But That's None Of My Business Novels & Stories

"That is none of my business, actually I should be thanking her because because of her I dodged a massive bullet. I can't even believe that I once thought of a life with you. That I thought of a future with you. Damn I must have been both delusional and stupid " "Andrea don't say that. I get it. Okay, you don't need to rub it in . But one thing that was for sure was that I had true feelings for you" "Bull shit" "Andrea there is something that I've been meaning to tell you so if you would just hear me out it wo.." "I don't want to hear it and I'm getting late " "Getting late for what?" "None of your business so let me go " I struggled trying to free my arm from his iron grip

I couldn't be seen as a cheap and inferior girl like he saw me. " Yes and I don't think it should be any of your business," I say, shaking my head, irritated. Why does he care now? He didn't reply me. I stare at the ground waiting for him to display his lunatic attitude while I would just nonchalantly watch him but he surprised me by doing nothing. Instead, he took a step away from me, sniffing his nose before wiping it with the back of his hand. " The fuck are you telling me it's none of my business,"

he staunchly tells me. Tears flood my eyes as I vehemently contend, “Do you not comprehend how so far beneath you I am? How demoralized I am for having to divulge things that are none of your business and that I would prefer no one on this planet ever knew about me?” “They are my business when we’re discussing a contract of this nature,” he reminds me.

"Like I said, it's not any of your business." "I am your father's mate."

“And where are you off to?” “None of your business”

The woman had the audacity to look offended by my outburst. "I'm not saying you're one of those girls, I just meant—" "I know what the fuck you meant! And honestly, it's none of your damn business. You don't know me, and I don't know you. You have no right to poke your nose in other people's business!"

“That’s none of your business.” “Everything he has is my business.” I said calmly. “He took what wasn’t his,” I added quietly. “And I am aiming to claim it back. Whether or not he likes it is not my issue right now.” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re delusional.” “Am I?” I asked cockily. “Yes.” I smiled slightly.

"My personal life is none of your business." "It is as long as it's messing with Clint and me, and you can bet your ass I'm going to dig up everything I can to use against you. I don't know what you did or where you went and, truly, I don't care. I just want you to keep your stuck-up nose out of our lives. This is now our relationship, mine and Clint's. You have no part in it."

“It’s none of my business what you do or with whom.” “But I am guessing that doesn’t stop you from having a strong view on that subject.” He drawled ironically. “I have none whatsoever,” I retorted without a blush. I was just glad that there was no Jonathan to challenge my lie. And my mind drifted to the day that we had a talk.

"What I feel is none of your business. My life is none of your fucking business! Don't fucking interfere with it!" He chuckled darkly and again, his eyes flared a shade of red and were gone the next moment. "But that's where you're wrong, sweetheart. How you feel is my business, how you live your damn life is my business and I can interfere anytime I fucking want because you are fucking mine!" "I am not yours. I will never be yours."