Porque Te Demoras Novels & Stories

"I can think of a few things is like to do. And what was the other thing you haven't told me?" "That one is a surprise so I have a good reason for not telling you." "Is it a bad or good surprise?" "I don't know. I'll let you be the judge of that, but it's not ready yet so you might have to wait a day or two." "Can't you give me sooner, I'm dying of suspense." "I'll see what can be done about that but I'm not promising anything." "And this means I'm never seeing Simon again, I was looking forward to having him around."

“No! No! You have to give me a few minutes to get ready please. I’m sorry about the delay.” “No worries. It is my job.”

Kitten, Sir is getting rather annoyed here. Maybe I should punish you for making me wait. There better be a good excuse, Kitten. Please don't say the bitch is out again. I can't help but laugh, although I knew I would be in trouble for making him wait. Sorry, sir, read my blog post for today; that will explain why I am delayed in replying, and yes, the whole idea scares me, yet I want it. I hope he reads and understands why I took so long to reply.

He nodded and pulled his phone out ,his expression turning sour as he checked it. “I have to go “he said and turned to leave “Are you coming back this time?” I asked,regretting my words immediately He stopped in his tracks . “Why?you miss me already ?” “At least I know your mum would be happy seeing you around .She’s been getting better ever since you got back”I said wondering when I had turned so good at lying Not like it was a lie ,but I knew that wasn’t my reason of asking him that. His expression softened at the mention of his mum”well thank you for doing a good job also.I just had a lot of catch up to do with business but I’d be home henceforth “he said and turned to leave.

Did I? "Guilty?" "Yeah. That's it. Don't ask me more questions." I say before he could ask me 'why' "I'm sorry for making you feel guilty. Don't worry. You were not late." He cuts my line. "The truth is I waited for you." With that, he made me bewildered. "Why?" go "What do you mean?" "You should have left. You didn't know if I will come. Look, I was 32 minutes late. Why did you still wait for me?"

Originally thought that the message could not be sent. Unexpected. Sent successfully. Suddenly. The black car suddenly stopped. Edward Mitchell looked at the chat box, a few seconds later, he swore, lowered his head to rub his lips, and laughed. Afterward. He texted immediately. Edward Mitchell: This morning's dress suits you very well, beautiful. After sending, satisfied, but a few minutes later, his smile gradually faded, if I knew in advance that you would have unblocked me soon, I would have wished for something else! !

How could he not feel the urgency that had consumed me? A small voice of reason whispered that he might be delayed by unforeseen circumstances, such as transportation mishaps or unexpected setbacks. But impatience gnawed at my insides, overriding any rational thoughts. I yearned for his presence, for the sound of his voice, for the way his eyes sparkled when he passionately delved into his nerdy topics.

I replied coldly. "And you're sure, you're not the problem." I ignored him. "Any news." I asked him. "I expect something good this time around." "Hate to say it but no there isn't." I turned to him, pissed the fuck out. "Again. Why is it taking you almost 5years to find just one person. It's not like she fell off the grid of earth, so why the delay? Or..." I paused. "Or what?" He asked raising his brows up.

She dashed into the bathroom with a crimson red face. She dilly-dallied in the bathroom for quite a while and saw the man waiting impatiently with a solemn expression when she came out. He asked, “Why are you so slow?” “Uh…” She had been inside for at least half an hour, and it was because she wanted to avoid spending more time with him. She thought that since he was such an impetuous person, he would have left her behind for being too slow. Why… “You…were you waiting for me?”