Now Suddenly You're Asking For It Back Novels & Stories

“Hey, Sheena, you are here! It has been so long since we’ve seen each other.” As Tessa rose from the swing, Jason’s expression turned stormy. He shot me a furious glare. His eyes were burning with rage. “Who told you to come here?! Sheena, you’ve completely lost it. Are you seriously stalking me now?!” Before I could say a word, his expression looked like he wanted to tear me apart. “Jason, I’m the one who asked her to come. “You said the heirloom bracelet in the safe was for me. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I asked Sheena to bring it over. If you’re mad, be mad at me!”

Isaac asked, walking towards his desk and he sat on his seat, sipping on his warm coffee that he brought with him. "I'm Sydney Danville. Sorry, I was too sleepy." Kathilyn answered and sat upright. Isaac looked at her and raised his eyebrow in disapproval. "So, you're Sydney Danvulle. Why are you here at this time of night? Weren't you supposed to come see me in the afternoon? And what's with that ugly dress? It's so outdated." He asked, clicking his tongue. 'What do I say now? Will he even believe me if I said that I got kidnapped and ran away? He must think that I'm a naive person.' Kathilyn thought.

I had assumed that the battery would have died by now. “Hello?” “Heard you were out.” “Who is this?” I asked. “I would like my phone back,” he replied. “Sebastian?” I yawned. “Who else would it be?” I could hear a scoff on the other end. “How are you, man?” I asked. “Could be better,” he vaguely responded, “About my cellphone. When can I have it back?” “I thought you gave it to me.” “I did, and now I want it back.”

I suppose I should thank you for not disappointing me. Nicky’s response was a strained, hoarse whisper. ‘I did what you asked.’ ‘Ah, yes. The bait. And you want your payment, I suppose? How much?’ ‘No.’ Nicky’s voice cracked. ‘I don’t want money. I want you to give him back to me.’

I’m really feeling guilty right now. "Uh ... if you may, what can I do to repay you?" I slowly asked. I looked at him, totally looking confused like I asked the dumbest question. "I'm serious. What do you want? You know, kindness is not for free nowadays. I want to pay you back for what you did." He sighed. "You asked for that. So, I'll take this opportunity." My eyebrows met. "What do you mean?"

Ethan looked down. “None.” Daniel frowned. “None?” “Flowers are easy.” Ethan's voice was quiet. “I don't want to give her easy.” He looked out the window again. “I want to give her reasons.” Back inside the restaurant, Mia's phone vibrated. A message from Ethan appeared. Ethan: I won't interrupt your life. I just hope one day you'll let me earn my way back into it. Mia stared at the screen. Her fingers trembled.

“P-Please, you have to help me out with this. For old times’ sake. Y-Your husband has the power to get my company back in the blink of an eye. Once I get it back, I promise to pay you all I owe. Even in ten folds.” “You must be out of your Goddamn mind!” Anaya spat, yanking her hands away from him. She was outraged by the audacity he had to ask for her help. “Have you forgotten you were the one who cheated on me and dumped me like a rag doll? You even threatened me in the hospital room!” “I-I am sorry!” Thomas raised his voice and a few customers turned towards their table. “It was foolish of me. I’m paying for my crimes now, aren’t I? Look, Anaya-”

Something is so fucking wrong. “Will you? Will you do it again? When it comes back?” I hated myself for asking and he gave a wolfish grin showing his fangs. “Oh, Blue. You think you can just ask nicely and we’ll give you what you want? You have to earn it.” He stepped back putting distance between us. “Earn it how?” “Figure it out.” “You smell so wrong.” He frowned at his hand that has just been inside me his eyes flashing. Then he was gone. I stood there feeling the ache already creeping back. And I had no idea what “earning it” meant. But god help me, I knew I’d try to find out.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

he says, his smile unchanged " you've always wanted to have it back right? " I didn't know what to say. I'd originally wanted this phone back since the day he took it away and as the months passed, I learned to forget about it. So why now? " Why are you giving this to me? " I asked, trying not to offend him in the process.

“What do you want, Di?” The nickname tore through me, it was unexpected and it left me with a few seconds of silence. I swallowed the emotion and kept going. “First,” I said, “I want my phone back. I know you tooo it.” He didn’t move to confirm or deny, he didn’t even blink. I tilted my head and added softly, “Or at least, I want you to pretend to look for it. But I need my phone back.” He nodded his head, it was such a small nod that I almost missed it.