But That's None Of My Business Novels & Stories

"It's none of your business." "You must have forgotten what I said to you a few moments ago." I laughed. "How could I? You have a problem with anyone looki I at me or touching me because it drives you mad. But you can have whoever you want?" I drew close to him and pointed my fingers at him. "Don't you act like you own me, okay? However you feel should be kept to yourself. I don't care what you think. Just go shove your dick somewhere and stop pestering me."

“That’s none of your business.” I flinched at the harshness in his voice. None of my business? Is that what we are doing now? Was he flirting? Is he trying to get back at me? I sighed, I didn’t know what to do but I didn’t back down. “Please, I just… I need to know.”

He says and I stay quiet, waiting to hear what he has to say. “I’m not gonna ask you to change or anything like that cause I was only curious to know if you had your reasons or if you just do it for fun and for popularity. Whatever it is, I don’t really care cause at the end of the day, it’s none of my business.” He concludes and I knew he just subtly tried to guilt trip me. “I’m happy you know it’s none of your business. Can we drop it now?” I reply calmly, trying to warm myself up by rubbing my palms together.

The man was immediately nervous himself and immediately turned his face away. "Boss!" Ben shouted from the front door. I looked at Zane with annoyance, “Don't bother my wife. Do you understand? Stupid brat!" I'm annoyed. Day by day, I really do not understand this world. Not wanting to judge just from a glance. But, I really get annoyed when there are more and more crooked people in this world. Why try to have to like the same sex, when it's really not delicious. If you know, you'll understand. Immediately, Ben immediately took my car away from the apartment.

’ He asks, and I frown, thinking before it clicks. “No, I haven’t, yet. I’ve had other things on my mind.” I say, and he hums in a way that makes him sound like he’s curious but also amused. ‘Like?’ He drawls. “Like none of your business. It’s private.” I snap.

He shakes his head. "The business is yours," he says as if that's supposed to appease me. "I'm talking about this shit you're doing with Renae. Christ, are you fucking crazy?" I'm on my feet within seconds, "What I do is none of your business." How fucking dare he?

He snapped Why was he raising his voice at me "Don't yell at me, Ace? This is getting out of hand. Why do you care so much about what I do or do not do with my life? It's none of your fucking business" We glared at each other for what felt like forever " I thought you were different but you are just like all of them . I'm sure you got a pay after the little favor you did " he said in disgust. I can't sit here and hear him talk to me like that I was in a rage " You have no right to talk to me like that. What goes on in my life is my life and no one else's. Moreover, it didn't happen at your work please so why the hell do you keep on putting your nose in my business "

As though he knew perfectly well what he was doing. "It's my business," I said. My voice came out thinner than I wanted it to. "Whatever is going on is mine. It has nothing to do with you or Noé and I am handling it and I would very much appreciate it if you would allow me to handle it without interference." "When people in my household are sitting alone in the dark at midnight crying into their phone," he said, with the calm of someone reading from a prepared statement, "I consider that my business." "Then you consider too much."

“It doesn’t make sense when people compliment you? Peter never complimented you?” “None of your business,” I said spitefully as I looked away from him once more. I didn’t want to think about Peter or hear his name. How long would I have to bear the constant jabs that circled around him. I don’t know why I wrote that stupid letter. Now, see what has become of me. Zayn wouldn’t let me hear the last of it. “I honestly think it’s my business,” he said easily. I scoffed. “Oh, ok. I will stop… for now.”

The greys of his eyes harden, darkening into small slits, “What do you mean, you can’t?” “I mean I cant okay!” I yell, tossing my hands up in frustration, “None of this is any of your business, Luciano. I don’t appreciate you butting into my personal life.” “Tell me why you won’t call it off.” “Because!” I grate, “It’s not that simple okay, it’s… it’s complicated.” He’s quiet, brows pulled in a kind of aggravation I don’t understand. I sigh, “I need to go, okay.”