I Don't Wanna Fall In Love Again Novels & Stories

Once again, the call goes to voicemail. “Hey, it's me again. Please call me back. I'm sorry about what happened. I swear I'm not in love with Apollo. Can we talk this out like adults?” As I end the call, I feel a lump in my throat. I don't want things to end this way between us. Heck, I don't want things to end with him. He’s a good guy, someone I would be comfortable and possibly happy with. He’s nothing like my ex-fiancé, in all the best ways.

"Aunt Wednesday said you have history. That means you cared about him once, right?" "I did," I admitted, because lying to Iniko had never worked and I wasn't about to start now. "A long time ago, when we were in college, I cared about him very much. But that was six years ago. We're different people now. He's moved on with his life, and I've moved on with mine." "But maybe you could move on together," Iniko suggested, his expression hopeful. "Maybe you could—"

Would I be able to love her anyone again? As I stood by the door watching them chat, Vel looked up and soft, beautiful eyes caught mine. She smiled, small and unsure. Like she was scared I would not return it. But I had no choice, my mind remembered her, my heart did too. When I returned her smile, she looked a little less terrified and went back to their conversation. Then the realization hit. Falling in love with her would definitely not be a problem. The problem would come if he fell and she did not. And she left him, abandoned him. Again. Broke his heart, again. He would never recover from that a second time. That much, he was aware of.

Connected. Surrendered to desire. ******************************************

It was grief and anger and memory colliding. When the lights snapped back on and the elevator lurched into motion, they broke apart, breathing hard. “This is a mistake,” she whispered. “I know.” “We can’t—” “I know.” The doors opened to the lobby. Freedom. She stepped out. “Goodbye, Dominic.” "Come home with me." She froze. "One night," he said. "No future. No promises." Every instinct screamed no. She should walk away. She should protect herself. But three years of distance hadn't killed what she felt.

I thought about it for a long time. "I… I don't remember what hate feels like." Something in her face twitched. She stood up suddenly and knocked the glass off the table. It shattered on the floor. "You don't even know how to hate anymore. They beat that out of you. Do you know what you used to be like? You'd wave your test scores in my face. You'd fight me for the remote. You'd call me stupid." Her voice started to break. "And now, you can't even get a full sentence out. You won't touch your food unless someone tells you it's okay. You sleep in the corner with your back against the wall."

Naomi's POV Marry him again. Marry him AGAIN! That had to be the worst joke I have ever heard. The first time was a mistake and there was no way I will ever be willing to be in a relationship with Derrick again. Even if I was forced again. I won't marry him. Emily was silent beside me. I guess she knew what was going on in my head. "What do you guys do for fun here?" She said with a forced smile. "Dean! Dean!"

he professed and I swallowed uneasily. "So you're in love with me?" "That's too intense, Cassandra," he chuckled. "I'm definitely not in love with you." Now I was confused. "There's only one woman I've ever loved," he muttered and I exhaled deeply. "Ana right?" "Yes... But I had already stopped loving her long before we finally even got divorced and I've sworn not to love anyone afterwards." "But what if you fall in love without even knowing?" I asked. "I will definitely squash those feelings, I don't want any woman to be able to hurt me again," he chuckled.

He answered. "I'm a rockstar. I'm a contracted rock star and now I feel just a little more worthy of you but I'm not. I love you man and I'm just the woman from a small town. Why is this crazy bitch wanting to kill me? Are there more crazy bitches? How many crazy bitches have you dated? I've only had sex with 4 people in my life and you were the second ever. And I am not a crazy bitch, or maybe I am, I don't know." She rambled. "I'm hanging up on you because I don't know who you are and exactly how many women there are so obviously I'm not ever going to be enough for you" and she hung up.

"I mean, I just freed you from your last relationship, which you've refused to let go of, and now you're starting another?" She just freed me? "I told you, Amber, it's nothing. Okay, I think we should stick to the original plan. No more talks about boys. Let's just go see the movie, okay?" Amber shrugged. "Fine then. I hope you like vintage cheesy romance." * * *