Now They Both Want Me Back Novels & Stories

"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?"

George said and I sighed, I folded my hands on each other. "What do you both want from me now?" I asked them. "We want our Stefan back! We want our friendship, our bro, everything, we want you back!" They chorused and I took a step backwards, a little bit frightened. "Are you both sure you're okay?" I asked them and they smiled. "Of course. We are sorry, we are sorry on behalf of......" "That's okay, because I'm not going to take my words back." I cut them off when I realized that we're going to talk about Mabel's friends.

He asked. “Yes.” I sighed. “I want to go to him.” As soon as I said that, Kent dropped his hands to his thighs, letting me go. He looked away from me immediately. “But just the way I want him is the way I want you too, Kent.” “I am torn between my ex-husbands!”

Her name slipped out of my mouth, it sounded like a moan and a plea. I tightened my hold on my cock and started stroking it, I pictured her lips wrapped around my cock... I imagine she's the one sucking me off. I imagine she's moaning as her head is bobbing and my hand is grabbing her hair. I felt no shame. I know I wanted her the moment I laid my eyes on her a month ago. I shouldn't want her. Her grandad handed her over to me to care for her and to make her a great business woman, not to fuck her.

It came out more like a question then an answer but she just smiled happily at me. "Great. Because I was thinking, maybe we could talk about....getting back together again? You know, rekindle old moments together and start over? Cos I really want you back Jonathan. I've never wanted anyone more then I want you right now and I know you still feel the same about me. I know it was a stupid thing to kiss Jake behind your back, and I promise it won't happen again. So, what do you say?"

I repeated. “Yes.” Roman’s voice was steady. “Not for work. Not for a quick trip. I want us to go back properly. Just you and me. I want to walk the same paths. Sit at the same bar. Watch the sunset from the same places. I want to go back to where we started.” My chest felt tight in the best way. “Why now?” I asked quietly. He gave a small smile. “Because we’re ready. We’ve been through enough. We’ve fought. We’ve hurt. We’ve healed. Now I want to take you back to the beginning and rewrite the ending. This time we don’t leave each other. This time we stay.”

She sighed and gulped down a glass of whiskey immediately refilling it. "So, what do you want to do, get her back?" She wanted to know what he wanted more than what they did, thinking if the past was a waste of time she always said. "Yes, I want her back and for her to forgive me," Seb said. "When you said you wanted her back I was going to kidnap her and bring her to you but forgiveness that's something else." That's why he clarified he knew she'd say something like this that's just how she was.

Becca said, continuing. My heart is beating very fast. What do they want to see me again for? Don't they think of me as their child anymore? Why do they still want to see me? "Meet them, La," Becca said. I shook my head. "I don't want to meet them." "Why?"

And if I wanted support, if I wanted to return to my old pack and become Alpha, then I needed to keep going. “Yeah, it really has been helpful,” I agreed with a small smile. “I’m actually kind of excited to go back this week.” Amber arched a brow at that. “Speaking of which, you mentioned wanting to do some other stuff too, right? Something about getting more involved or whatever?”

Adjusting my scrub, I stood up, gathering myself, trying to regain that composure I had been holding onto so tightly. “I appreciate it,” I added, then he gave me a small smile. “Go get some rest,” he said. “You look like you need it.” “I’m fine.” I replied, letting out a small breath. My hand was already on the handle when I paused then turned back slightly. “Can I have my former patients back?” I asked. “I can handle the workload.” Reese shook his head almost immediately. “Don’t worry,” he said, waving it off lightly. “You just got back. I still need to connect with the players.”