Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 62 -

Sitting down in the restaurant, I took in the general splendor for dim lighting and warm colors. The entire air of the place was rather romantic, and the way James looked at me made me feel as if I was the only woman in the room he had eyes for, and perhaps that was true, but I had to keep my head straight.

"This place is really nice," I said as I continued to admire the room before letting my eyes fall upon him. The lust filled gaze he was giving me made my stomach knot with anticipation.

"I figured you would like it," he replied, lifting his wineglass to his lips with a smirk upon his face.

To think, just days ago, I was considering letting go of everything I had with James, and now I was sitting here across from him trying to decide if the situation was real or just an elaborate dream I had come up with. "I suppose we should discuss some things..."

Hesitation filled my words, but my thoughts kept swirling over the possibility he had been pining for me day and night since we had parted. Biting my bottom lip, I contemplated the idea, but I felt more foolish than before. "What would you like to talk about, Becca?" James asked, as if he didn't realize the complications of our current situation.

"Well, for starters, what made you decide to come here? I mean, you said it was for me, but I'm slightly confused-"

"Isn't it obvious, though?" James replied, as his gaze fell deeply into mine.

"Perhaps, but I want to know why you suddenly want this to work."

Taking a moment, he adjusted himself in his seat. "After you left, I figured out a few things, Becca. One was that Allison and Tally had purposely set the entire thing up to complicate situations and force you to leave." Sneering, I folded my arms across my chest. "Well, that makes sense. The second thing?"

"I realized I didn't want another moment to go by where I didn't have you in it."

There was a genuine expression across his face as he stared at me. It was the second time he had expressed wanting me, and his view hadn't changed.

"I'm not going back to Miami anytime soon, James." The waitress brought the food we had ordered to our table. "I plan on finishing school."

"I know," he said with a bemused smile on his face. "I have accepted that."

Over the course of time I had spent with James when I was in Miami, he had continuously tried to convince me to go to school in south Florida. Not once had he expressed the idea of being okay with me finishing school up here. That would mean whatever we had would be long distance, and trying to imagine how that would work given the circumstances, was impossible.

Could a man like James stay faithful to me while being so far away?

Men had urges that sometimes needed to be filled.

"What about Allison? She threatened to ruin my education multiple times."

The thought of having my last year at school destroyed because James wanted to keep me was spine chilling. I had worked so hard to get where I was, and as much as I cared about James, I wasn't willing to let anyone destroy my future. "I will deal with Allison. You don't need to worry about her in regards to your education, Becca." His set his jaw into a firm hold as his eyes contacted mine. He was being serious, and the determination was obvious.

Nodding, I looked down at the pasta in front of me and tried to preoccupy myself with eating. As happy as I was to see James, I couldn't shake the twittering feeling in my stomach of fear.

Why couldn't things with James just be as easy as they were with Neal?

Instead, he came with so many complications, and those complications were flying red flags waving high in the sky, trying to warn me to stay away.

"This food is amazing," I said, as my eyes met his again. "I need to know how they make this."

"Well, that's easy enough to replace out," James replied as a smile grew across his face.

*****

As dinner finished, I fell into old ways, and eventually, I was walking down the long hallway of James' apartment building in New York. We passed door after door until we finally came to one at the end of the hall that read 1972. Pulling the key from his pocket, he opened the door wide and stepped back for me to enter. I wasn't sure what I was expecting of the apartment, but it was definitely way more lavish than the one Neal had.

Tall vaulted ceilings, white walls, and modern decor lined the home. As beautiful as it was, it felt so impersonal and cookie cutter, in my opinion. However, stepping forth, I took in the spectacular views of the New York skyline. Breathtaking was the only way to describe such a view. "This is beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it," he chuckled behind me before arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. "I have honestly only been here a few times, but I'm glad I get to be here with you now."

With a clenching heart, I turned around in his arms and looked up into his eyes. I wanted more than anything to be free in the moment, but there was still something I had to know for sure. I had to be honest with him about how I felt, and that terrified me.

"I have to tell you something." As he brushed his thumb over my cheek, I whispered softly, "I'm afraid..."

"Why are you afraid, Rebecca?" he whispered as he gently pressed his lips to my forehead. Fuck, here goes nothing, I guess.

"I'm afraid I'm falling in love with you, James, and I'm terrified that you will hurt me." Casting my eyes down, I waited in hesitation for the rejection I was so sure that he would give me, but he lifted my eyes to meet his again and crashed his lips to mine in a soft and sultry way.

There wasn't a response to what I said in a way that I was expecting. However, there was more to this man I could ever explain. Reaching down, he picked me up bridal style and carried me towards his bedroom.

A soft giggle escaped my lips at his action, but as he laid me down on the soft sheets, I quickly realized this would not be like other times.

Piece by piece, we stripped our clothing from our bodies, and as it was, I felt nothing but love and care seeping off his body onto mine. With the gentle caress of the sheets against my back, I felt the thick head of his massive erection press against my folds.

Slow and tantalizing was the mood for the moment, and with every whimper leaving my lips begging him to fill me, his smile widened. "I love you, Rebecca," he whispered, making me breathless as he shoved his entire length inside me. I didn't miss the opportunity to capture his lips with my own as our bodies became one. As I clung to him, he thrust deep inside of me, forcing the small cries of pleasure from my lips that I was expecting. "Oh, f*ck..." I moaned.

"Tell me you're mine," he grunted as he bit lightly upon my neck, causing me to gasp, closing in on the intense release of pleasure that I was expecting. "I'm yours, James. Forever and Always."

The moment wasn't like the others, and with his sweet love making, I finally felt the way I always had wanted to feel. I felt desired, wanted, and loved.

Harder and faster he drove into me, and when I didn't think I could take anymore, my walls tightened around him, and I came undone as he stilled inside of me.

He leaned down, kissing me softly once more. "You're so beautiful."

The blush that crept across my cheeks was unexpected, but when he pulled out and laid next to me, he pulled me close to him, letting my head rest against his chest.

"I know things are going to be hard while you finish school, Becca. I want you to know, though, that we will make it work if that's what you want."

Taking a moment to consider what he was saying, I glanced up at him under darkened lashes and smiled. "Yes, I want to try."

I wouldn't give in and believe in it completely. There was still a possibility things could go wrong, and if they did, I didn't want to get my hopes up. I had to go in with this with a different outlook, so that way, if things fell apart, I would be prepared.

"I'm glad you do, because I was so lost without you."

He kissed the top of my head, and I smiled and ran my fingers over the front of his chest. "When are you leaving to go back to Miami?"

"The day after tomorrow," he replied, letting out a heavy breath. "I wish I could stay longer, but I can't."

It was a bummer he was leaving, but I knew in the back of my mind that this was going to have to be what I expected.

Long distance wasn't something most people could handle, and while other relationships fell through, I was determined to see it work.

"Well, then, tomorrow you can help me check out my new apartment by the school if you want."

"New apartment?" he said with a questioning glance.

"Yeah," I smirked. "I can't stay in the old apartment with Tally."

Nodding his head with realization, he sighed. "I wish she wasn't so difficult."

"She wouldn't be Tally if she wasn't. The new apartment is amazing, though, so I'm okay with it. Honestly."

"Knowing you, I'm sure it is. Where is this new apartment?" This was something I wasn't sure he was going to like, but trust was something that we were going to have to rely on being so far apart.

Opening and closing my mouth, I smiled at him before saying, "Very close to campus."

"So it will be easier for you to get to class then?" he asked as if he didn't realize the campus apartments were anywhere between four and seven thousand dollars a month. However, Neal had bought multiple units there, and the one he got for me was free.

"Oh, very much so. Tomorrow we will swing by Neal's so I can pack my things, and then we can drive up there. It will only take a few hours, and it will be fun."

James' face fell slightly hearing that I had to go by Neal's, but he pushed the emotion back and smiled at me. "Sounds like fun."