Never Get Past Him Mga Nobela at Kwento

Huffing, I whipped my hair to keep moving, purposefully hitting him with what hung over my shoulders. He turned his head, seeing it coming. His eyes flashing in unholy fury. I gripped the railing to rush up the stairs but his hand landing over mine and pinching it in place stopped me. I turned to look over my shoulder at him. “When are you going to learn that some things are simply out of your reach.” “You’re not. Though you’re trying damn hard to be.”

Not like anything is going to happen or like he will ever know. It won't last long. Am sure the more annoyingly frustrating he gets it will soon pass. ----------------

But how could I play hard to get when every day he was more possessive, devoted and looking so open and passionate? My mind told me that I should make him suffer a little, but my heart wanted so much more for him to stay with me once and for all. The morbid thing is that Pierre and I only managed to get it right once and for all with the help of the mentally ill Owen and thanks to that, I lost Scott. It was a high price to pay, a price I wish I'd never paid, but a price I wouldn't waste. I loved Pierre and I would try to be as happy as possible because I knew that was all Scott wanted for me. As much as my parents, Frederich and Shelly, or Adrian.

“But we’ve been running in circles, and if you can’t see it, we’re already in his territory whether we admit it or not.” That made him pause for a few seconds. Then he let out a quiet, frustrated exhale and paced a few steps toward the window. It wasn’t dramatic; it was just him trying to settle the discomfort in his chest. I could tell that much. “If you think he’s going to meet us halfway, you’re wrong.” “I’m not asking him to,” I replied. “I just need to understand the rules he thinks he’s playing with. Because right now, he’s dictating everything while we react to everything. That’s how people lose.”

He stared at her for a long moment. Then he walked past her again. This time, he didn’t stop. She turned to watch him disappear down the stairs. Women reached for him. No response. They tried to flirt with him. He didn’t blink. Untouchable. Aria looked toward the empty space he had left “No. I’ve seen what I want now.” And I’ll get him.”

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

As long as you're by my side, that's enough. Jackson had been pursuing me since I joined the company, but I had rejected him, citing my marriage as the reason. Yet, somehow, he had learned the truth about my situation. And instead of backing off, he only became more persistent.

“And he never will be. No matter how painful it might be, you're going to get that in your mind. You're going to drill it inside of it. You have no other choice. You have things to do. And he is not going to be part of them. You're not going to allow him to be.” “Not now and not ever.”

But fuck him if he thinks I’m just going to roll over and let him win. My breath is a sharp gasp as I press forward, trying to gain some distance, but his presence feels inescapable. I can’t stop picturing him just a few feet behind me, waiting for the moment I stumble, the moment I give up.

But as soon as I reached the corner by the stairwell, he stepped out from behind the lockers. “Going somewhere?” His voice was calm, almost casual, but the way he said it made my skin prickle. I tried to move around him, but he mirrored every step. A wall. Silent, tense, immovable. My heart pounded, my breath came fast. “Move,” I spat. He didn’t. He smirked, his eyes dark, sharp, unrelenting. “We need to talk.” “No. We don’t,” I said, shaking my head. “Yes. We do.”