He Wanted Me Gone, Now He Wants Me Back นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My voice rises in return, “Unless you want me to call security and have you thrown out, I suggest you leave. Now.” I watch his face drain of color. His mouth opens in shock, as if he didn’t believe I’d actually do it. He blinks, still processing my words, but I’m done. I rise to my feet and I point toward the door "Leave. Now.” For a moment, he doesn’t move. Then, slowly, like he’s been defeated, he turns and walks away. But before he leaves, he turns back. “Mia, you are mine. I’ll get you back. No one else will have you but me.” he says.

“No” “Please” I begged, near tears. “You don’t understand, I need it or……” I stopped and his green eyes suddenly rested on mine and even in my bold drunken state I looked away suddenly shy. “Or…?” “Or I’ll remember” I said and he nodded. I could see in his eyes that he knew what I was talking about or had an idea. “Alright let’s take you home” he said and I stared at him in surprise. “Home?” I asked and he dropped me in the backseat of his car.

All I wanted was to erase him from my memory, to go back to that damn day I let him take me home and wipe it out completely. “I think I’d better go. It’s getting late, and my dad must be awake…” I tried to make an excuse when she returned. The truth was, the night had already been too much for me. It felt like I was stuck in a movie where the main character’s life could always get worse.

His words also wouldn't stop ringing like a bell in my ear. What does he want from me now after all these years? I thought he hated me! I thought he believed that I was only after his wealth. I had thought he would never see the good side of me after everything that had happened so, why now? What does he want from me now when I'm on the verge of forgetting him? Why? Just why Francis North?!!!- I screamed at the top of my lungs frustratedly whilst I hit my hand vigorously on my soft bed. He told me four years back that I would never forget meeting him and yes, he was right. I never did. Having anything to do with him in the past keeps haunting me every day and now, I'm having the same feeling

He’d wanted to turn away from me when I pulled him back and slammed my lips on his again. I want him, I want him so fucking much that if I don’t have him, just like he’d said the other night. I have no idea what would happen to me.

“Stop calling Charlotte that.” “Why? That’s what she is.” Natalie folded her arms. “You used to lie to them just to keep me away, claimed I was sick, busy, out of town. Now suddenly they want me back and you come running like a delivery boy? Haven’t you told them we’re divorced?” He looked away for half a second, jaw tight. “My father and grandmother insisted on seeing you. Believe me, I didn’t come here because I wanted to. But maybe you’re too busy entertaining your boy toy to listen.”

A single thought repeated in my mind like a cursed mantra: Why do I still want him? Why do I still want more? Even now, even after the coldness, I wanted him to come back. To throw open the door and grab me the way he had last night. To kiss me like he needed me. To tell me that I wasn’t just a moment of weakness or a responsibility. I wanted Theo. But did Theo want me?

He forced my face up, his forest-green eyes turning dark and predatory. "I’m not going anywhere," he whispered. "Last night reminded me of something. I spent a year trying to forget the way you feel, the way you taste. I thought divorcing you would kill the hunger, but it only made it worse. I’m ready to take you back, Serenity." "I don't want to go back!" I yelled, clawing at his wrist. "Oh, it's not going to be like before," he continued, ignoring my struggle.

I just want to make this better. I just want my boyfriend back.

My throat tightened, dry and needing some water Last night was everything. Mind-blowing. Sweet. Dirty. Perfect. But morning brought the truth slamming back. Marcus’s silence still echoed in my head. The promises that turned into nothing. The way I’d waited for texts that never came. I wanted closure more than anything. I couldn’t do this again. Couldn’t wake up to another man and risk him vanishing. I needed to pull my life back on track. I looked at his face, so innocent and cute, something about him reminds me of Marcus, I couldn't place it.