap I’ll get you something nice to eat.” He carried me upstairs and lay me down in his bed gently. “Any special requests?” he inquired covering me with a blanket.
“Erm, yes!” I grinned. “Ravioli, chicken, chips, chocolate cake, vanilla and chocolate ice cream.”
“Nothing else?”
“Oh yes,” I giggled, “I forgot the most important thing. Milk. A lot of milk, I can’t drink anything else. And make sure to buy a lot of food too, especially ravioli.”
“Don’t worry honey,” he laughed kissing me in the forehead, “I’m aware that you’ve got to eat for two now.”
“Are you happy? About the baby I mean.”
“I’ve found you again after eight years and within the year we’re having a baby. Everything’s happening quite quickly but I don’t mind. So the answer is: yes, I’m happy. Very very happy.”

December 25, 2004 – Saturday
James is pacing the living room quietly and can’t take his eyes off the little angel who’s sleeping peacefully in his arms – our two-week-old baby boy Dylan. Together they are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. As concerned myself, I’m recovering from the delivery and trying to lose the weight I gained during the pregnancy. James doesn’t mind it. He’s said I look splendid – my breasts are now rather bigger! Looking at our baby Dylan I wonder if he’ll look like his ‘naughty’ daddy one day…

The end.

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