Doing Just Fine Before I Met You Novels & Stories

"Sir, your parents have instructed me not to let you leave this room." Connor was surprisingly calm. Instead of resisting, he merely nodded and returned to his bed, looking frail. He picked up his phone and logged into his social media, where he typed the words—World Finance Center Rosie Clark—into the search box. The first video that popped up had garnered millions of views. A familiar face grinned at me from the screen. Jasmine, sneering, accused me of being boring and utterly dim until even my own boyfriend could not stand me. Yet I could not seduce a wealthy replacement as I had hoped, and it was a great waste considering my career put me within reach of so many such people!

“Try me.” I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. “Fine. Let’s start easy. We’ve met before.” She nodded. “Yes.” I smirked. “Good. Take something off.” She leaned back, sipping her drink. “I never said you had to guess that. Everyone you’ve ever met has ‘met you before.’ That’s too broad.” I exhaled. “Alright. We met through work.” She hummed, tilting her head. “Be specific.” I frowned. “You’re one of my clients.”

"I will try and be understanding hun." "What if I told you we've met before ?" "I'd ask you when and where?" "At the hospital. The same week you lost your son and the explosion happened ." "I'd say fate." " Hmm ... I have met you before . " " ha ha and you answered my questions back to front ." " You saved my life..." " You saved my life more than once so I guess we are even." " No baby love." "Just come out with it ." " I am afraid of you walking out on me."

I looked at her and smiled softly. "Yes, I’m fine." --- Everything shattered the moment I met you again.

She left it all on that dusty floor. She stepped onto the bus. The stairs groaned under her weight. As she found a seat in the back, Jaxson sat directly across the aisle, his long legs taking up the space between them. The engine roared to life, sounding more like a beast than a machine. The bus began to move, not down a road, but through a shimmering tear in reality. [Welcome to Level 1: The Sanguine Manor. Rule: The Blood Moon never sets until the debt is paid.]

I had been living life by the books and look where that got me, a failed ten year relationship and a failed engagement. "I'll marry you. In fact let's do it right now before going to see my father." I could tell my answer caught him by surprise but I had made up my mind. It's time to live life a little dangerously.

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

Still will take that dessert to go, I have to start my first shift at the women's clinic tomorrow. Before I go, may I ask you a question? Sure, what is the question? Why do I get this strange feeling that we have met before? Have we met before? I wondered when you were going to ask. “Yes, we have met before.” What, when, and how? Well, we met about six months ago in my bar in Springfield, Missouri. You were drunk, so you probably don't remember. However, I was bartending the night you came in. You were with your friend, whom I assume was your designated driver. Then you decided to send her home because you wanted to get revenge on your husband at the time for sleeping with his secretary and

I asked calmly "Getting my shopping bags. I got bored waiting for you." Catalina pouted "Alright. Just tell me beforehand, okay?" I said relatively calm and relaxed now "I didn't leave the house. You said to tell if I ever need to go out of the house without you." Catalina said confusedly tilting her head "Let's just eat." I sighed

“Okay. Done. Now talk.” “About what exactly?” “Have you met Mish yet?” I saw where it was going. “Yes, I met Mish. It was…awkward.” Day clicked her pen. “Awkward because you were naked or because you freaked?” “Ohhhh,” I groaned, dropping my forehead to the bar. “Both. Both.”