A Little Too Familiar Novels & Stories

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

I make sure that fine is dragged out real long and had a nice touch of extra whine in it. "If it will get you to shut up about it, I'll get some witchy-woo-woo, shama-llama-ding-dong, whatever it is done to my brain." He's not impressed with my nonchalance or my overly bratty attitude, but he stops talking about it, so that's all I could ask for. "Get to sleep, mate." He sounds really annoyed with me and I simply don't care. "Well I can't now that you've given me shaken Leena syndrome." I give him my best 'I do what I want face' and raise an eyebrow to challenge him.

When we met the client's liaison, I immediately sensed something was off. His eyes roamed over me without restraint, and every so often, he would find an excuse to touch me.

Too much personality often resulted in problems. Climbing up the stairs to the master bedroom; the largest of all 5; the mild echo is unmissable and forces him to crave some sound. “Alexa, turn on the music please”, he says into the thin air sounding slightly defeated. Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘How High The Moon’ fills the vacant space all over the building and suddenly he feels less alone.

"I'm so jealous." Seriously, who is this guy in front of me? Why don't I recognize and know him when a lot of people do? Being with him in one week, I guess it still isn't enough and that I still have a lot of things to know. I moved my face closer to him and whispered, "You know what, you're so popular." He looked at me with a confused face. "Popular?" "Yes. You are very popular. Also ate July. And oh right, why didn't you tell me? That you own the most famous modeling company?"

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She could have eaten at home but she didn't have time to be waiting for the maids to cook the food that she wanted to eat. She was craving a lot of junk this morning. "You guys just seem close than normal," June continued. "So?" June was her friend and they go way back but not as way back as she and Keir, She never grew up with another sibling, so it wasn't easy for Octavia to confide in her about trivia issues like this even though June told her every single thing going on in her life, Octavia never for once felt the need to tell her too much about her life.

"I would have forgiven a mistake. I'm very good at forgiving mistakes." The room felt smaller than it had before. "I need to go," I said. "I have to get back to work.." "Your family doesn't know you're alive." I stopped on hearing that. "What?" My voice came out wrong and thin. "Your father. Your cousins. The people who mourned you." He watched me. "They don't know." "That's not…" I stopped and started again. "That's my business."

And once again, for the same person. Still, in her current state, she looked as if even a soft gust of wind could knock her over. I invited her inside and got her a glass of water. It was a simple act, but it got her staring at me with excitement. She thought I was relenting, but I shattered her fantasy right away. "No. Kill that thought right now. I just didn't want you fainting outside my apartment. If your family found out, they'd never stop bothering me. Your mother is more annoying than ten mediocre singers shouting ten different songs off-key at the same time."

Whenever he said something funny, she laughed so hard her shoulders shook, even reaching out to lightly slap his thigh. It looked less like conversation and more like flirting. When we arrived at the private room, Carrie casually handed the menu to Gabe. "You're my childhood friend. You should know what I like without me having to say it." Gabe rested his chin against her neck. "Of course. I even know how many moles you have on your body." I silently took a seat to the side. Not a single dish on the table was something I could eat. Gabe filled my glass with wine, then picked up his own.