Gotta Go Novels & Stories

he said. I took a step back and looked up at him. “ Why?” “ Because Lilly is singing tonight and I’m going to be there for security.” Goof said. “ I understand that but what does that have to do with me?” I asked. “ You need a night off from everything. Forget about work. Forget about trying to get pregnant. Just be free for one night. Destress.” Goof said. “ And what makes you think I’m stressed?” I asked. I mean I am but how does he know?

“Really? Don’t move. Ah-ah-ah, no buts. I’m on my way.” “What’s up?” Cord stood and threw a twenty on the table. “Gotta go.” “Right now?” “When your wife calls and says the kid’s sound asleep and she’s naked in bed, sorry guys, you lose every time. See ya tomorrow and good luck, K.” “Thanks.”

I need to stop thinking about her and get ready for the trip. The morning went by way too slow. I was doing everything I could to fill the time. I went to the gym, I trained with the warriors, I came back to my room to take a shower, then went to dad's office to see if I needed to do anything. Finally, mom and dad are saying it's time to go. Rex is dancing around and it's starting to give me a headache. I say, "Rex, if you don't stop, I'm not going to feel that great when I meet her." He stopped. Whew!

God, I never want to let her go. “I’m going to miss you too, baby. But we’re both going to be busy and think of all that amazing sex we’re going to have when you get back.” She chuckles. I hear a car pull up outside, it’s my driver. There’s no more time, I have to go.

Riley cried " Look, i'm sorry i gave you too much crap, i just , i don't want you making harsh decisions like this" Ana apologized " so what now?" " I'm moving, i figured i have nothing left here, i had all these job offers from different aganecies and i kept rejecting them cause you know, Adam was here and my life was all about him, but, now that it isnt anymore, i have no reason to be here, i can go anywhere, LA, Atlanta, New york, Colorado, even paris . I can make few calls and see if any agency still wants me, in fact there is this one in England that's just starting but they're doing good for themselves, i can work with that" Riley said as tears ran down her cheeks

When I was about to go, I wanted to inform my dad I was leaving and I have no idea when I will get back, but he was still into the conversation, and a lot more annoyed than this morning so I just wrote the message and left it on the table, for him to see it. The ride to the restaurant was relaxing, I listened to some music, and I was there, ah the simple life. Well, the restaurant was nothing much, an old simple restaurant. Come to think about it since everything happened I never left the house, I did nothing fun, the hell I did not even go for a walk, well except the occasional angry walks....

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“I just signed something important. But come on, we deserve to celebrate. Let’s go shopping.” Lyra gasped. “Shopping? Already?” “Yes,” Mira said, standing up. “It’s been months since I did something for myself. Besides, I missed walking through the city.” Her father chuckled. “You two go and have fun. You deserve it.” Her mother nodded in agreement. “Buy yourself something beautiful, Mira. It’s a new beginning.” Mira hugged her parents, then took Lyra’s hand. “Let’s go get ready , sis.” The drive to the city took about an hour. The car moved smoothly through the glass towers and tree-lined streets of Ravenswood City, a place known for its luxury and elegance.

Shane's POV The itinerary had Ayla's name printed on it. It was a one-way flight to Heathcourt Airport in Lonia, Bretia, and it had been printed three months ago. I suddenly began to have difficulty breathing. Three months ago, I had brought Ruth back home for dinner for the first time. Unusually, Ayla had not cooked that night and had said that she was working overtime. At the time, I had said scornfully, "With that lousy job of yours, would working overtime make any difference?"

“A ride? Look at how dirty you are. How dare you even ask? “I have OCD. Don’t touch my bottom line!” After that, she couldn’t be bothered to give me another look. She supported Mark and left directly. Before leaving, she threw out one sentence. “Hurry up and clean yourself. Don’t embarrass me!”