Porque Te Demoras Novels & Stories

Rina pressed again. I swallowed. Maybe I wasn't so sure. "This is ridiculous," I scoffed disbelievingly a couple of seconds later, with a slow shake of my head when I caught myself slowly sinking into the possibility that it might be true. "There has to be another explanation," I muttered inaudibly to myself but Rina heard me. She responded to my statement. "I tried to check myself too and court backlogs don't explain this delay you're experiencing and neither do normal procedural delays. Someone is definitely working behind the scenes."

Soon. Before I could continue the conversation, you know about getting to know her more and probably ask her out on a date, yeah I know, I work fast, which is because I don’t like waiting. Once I like something or someone I have to get it. I just can’t wait. But before I could do all that, my phone rang again, which immediately reminded me of the fact that I’m one hundred percent late for my morning lectures.

Dallas was quiet but Reese spoke up after a few minutes of silence. “Why do I get the feeling that we are going to be delayed going back home?” Smirking, I look up at him. “You know me too well.”

Unknown POV “Why is it taking this long? The previous one wasn’t like this, so what’s happening?” I snarled, my eyes blazing with anger. “You have one fucking job, and you can’t deliver!” “I apologize for the delay, it’s more difficult because of the lady, she tends to be more careful and somehow manages to bypass all my traps”. “Then create more!” I yelled, rising from my chair, “Why then are we paying you? Or do you have a better plan on how to achieve this?” I asked the maid we had planted in Zayn's house.

Adrian paced back and forth in front of the hospital courtyard, occasionally glancing towards the hospital exit, hoping that the person he was waiting for would appear soon. But after waiting for a long time, the person he was waiting for did not show up. Adrian glanced at his expensive watch from time to time, saying angrily, "Where are they, actually! It's taking so long! I've been waiting here for 10 minutes, but they still haven't arrived! What are they doing in there, anyway, that I have to wait so long! Do they think I'm unemployed or something? Damn! This is really annoying!"

"Timothy Barrett, what the hell do you mean by that?" "It is what it is." His tone was calm. "Weren't you the one desperate for a divorce? You've been waiting for this day for eons! And why couldn't you wait for another hour?" That was the part she couldn't understand. Timothy's expression became slightly awkward. But his tone remained monotonous. "I could've waited. But could you make a flight wait? I was in a rush for a business trip. I didn't have much time to spare."

One second later, I roll on my side, tapping random numbers on my calculator till his reply pops up. Let: Sorry, can’t pick. Busy with AJ. Sorry for the late replies. Do you like him? Apologies will mean nothing if he doesn’t step up. I want to type that but I force myself to wait twice as long as it took him to reply. I am busy too, busy being busy. I flex my ankles, prop my head on the pillow to perform some leg stretches. Picking my phone, I groan at the time. Time is so slow when I’m involved.

LENA Three minutes and fourteen seconds. He spoke about the disbursement delays with the tone of a man describing an inconvenience inflicted on him by an indifferent universe. He spoke about the specific obligations, a property tax on the Hamptons house, a loan that had come due on timeline he had not expected, the particular and miscellaneous accumulation of a wealthy man's expenses in the specific and temporary condition of a cash flow interruption, with the detailed and particular quality of a man who had decided that the details made the request reasonable, that the specificity of the need was its own justification.

"So..." "I am sorry, I got distracted. And trust me, I can give you a better answer that's more patient. And I know we've spent quite some time together for you to be asking me for an answer but I really don't want to rush it. If we waited this long, we can wait some more. Can I do it at my time, please?" She tried explaining with a smile on her face so he wasn't misled as to what it really was. She was being serious.

I can't stop myself from panicking. "Why is it taking you so long to stay here? Are you pooping, Mommy? Where are you?"