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

For what exactly? “Are you delusional or something? Did you forget that these last few years, I have been the one spending on you, not the other way round?”” I asked.. “If anyone should be asking for compensation, it should be me and be rest assured, I will collect back everything in full!” “You little bitch! If you do this, I promise you I won't take you back no matter how much you beg…” I hung up before he could say anything more and blocked him instantly.

"You seem to have forgotten you never asked for it. I call the shots here." "you initiated it. I want it to end." "pay me back my money, or hand me a child that's mine, and I'll let you go." He replied, pulling down the last button on his shirt. It gently slid off his arms. "I did not take your money. If you want it so bad, get it from his fucking carcass. And if you want a child, pay for a surrogate mother. Mr I can afford everything. Can't you afford that?"

His persistence grated against my defenses, an unwelcome intrusion into the confines of my solitude. "What's the deal now?" I shot back, my voice lacking any warmth or courtesy. It was a cold retort. "Just came to ask, are we going back yesterday, for real?" Diyo's question hung in the air, met with a deadpan stare from me. There was a chilling emptiness etched into my visage, a look that mirrored the void within me. "Yeah, we're going back yesterday, for real," I replied, my voice a hollow echo. My demeanor remained unfazed, a façade of indifference concealing the relentless turmoil churning within me.

Then, quietly, "And does it?" There are a hundred answers to that. Every one of them is sharp, not this time, and sits closest to the surface. But the truth under that truth is messier. Because once, yes. Once I handed over everything so willingly that even the theft looked neat from the outside. "No," I say. "Not anymore." Something changes in his face, approval, maybe. Or interest deepening into something harder to pull back from. Then he says, "I didn't ask for three minutes just because of business."

Why had I offered to reimburse him for the dress, putting myself in such a mess? Nathan: Didn’t you say you wanted to pay me back for the dress? Then give me the money now. Nathan demanded the money provocatively, looking at me triumphantly. Me: Well… could I pay you back in a few days? I don’t have that much money right now.

“But seriously now, do you think he'll pursue it? Should I be prepared?” “Oh, he will. That was a man on a mission” “Shit” “Can't you give it back? Just this once. You know I never mind you klepto ways, but that guy meant business” “I'm not klepto!” “Sure darling, whatever helps you sleep at night.” “Fuck off” she motioned to hang up, but heard him calling her back before she could “Wait, wait! Before I forget. I know what you'll say but that club downtown asked for you again. Vexon, I think it's called.”

what would I get for helping you? He asked the question he was so afraid I would ask. I know it won't be that easy. Something tells me he'll want something in return, and what better than what he had offered me in the beginning? Sooner or later I would accept it, since he paid for my mother's operation and treatment. I was just waiting for him to charge me. It took him a while to ask me for something in return. -I'll take the deal. -What deal? I know he pretends not to remember.

"No. Wrong Nicholas…” “I'm asking that question not because I'm mad at you, but I'm just surprised. So there's no need to return all that food." "But-" "Just put it back in the shopping cart." ***

"Francis, please! Can you just let me be? I'm going through a lot already and the last thing I would want is you adding up to my problems" "Then share them with me, I'm here to listen to you. To help you solve all of it. I'm Francis North" "You can't help me! You can never do it! Everything is not all about money! Just let me go!!" "You've known me before today. You think I'm going to listen to you because you told me to leave? You're stuck with me forever, Andrea." "Why do you want me back so badly? What exactly do you want from me that you can't get from another woman?"

“Oh, but you asked asked for that.” “Yes. And now that you’re here, I want to talk about our last transaction. You know, the one where you conned me out of 2 million dollars.” “Impatience has a price.” I retort. “And now I want retribution.” “I didn’t do anything wrong.” I mock and put my hands up. “You charged me extra for a delivery you’d already sent.” “So what? You want your money back? You want one of my fingers? What do you want from me.”