I Owe You One Novels & Stories

I pulled out the stack of IOUs I had kept and slapped them onto the table. "Back then, I was young and naive. When people told me how much money you owed, I thought it was my duty to respect the dead, so I kept my head down and worked myself to the bone to pay it off. "But there were 20 separate IOUs. Doesn't that mean you should have received 20 distinct bank transfers? If you can produce the records to prove you actually borrowed that money, then, as your daughter, clearing your debts is only right. But if you can't show a single transfer record…"

I sent a single text, hoping it didn’t sound like he owed me anything, but I needed this to be done. Me: I need a favor.

Mila’s POV “I do owe you Ryan. You paid a fortune of your money to get me out. I owe you my life, my freedom but….” “You don’t owe me anything Mila! You’re my mate” he said in a hard, emotional tone “If you’re doing this just for me…”

“Come on have mercy on me please. You know there is no way I can pull out half a million dollars to pay you. Even if I could, I will still have more debts left to pay.” “Not my problem asshole. It’s my money that you owe and I want to get paid today.”

“I own you and you will accept everything I do to you. Until your father pays what he owes, or until you give me an heir, you are mine.” Her fist clenched. Her jaw twitched. She was seething. “I am not agreeing to any of your demands, I am going to pay you back,” she growled. “Tell me how much he owes right now and I will pay everything back, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” That fire. That fucking fire. I grinned then. Not because it was funny. But because it was the first honest thing anyone had said to me in months. “Half a million,” I said. “And since you have decided to take on the debt, I give you one month.”

I told him “I owe you one” I added “If you say so then pay the ‘debt’ by spending the day with me,” he said tucking his hand into his pocket “What? Why?” I asked “You said you owed me,” he said “I-I-I-” “See you around Nova,” he said with a smirk before walking away I couldn’t hold it against him anymore, he was genuine and it couldn’t be clearer, and I owed him big time. How I was going to pay him back was left to me to figure out.

Dylan asked. “PNE has a concert today. Tito Jay gave me two free tickets,” said Clark. “Seriously, you never even invited me?” said Matt. “It’s because the ticket is sold out, so even if I want to invite you, I can’t,” said Clark. “And they all got autographs?” said Sasha, grabbing Gaby’s CD. “You guys are a little annoying.” “It’s only you next time,” said Clark. “Are you enjoying this, Gab?” Dylan asked.

Did he listen to my conversation as well? “I…I…You…” I stuttered. “You owe me one for this.” He whispered and immediately turned his back to leave. Oh Selena, the shit you get yourself into!

Maybe that's why he expects me to know him. " Iris? You okay?" He calls out and I feel a sweat bead on my forehead. " I'm owing you, aren't I?" I slowly asked, I needed to know what's going on. " Owing me? What made you think that?" " Everything did. You know my name and expect me to know you. You following me. I'm owing you, I swear I'll pay back if only you could remind me" He sighed and almost looked like he's not understanding what I just said.

“I what?” “Whatever. He already told me everything. Anyway, I thought I’d do you a favor just this once, but seeing as how it’s unappreciated, I’ll leave you alone. Oscar’s going to be pretty disappointed. He was telling me that’s why he would owe me one if I managed to get you to come over, but having him under my thumb isn’t worth the effort of trying to place nice with you when you’re being an asshole. Later.”