Big Time Rush Til Forget About You Novels & Stories

Hurriedly throwing on his clothes, he stammered out, "I… Sorry. I was too presumptuous." Tugging him into a hug, I deliberately poked fun at him, "I heard from the other employees at Gardner Corporation that Lincoln Solt is the unattainable heartthrob of the company who has been hung up on someone for the past seven years. That person couldn't possibly be me, right?" As I spoke, I began teasing his sensitive spots. In no time, I felt something hard pushing against my lower belly, causing heat to surge through my body. "Winnie, I miss you. I've been missing you and thinking of you every single day for the past few years."

“I am not.” Her brows twitched, her broken voice asked, “You are not lying?” “I am not.” “Y-you forgot me?” Her voice cracked even more. “You forgot everything?” My gaze flickered to her hands. They were pulling at her skirt, and I wished to hold them just for some seconds, to help her understand me. “I don't know what I can say to make you believe me. I would never willingly hurt you with something this serious. I can’t.” “Did you sell your memories? Or did you hit your head on the ground?”

“You must be Marcus Dela Torre.” Marcus blinks. “Well… that’s unsettling. How do you know my name?” She ignores the question and looks back at Adrian. “You shouldn’t open that drive.” Adrian’s voice is flat. “Why?” “Because once you see what’s on it…” Her gaze shifts to me. “…there’s no going back.” A cold chill runs through my chest. “What does that mean?” Margaret studies me for a moment. Something unreadable flickers in her expression. “You don’t remember the crash.”

The room buzzed with whispers. Tania was as cool as ice. She pulled out her divorce papers from Samuel. "Mr. Ferguson and I have split up. About me tricking Mr. Ferguson out of his money..." Tania just smiled and did not say more. Just yesterday, the super-rich Russell family had said Tania would start running parts of their business. Any piece of that business was worth more than all of the Ferguson family's wealth. "To tell you the truth, I barely remember the presents Mr. Ferguson used to give me. It's funny that he kept all the receipts and even made a video to show everyone," Tania said, sounding a bit sorry, "I apologize for wasting everyone's time with this."

Ruby groans, “Not fair. Rocky and I are an item and yet he has a problem with you showing tits on stage but if you do it then you get less money.” I pause to think about it, and she's right, it makes no sense but then again nothing makes sense, not me, not her situationship, nothing. Alison leans closer to the mirror to check her lipstick, Peering her lips repeatedly. “I'm off to room six, Tatar.” she blows kisses, her four inch heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she exits. “I just don't get it,” Ruby huffs. “The crowd loves me, but I don't get private rooms.”

He simply closed her mouth with his. She tried to remember what actually happened that night, the memory was too painful, a song came into her mind, she had forgotten the author and some part of the song, but she remembered the hit track ‘forget your sorrows, Forget your troubles For this is the moment of relaxing. This king size soft and beautiful bed was too beautiful to be cried on.’ She consoled herself.

“I stored everything in my mind. Rett and Tina had never been given a chance to talk to each other. Face to face. When we met, we forgot that we were there because of them.” It was such a waste of an opportunity that we never had the chance to do what we were supposed to do during that time—talking and getting to know each other as Rett and Tina. “We only rekindled our past. And you were rude back then. You were an irritating asshole, Everette.” “Asshole,” he muttered and chuckled. “That’s something new. Mom would be hysterical if someone called me an asshole. But for you, I don't mind as long as you don't let Mom hear you. She's extra sensitive.”