If He Had Been With Me Analysis Novels & Stories

Something he doesn't know was ,he took a part of me with him the first time we met at Dunn's Haven. He wants to have me but... I was already his.

“Without you, I might have felt overwhelmed.” He lifted my chin so I looked into his eyes. “You would have done it anyway. That is who you are. But I am glad I could be the one to remind you of it. Whatever comes next, whether they return with better offers or more pressure, we will face it. Together.”

Honestly, if he wasn't holding me like this right now, I would have broken down by now. "Yes, I really should've stayed with him."

He questioned my analysand, thinking that perhaps today he was exaggerating or being petulant. Just like me, his appearance had also changed everything; after all, since he was my partner and my henchman, he also earned this good life that I was living now. He had helped me a lot, and he was still useful to me, so if one day I needed to get rid of him, I would do that because I didn't trust anyone, and he knew a lot of my secrets, but for now I still needed him to put my plans into action. "Let me go! I'm not putting on anything, damn it,” I said through clenched teeth and went to the rest of the drinks, pouring myself a whiskey, taking out a cigarette too, and trying to light it with that f

Meeting him changed everything. The bumpy road that Nelle recommended I take was turning out to be the best ride ever. I was never letting him go. I hoped he was ready for me to stick to him like glue. He was stuck with me. He could run, but I had already proven I would find him. He was mine.

Came my response with an extended hand which he took in his before I carried on my way still irritated by his statement but more focused on following after her. Either of us could've been anywhere else, I mostly didn't believe in Fate but Jordan and I happen to be here together at the same time for a reason. I'm not letting that go to waste.

I began. “We don’t have to do anything you are not happy with” he interrupted me, as if he had assumed my reluctance to speak was because I was unsure about being with him. Was that what he thought? That I didn’t want him? Was he crazy? He was my mate… not to mention he was the most beautiful man I think I have ever set my eyes upon… and do not even get me started upon that accent… he could not be further from the truth with his assumptions.

A man who decided things for me without so much as a second thought. How had it come to this?

He pointed out with a smile. I leaned back on my chair, weighing my coins. This wasn’t a perfect beat. But, it all looked and sounded so straightforward. I didn’t know what to think. He wasn’t a part of them but still held a major spot with them. If I agreed, how am I sure he was telling the truth.

I didn't have anything to live for anymore. Going with him wouldn't matter right?