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James Landis Story Chapter 31

James Landis Story Chapter 31





The lights flickered and the guests made their way into the hall oblivious to the tragedy just outside the walls.

James sat next to Angie with two open seats next to him. Soon the lights dimmed and the ceremony began.

Three hours later the lights were coming back up and James was exhausted. He'd managed to stay awake for most of the presentations and had actually joined Angie, Thierry, Lakshmi, Rig, and Tajo on stage while Angie accepted the special award for her husband's achievements. The band also received a special award and Thierry and Rig gave heartfelt speeches and hugged on stage. Tajo and Lakshmi had tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces. James hugged Angie and she rested her head on his shoulder.

After that excitement James struggled to remain conscious through award after award to people he didn't recognize. Mostly the unsung heroes Angie explained quietly.

Now they were able to leave and they made their way back to the salon. The bar was still open but James wanted to remain sharp in case Greg returned. They were standing by one of the tables posing for pictures with their awards. Several photographers from the press had been invited in to take photos for the papers. One pushed forward to speak with Thierry and Rig.

Were you aware that Greg Hahn was murdered this evening just prior to the award ceremony? the reporter asked.

Greg's dead? Thierry and Rig blurted. The three women and James all wore shocked expressions and a photographer caught that image as the lead image of the entertainment pages.

Hey, we saw him being taken into police custody! Who killed him? Rig barked at the reporter.

His wife, and a murder-suicide apparently, Happened in the alley next to the building.

Jillian's dead? Angie gasped and she began to cry.

Do you know why she- the reporter began but they'd had enough of the questions. They headed over to get their coats. A stretch limo was brought around and the six of them climbed in. They went to the hotel Tajo and Rig were staying in because there was a great bar on the top floor that is quiet, and private, and open late.

They found a lovely space to sit with three plush, leather loveseats around a low coffee table. The waitress brought them drinks. James was allowing himself a scotch since his bodyguard duties were apparently over.

When they were finally alone Rig released a heavy sigh. I know this may be a tasteless and heartless thing to say but I don't feel bad in the slightest about Greg being murdered. There is a kind of cosmic balance to it. I feel bad as shit about Jillian but you know Greg is completely responsible for that as well. What he did to that woman bent her mind completely out of shape.

Thierry leaned forward to look Angie directly in the eye. No one here tried harder than you to free Jillian from Greg's control. There is NO need for guilt or self-recriminations from you on that front. I know you are taking on that guilt but please understand that I'm calling bullshit on your guilt.

Angie snorted hearing prim and proper Thierry using such coarse language. The others chuckled as well.

James smiled seeing Angie's spirits were being lifted by her friends. Here was a family James wasn't even aware that Angie had. He was so happy for her.

The drinks arrived and Rig and Thierry saw him savoring his scotch. How does someone so young pick up the knowledge of drinking scotch like seasoned professional old farts like us? Rig asked.

"Hey!" Thierry protested being included in the 'old fart' reference.

The ladies giggled.

James smiled at them. As I was instructed in the art of appreciating good scotch by my mentor Dale Grant.

Thierry's eyebrows went up. Dale Grant? That wouldn't happen to be Dale Grant of Averments Inc, Grant Logistics, or DG Energy would it?

I don't know. He said he's created many companies and ran them until they ran themselves. Those could be some of them, James mused as he sipped the scotch.

Thierry and Rig shared a look and laughed. The lad rubs elbows with the rich and famous and walks away unaffected! Thierry teased.

"How should I be affected?" James asked curiously.

That just led to more laughter. Angie leaned over and kissed his cheek. He smiled and heard a song begin that he used to hear Shirley sing so long ago. Can we dance?

"Sure!" she smiled.

They went out onto the empty dance floor and swayed to the golden tones of The Flamingos singing, I Only Have Eyes For You. James didn't have much of a singing voice so he didn't try to sing along.

Angie smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with her joy. They glided around the dance floor, their bodies fitting together perfectly.

The song ended and they found themselves swaying to Etta James' 'At Last'. Angie rested her cheek on his chest and they just rocked together.

Would you mind if, we went back to the hotel now James, I'm feeling a little overwhelmed by everything that happened this evening. As horrible as it might sound, the pressure I've felt all these years is gone and that feels so good! I'm glad it's over but how it ended has shaken me badly.

Of course! Anything you need! Ed said.

He walked her back to their seats.

James and I are going back to our hotel. I'm done in, Angie announced.

Everyone got to their feet and hugs and kisses were exchanged. Promises were made for getting together in the New Year and they took their leave.

Once they got back to the hotel they just got ready for bed and slipped under the covers. Angie needed to snuggle and James had no problems with that.

In the middle of the night James woke hearing Angie crying out in her sleep. He gently woke her and she broke down in tears so he wrapped her in his arms until she slipped back into sleep. He stroked her back until he slipped into sleep himself.

James dreamt of Shirley's skilled mouth on his cock as he slept and jolted awake when the sensations became too real. Angie looked up at him from his hard cock.

Oh good! You're awake!" she grinned.

He grinned back at her. Angie climbed up on his body and rubbed her wet pussy lips up and down his hard cock.

Oh Geez us James that feels so good! She moaned.

She lifted herself up and positioned the head of his cock against the outer lips of her pussy. She moaned a little at how good it felt to press his sensitive flesh against hers. So hard yet soft and hot!

Angie began to drop down over his cock as his head dropped back on his pillow as it felt so good.

Oh Angie, that feels so good! James moaned. He reached up and put his hands on Angie's large tits, feeling the heavy, soft flesh in his fingers. He took her nipples between finger and thumb gently, rolling and pulling the stiffening buds as Angie threw her own head back in ecstasy. She dropped the rest of her pussy over his cock and her pelvis slapped against his.

"Oh my god" James groaned as he felt his balls tightening up. Angie bounced up and down on his cock driving him deep inside her as he squeezed and caressed her tits.

Tiring, she leaned forward and a curtain of white blond hair fell forward around James's face until all he could see was Angie's beautiful expression of bliss. Her lips were parted and her fine brows were just slightly drawn together in concentration as she gave herself completely to the sensations coursing through her body.

James's hips were moving on their own driving upwards as he got closer and closer to his release. It was becoming too much for Angie and she sank down over his body, pressing her gloriously soft tits against him. He took her face between his and kissed her deeply as he slammed his hips upwards, wet slapping noises filling the room.

James! JAMES! FUCK! OH GODED! I'M CUMMING! FUCKING CUMMING! CCCUUUUMMMMIIINNNNNNGGGG, she squealed as her pussy clamped down on his piston-like cock.

FFFUUUUUUCCCKKK, James growled as his own orgasm ripped through him. He pulled her hips down against him desperately to feel her heat squeezing his full length.

They gasped in each other's faces as the each rocked through wave after wave of pleasure. Finally both went limp and just rested, entangled.

James, you make me feel so alive! Angie sighed happily.

James kissed her cheek tenderly and hugged her. You make me so very happy. He pulled back to look into her eyes. I also want you to know how impressed I am with you. You were so brave coming here and facing Greg. I can't get over how strong you are to have done that! I hope I can show that much strength one day.

They told you. Angie said quietly.

Yes. Thierry and Rig were really ashamed of what they'd done. They told me. I'm so glad they were able to follow your example and find the strength in themselves to speak to you and their wives about it. They seemed so much happier afterwards, James said with a warm smile. He liked Thierry and Rig, and Lakshmi and Tajo for that matter. They were good people!

James looked at Angie with a serious expression. "I'm glad Greg is dead. Were you dreaming about him last night?"

No. There's nothing left of Greg in my mind. He's dead and I'm grateful to Jillian for that. My tears last night were for her but you saved me from wallowing in that misery. I felt so much better this morning. I felt lighter than I've felt in years.

Oh! Maybe we should order you some breakfast then. James said.

Spiritually lighter, you silly man! she grinned and he smiled as he got his mistake.

"When is our flight home?" he asked.

"Not until 2PM."

What time is it now?

Angie turns her head to look at the clock beside the bed. "It's only 8:30AM."

Good! he said and rolled them both over until he was on top. He tenderly kissed her lips and pulled back to smile at her. Because I still have a few other ways to show you how much... I love you.

Angie looked into his eyes and there it was. He loved her.

James, you can't... you can't be in love with me. You're in love with Grace! I saw how much you love her! Angie said carefully.

I do love Grace! Very much! And I'm also in love with Rose. It was Grace who made me realize I was. I'm not really good with people stuff. It takes me a long time to recognize the significance of my emotions. Gauging the depth of emotion is not one of my strongest skills. For the longest time I only had Grace and Shirley but now I'm surrounded by wonderful people and you're all so different. Each of you is so amazing and loving! As he dropped his eyes and continued in a more subdued tone. I can't stop my heart from feeling what it feels for you but I'll understand if you don't feel the same way. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or put you on the spot.

Are you in love with the others too? she asked quietly.

I know with Stephanie and Carolyn it's love. They know too as I've told them, he smiled fondly at the memory.

What about Zoe?



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