He Just Stepped Back Meme Novels & Stories

’ The thought arrived a beat later and sent a fresh wave of heat crawling up the back of his neck. He slapped the hand away and got up on his own, which cost him more than he wanted to admit. “I don’t need help from a hypocrite like you,” he said, turning and walked away before Aaron could respond. Each step was its own small battle. He kept his pace even. Kept his shoulders back. Behind him he could hear it Aaron laughing. He rolled his eyes. “Psycho.”

Like he was trying to figure something out. I didn't realize I already climbed down the stairs until my back hit the wall. I glanced over my shoulder and turned to face him again with rasped breath. His steps didn't stop until he stood barely a foot from me. His gaze dropped for a second—to my hands, clenched into fists—then lifted again. “You were walking backward like you'd pass through the wall,” he said. My brows pulled together. That wasn't funny. I kept mute as I didn't know what to reply with. I wasn't expecting that. Was he trying to joke? Was he trying to distract me? Or mock me?

I actually think you might be the right fit for the first step I want you to take in making your way back to that top position you desire,” he said, with a smirk. This even made me more curious.

But he'd just proven me wrong. I walked back to the table, his harsh words still ringing in my ears. My stepfather and mother smiled at me to continue eating, and I forced a smile back. I sat down and pushed the meal down my throat even though it felt like swallowing raw-edged stones. My mind was so heavy with everything that was happening.

“If you’re interested, I can sell you all my shares.” Mr. Scott’s voice caught and went silent for a long moment. Then he said he would think about it and hung up. I had no idea when Jason came back. He appeared behind me right after I hung up. His voice was cold with a hint of surprise. “Sheena, to whom were you talking? Are you selling something?” I kept my expression blank, but my heart skipped a beat. I chose not to tell him about my plan. “Zayden called. It’s just some recent business contracts for selling certain products.”

Her voice was quiet, yet through countless microphones, it carried clearly down the corridor. The crowd fell silent instantly. All eyes focused on me. Tears streamed down her face like pearls breaking free of their string. Through the cameras, she cried, “When the truck came at me, I tried to dodge it… “It was him! He suddenly pushed me from behind! “When I looked back, I saw him smiling… he was smiling…” Just one sentence and the crowd went wild. “What? It wasn’t negligence. It was a deliberate murder!” “He’s a social scumbag! Look at his parents. They’re practically dying of shame! How could they raise such a monster?”

“Who knows, Jack just got a new car…” I scrolled down a little further, and the party banner popped up. It wasn't just a party. “Pool party!!! Fuck I'm sick."

He stepped. I stepped. He stepped again, and I stepped on his foot. He winced but barely moved. “It’s alright.” “I’m sorry!” “You don’t have to apologize. Relax your shoulders.” “That’s impossible. Do you feel any cold? Because I’m sweating.” He huffed a tiny laugh. “Let’s try again.” We did. This time I only fumbled half a step. “You’re thinking too hard,” he murmured. “You say that like it’s optional.”

Joseph POV. Fresh early morning wind greeted me in Italy when I step down from my jet. Stephen was standing near the car, waiting for me. “Hey Josh” He came to take me his hug. “How's Steph,” I asked, broking our hug. “Good as always” He smirked. “That I can see, have decided your wedding date,” I asked looking at his fingers. “Ohhh, I forgot to remove it. I have broken up” He chuckled weakly removed the ring from his finger and put it down in his pocket.

I blocked it but his foot came up and kicked my knee out, almost making me stumble. Smiling, he had really gotten better. He no longer felt intimidated and didn’t hesitate. It was precise. Movements without wasted effort. I took two steps back before dashing behind him. For a moment, it was too quick for him and I managed to land a solid kick to his lower back. “Fuck.” I chuckled. “Watch your back, my King. You never know who might be creeping up behind you.”