I Ain't Saying She's A Gold Digger Lyrics Novels & Stories

"It's not too much. Nothing good is too much for my queen. And can you do me a favor? Please don't complain about anything tonight." "But, I don't feel comfortable whenever you spend too much money because of me." "So you don't want me to show you how much I love you, right?" He stiffened and I noticed that his eyes and jaw hardened as he said those words. Oh my goodness, Gianna, keep your mouth shut. Don't ruin your date tonight. "That's not what I meant. I'm sorry. I just don't want you to think of me as a gold digger again. I mean you said that I was a gold-digging bitch the first day we met."

“Mind your language, Mr. Adams.” Kiara retaliated, masking her fear with courage. The word ‘Gold-digger’ had pricked her heart after all. “Why? Did the truth hurt? Aren’t you a gold digger?” Viaan taunted, raising an eyebrow. “If not, then how are you in my house, Miss Kia?”

“I didn’t know you loved him so much.” “I didn’t either.” I chuckle at my lack of self-awareness. “It might seem hard to get him back now, but I believe you can. I don’t know why he would accuse you of being a gold digger, but I’m sure you guys will work things out and be together again.” She gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back, talking to myself as much as her. “I hope so.” ***

"Is that supposed to make me overlook your blatant gold-digger tendencies?" "Gold-digger?!" She held a hand to her throat, her mouth agape with shock. "Me?!" I nodded. "Well!" My gaze was unblinking as I stared at her through heavy-lidded eyes. "I can't believe you'd compare me to someone so- so-" "Embarrassing? Obscene? The salt of the earth scum who deserve to be bound, blindfolded and gagged, forever forced to live a life of meager homeliness?"

I wasn’t in the mood to exchange words with anyone, so I pretended not to see her. “How does it feel to be a gold-digger?” she provocatively tossed at me, a smirk dancing on her lips. I shot her my best glare, but she wasn’t fazed. Instead, she casually flipped her hair and pressed on, “You’ve always insulted me because I’m with your dad for his money.” Ignoring her attempts to get under my skin, I maintained my composure. She wasn’t going to win this round. “How does it feel to get married for the same reason? You know I’m way better than you. I can’t imagine myself marrying a man old enough to be my dad. I—”

She wrung up her dramatic influence by leaning into him and nesting her head along his shoulder. Her hair hid her face from his view but as he murmured comforting words and pet her back, he knew that she was up to no good. If he had to hazard a guess, she was making mocking faces at the women if the looks of pure hatred she was receiving was any indication. Intently rolling his eyes he replied back to her in his best outraged voice, "What do they mean that you are a gold digger?" I was the one who fell in love with you at first sight! I had to pursue you and convince you to give me a shot. Do they doubt my judgement? Any who question you are questioning me. Who dares to question me?"

she said, her voice loud enough for the crowd to hear her “It’s adorable how much effort you put into making a show of this” She laughed “It’s hilarious, really,” she said “Some of us struggle to make a name for ourselves while others just get lucky” It would take a fool not to know she was calling me a gold digger. Gasps rippled through the crowd and her smirk widened thinking she had gotten the upper hand, but I knew how things like this worked. “Did she really just say that?” Someone scoffed and Isla stiffened as she realized the mistake she made but it was too late.

I told her and her eyes widened. “What? Are you serious?” She asked and I nodded. I had more money than I knew what to do with so why not? “What do you need?” I asked and she stared at me for a while then pursed her lips. “You know what? Forget i said anything” She murmured and I frowned. “What's wrong?” I asked. “I don't want you to think I'm using you. I'm a lot of things but I'm not a gold digger… maybe sometimes but that wasn't my intention here” She said and I rolled my eyes.

He said boldly, staring straight in my face, never blinking for once as he said it, looking directly into my eyes. "Fucking gold-diggers doing anything for the attention." He finalized before shaking his head. Did he just call me, an A-list Model, a GOLD DIGGER?! I opened my mouth to abuse him, asking how I was a Gold Digger when he was a mere reporter, not even a journalist. What Gold did he have for me to dig? Asshole.

“Am I just a gold digger to you after all?” “NO!” I protest loudly. “Yet your actions say otherwise.” She whispers. I am left standing alone with my own guilt.