Margot's POV

I woke up in my bed and suddenly remembered what happened; I looked next to me and I was expecting to find James, but he wasn't there.

I sighed, disappointed, but I didn't regret at all what we did.
Also, that night I realized I felt something different for him, it wasn't just fear. There was something else.

I had a quick shower and then got dressed with a tank top and shorts.
When I arrived at the kitchen I saw a note on the table: it was from James.

I couldn't stay, you probably understand why.
I hope to see you soon, I can't wait to spend more time with you.
Have a nice day!
                                                        James

I smiled and started cooking breakfast. I couldn't tell anyone about what happened, they wouldn't understand and I am sure that they wouldn't be happy to know that I spent the night with a criminal.

Some months passed and I didn't see James again, though I started spending more time with Tom.

I started acting again, Scarlett and I were in the same movie, working with her was amazing and that made us even closer.

-Tom invited me to go out tonight- I said -But I don't know what to do, it is dangerous at night-.

-Yeah...- Scarlett said -Maybe invite him at your home-.

-I don't think it is a good idea- I said blushing -I don't want him to think something wrong, you know-.

Scarlett smiled. Tom really liked me, I could see it, but I saw him only like a friend, I didn't feel nothing for him... Maybe... I wasn't totally sure either.

You have a sms darling. Hopefully it isn't Tom again.

I looked at my phone and I shivered: it was a message from James asking, well telling, me if I wanted to go to a club with him.

I smiled and texted him yes; he answered soon and said he was going to pick me up at 9.00 pm.

This night will be interesting! Can I have some fun too please?

-No Harley, you would scare him!- I said laughing.

I mean, yeah you are probably right... By the way, you should tell Tom we're busy tonight.

Indeed, I texted Tom and then went home, eating something very fast and starting getting ready for the night.

A black, expensive car stopped in front of my house and James smiled at me while I was sitting in the car.

-You look beautiful- he said.

-Thank you- I said smiling and blushing.

Clubs were the same after 100 years: drunk people, dancers and people looking for partners for the night.

James booked a table that was in a corner of the café, so that we could have some privacy.

We were dtinking and having fun, we kissed sometimes; with James I could be myself and even Harley was having fun.

You probably didn't drink this much since your 18th birthday. I like that!

I smiled, Harley was right, even though I have always had a good resistence to alchool.

I was kissing James when I heard a familiar voice.

-Margot?-.

I looked in front of me and I saw Tom.

-What are you doing?!- he said.

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