I Ain't Saying She's A Gold Digger Lyrics Mga Nobela at Kwento

I roared. "Do you think I don't know you're also like other womens? You are also a gold digging bitch.. So stop this drama and say how much money you want, to have sex with me.?" I said to her harshly. As soon as I said this, she took the glass full of wine and splash it on my face. " Listen mister..! I'm not the type of girl you are thinking. And I'm not a gold digger so don't you dare use these kind of words on me... a**hole." With that she left the place.

She asked, sounding hopeful. “No. You look like you were a greedy gold-digger earlier. Are you looking for a sugar daddy or something earlier? You stay close to me, so I can make sure you won’t cause trouble,” He said with disdain as she was dragged by him heading to somewhere. Gold digger?! I like gold, but I don’t enjoy digging! Maya thought to herself as she wanted to retort. It was so insulting, and it hurt her. Yet, she knew that whatever she says won’t really make him change his mind.

I asked angrily. She laughed softly. "I came here for your engagement of course, but if you want something else... I mean I will just say Robert doesn't mind sharing." "Get the hell out of my face! Do you even hear what you said? You sound like a fucking slut." "Don't call me a slut when you had once fucked me. I'm just doing what I'm good at. Being a gold digger. And I'm not ashamed of that, at least I live a luxurious life, because life is way too short to worry about what's good and what's bad. In the end, the good and the bad will all end up dead. So let's go and finish our business."

"I'm not going to sing for you even if you have the money. The only way you can make me sing for you is when you come home and give me the money personally." Jeremy laughed and said jokingly, "You little gold-digger."

“I hate to repeat myself Amad. Kacie is my fiancee, she's mine and I'll chose if I want to be with her or not. So deal with it.” His voice came out calm and cool but I could swear he was beginning to get pissed off. Butterflies swarmed in my belly hearing how Zayn placed emphasis on the ‘she's mine' part. “Very well then. But note that she's a bloody gold digger, she's a thief who's pretending to love you just to take your wealth. By the time you realize what you're doing, trust me it will be too late by then.” My heart clenched tightly at this harsh words, I felt like collapsing. But Zayn's voice calmed me a bit.

If this was said over the phone, I would have assumed her to be some super attractive female with a body to die for. “Do you have another version of you that's at home?” “No?” She slurred. “Then you'll have to keep dreaming” “What do you mean?” I leaned forward to whisper, “It means you aren't my type, and will never be” “Whatever” She rolled her eyes “Good. Please proceed” As she read further, her eyes grew bigger, and I needed no one to tell me she had gotten to the final part. Where her gold digging would eventually pay.

Her face twisted, but I didn’t stop. “You contribute nothing. You do nothing. You spend money that isn’t yours and breathe air you don’t deserve. You don’t have a drop of royal blood in your veins. You’re just a homeless street rat someone felt sorry for. So please, tell me…” I tilted my head. “What gave you the right to talk to me?” Her jaw clenched so tight her whole face shook with anger, but I wasn’t finished. “And for your information,” I added, lifting my fork elegantly, “I’m not a gold digger. I don’t dig gold. Gold is cheap. I dig diamonds. Diamonds are more expensive.”

I didn’t answer. She went on, folding her arms. “I see you helped Skylar. That’s very kind of you. I’m sure it was out of pity, of course. But let me be honest with you, Mr. Buckman. Don’t be fooled by what you saw here. She's nothing more than a gold digger who has just been exposed.” Her words made my jaw tighten. Each sentence was like a needle piercing deeper into my patience. The more she spoke, the more the anger I was trying so hard to suppress grew. She was damn lucky that I don't hit women…

she spat, her voice just loud enough to make sure I heard her. The reasonable side of me told me to let it go. Walk away, Elara. Don’t stoop to her level. But then she added, “You’re nothing but a gold digger.” That word hit a nerve. Every ounce of self control I’d been clinging to vanished into thin air. The audacity of her, to call me a gold digger—especially when she has no idea that Nate and I are faking this entire relationship. If only she knew I was doing her precious cousin and their whole family a favor by being part of this charade.

I already know the fucking answer so why did I say it? Her answer is calm, surprising me in its meekness. "Because I'm not a gold digger. I don't take advantage of people. I don't ask for help, I don't expect help. I don't use people and I don't ask for anything. I refuse to owe anyone anything. Owing people..." She gestures wildly with her free hand, barely missing smacking my chest. "... gives room for people to take advantage of you. Soooo... no." She lifts her chin up towards me, defiant.