He's Just A Substitute That Doesn't Matter Novels & Stories

“No tiny voice. No Lego under your feet. No cat launching onto your stomach at three a.m. That means one thing.” “That life has no meaning?” “That you can sleep in and naked without a kid kicking down the door.” A snort escaped me. “Your romance game is a disaster.” “This isn’t romance.” He tipped his glass. “This is a public service announcement.” I grabbed mine and took a sip. Water. Maybe a hint of tonic. Clean and cold. “I thought this plane would be drowning in champagne.” “It is. But you haven’t eaten.” I looked at him. “Since when did you become the nutrition police?”

Then I asked, “Why didn’t you give me water from that refrigerator over there?” He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips in annoyance. “Did you get the water or not?” “Sorry…” I bit my lip, feeling a dull ache in my head. “Alright, you asked me to work for you. What am I a substitute for?” He didn’t respond; he simply kept battling the keys on that keyboard with his fingers. What a long night it has been! I looked back at the window, watching the people as they walked back and forth on the street. No one had come in here to take anything. I believe it was due to his attitude.

I had always needed too much reassurance, and for three years, Dante Romano had given it to me. Whenever he came home late or failed to answer his phone, I imagined the worst. And whenever I couldn’t sleep, I made him leave whatever he was doing and come home to me. During one of those needy episodes, strange lines of text appeared before my eyes. 【The Don of the Romano family is handling family business. You really think he has time to put you to bed?】 【She’s only an ordinary woman he kept because she looks like Bianca DeLuca.】 【The real Bianca is coming back from Europe. Once she does, this substitute is finished.】 Suddenly, Dante’s patience no longer felt like love. It felt like tolerance

Who knows, she might be way better than what comes out of his mouth about her. "I like that." He smiles and remove his hand from the table to sit back properly. "Any alternative?" By his look, I get he didn't understand the question. "If she doesn't work out, I mean, if she turns out not to be of my taste, do you have any other thing to replace it?" He's quiet for a moment. His prolong thoughts give me an answer. It will be unfortunate for him to end up like that old man and his son. "No. No, I don't." I smirk as I notice the boldness in his tone has now reduce.

“I’m just tired.” That was a lie, I wasn’t tired. I was mad, stupidly mad at myself for caring and at him for not noticing how hard it was for me to pretend. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, pursing his lips. “I know you said you don’t like small talk, but can you at least throw in a full sentence. You’re acting weird.” That was rich, he said I’m acting weird? — I was going to react but I swallowed my words.

Of course, sitting next to her was none other than Samantha Bach, and even if the blue-haired girl kindly enlightened her by telling her that the person was an assistant professor, the girl still ended up questioning her odd behavior. "Maybe you're right," Samantha replied with a nonchalant shrug while continuing to look ahead as the two of them walked side by side. “After all, a substitute is just a substitute. They will only temporarily replace the original, but they will return to where they belonged, allowing the original to return to their position. That's why you are right that we don't need to remember a substitute." “...” Vivian's heart constricted, and she couldn't even answer Saman

He keeps smiling like it is just a normal thing of his personality. Miss. Zoela. He called me like I am just a friend before. I mean, yes, of course we are. What am I even thinking. ‘’Uh-eh yeah, i-its okay. It’s nothing. You have your substitute… so there is nothing to worry. It is not that you uhm uh- really n-needed there, I mean, no, it is just fine, nothing to worry.’’ I am stuttering while talking to him that I almost messed up my words.

"He's not just another shallow jock or college sports player who only cares about parties and winning games." Piper snorted at the word "substance" and waved her spoon at me, flinging a bit of tomato sauce onto the counter. "He's yet to prove all of these to me. Until then, he's just Hockey Boy who got you into a massive scandal that could ruin your entire future."

How much he’d been holding this in alone. “You’re not a failure,” I said softly. “This isn’t your fault.” “I know, but..." “But nothing," I said gently. Listen to me. If you're worried this will make me leave or think less of you, it won't. I'm working.I have my business, it’s small but it’s keeping me afloat right now. We’re going to be fine.” I could see his shoulders drop slightly, like some of the weight had lifted off him. “You’re sure?” he asked, and he sounded so young in that moment. So vulnerable.

That year, he agreed to keep Lisa beside him, and he didn't want to look at her at first. If he looked, it's only when Lisa plays the piano that she seems like Lena, whom he loves. When he drank with Lisa in bed, he also forgot that he was with her. In his mouth, he kept calling she is Lena. Apparently, from beginning to end, he missed the look of the person he loved, so he kept Lisa by his side. Why, now that Lena's back, the replacement should leave, he has these strange feelings? A week earlier, he met Robert, his father-in-law.