You held back a sigh as you picked up another of James' things. He'd been gone for two years already and your heart still hurt. Still, it was time. His housekeeper had been helping you sort through his belongings, though nothing had been sold or gotten rid of yet. You just couldn't seem to part with any of it.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of helicopter blades outside. This wasn't unusual. James' former friend/body guard Sebastian often came to check on you. You had a feeling James' estate was still paying him even after James' death. The door opened and you didn't bother to turn around as you greeted the bodyguard.

"Hey, Sea Bass. Here to help?" For a moment, there was only silence. Then, a soft chuckle, followed by a few more. You froze in place. There was something familiar about that laugh. "Oh, I bet he hates that nickname." The voice was absolutely unmistakable now. You dropped what you were holding and whirled around, coming to face to face with the boyfriend you thought was long dead.

"J-James?" you asked in disbelief. He gave you a cheeky grin and held open his arms. In an instant, your disbelief turned into anger. You stomped over to him and promptly slapped him. "You selfish bastard! How could you do that to me?! I thought...I thought you were-" you cut yourself off with a shriek before turning on your heel and storming off leaving James to stare after you.

You were furious with him. Absolutely furious. You'd gone along with his schemes in the past, knowing that there was really no way of stopping him. He was who he was and nothing could change that. But you had thought that he at least felt something more for you. You had thought you weren't just another toy or pawn to him.

To his credit, he left you alone for a couple of hours. He knew you needed time to cool off when you were angry. That didn't stop the constant ringing of the doorbell. It started only a few minutes after you'd stormed off, with Sebastian bringing you a bouquet of flowers that you knew James had ordered weeks in advance. He mostly likely knew how angry you were going to be.

Next came the giant teddy bear. Then the chocolates, followed by more and more expensive gifts. By the time supper rolled around, you weren't angry anymore. You were still irritated though. For a man so smart, James should have known better than to try and buy your forgiveness. You searched the estate for him until you came upon him in the parlor.

"Y/N," he greeted as he rose from his seat, "Did you not like that gifts?" You rolled your eyes. "They're lovely. Thank you. But you know better. I am so, so cross with you! I thought I meant more to you than that! I thought you were dead! For two years I mourned you and now, you suddenly come waltzing back in here like nothing happened?!"

"Y/N," he growled lowly, "It's considered rude to shout." You glared at him, trying to put as much icy venom in it as possible. "It's also considered rude to let the people who love you think that you're dead!" You spun on your heel, determined to leave, but his hand shout out and grabbed your arm.

"Let me go, James. I was only here to settle your estate. I'm going home now. I've moved on," you said, congratulating yourself on your voice not cracking through your lie. You felt him step up closer behind you and place his chin on your shoulder. "Oh, kitten," he whispered, his breath hot in your ear, "You could never move on from me. We both know it. I'm the king. Your king" A shiver went down your spine.

You took a step away from him before turning to glare at him. "I don't care. You left, James. You made me think that you were dead. I-I-I...DAMMIT!" You couldn't fight back your tears anymore. You turned away from him again to get away and cry in peace. James slid in front of you and took your hands in his. "Kitten, don't. Don't walk away from me." There was a tone of threat in his voice, but something else as well. Fear. Fear you knew well.

Besides Sebastian, you were the only person who ever stuck by James. Through all his schemes, his time in prison, his trial, everything; you were there for him. And now, here you were, broken hearted and threatening to walk away for good. You sighed and looked down at the ground. Taking a deep breath, you looked back into his eyes.

"Never do this again. I swear if you do, I will walk out that door and never come back. Are we clear?" James' signature smirk appeared on his lips. "Crystal. Now, may I have this dance?" Without waiting for an answer, he queued up a song on his device. He pulled you to him and began dancing around the room with you. You couldn't fight the smile on your face.

"I did miss you, you know. All my plans weren't as much fun without you." You rolled your eyes. "You could just tell me you love me," you said. James chuckles and, instead of replying, dipped you. You giggled at the sudden movement before he swung you back up at planted his lips on yours in the type of rough and possessive kiss you'd come to expect from him over the years. "I love you," he whispered when you parted.