She's Had Enough! They Want Her Back Novels & Stories

This is what Trinity does, and she is fucking good at it. But yet she looks at me with those turmoiled eyes, “How many times have we said we have had enough and never wanted to see each other again, only to kiss and make up, then try again?” “Yes, because you fucking leave, and then come crawling back into my bed. Well, someone has to be the one to say enough is enough, and I am doing it now or ever again.” I pause for a breath moment waiting for the little ice princess to burst out in tears, but yet she turns back cold again. “Now drop that goddamn gone and fetch the rest of your shit and get out.”

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.

she asked, her voice carrying a small confusion. “We have to go home now, sweetheart,” I said, bending down to her level on the grass, reaching out to smooth the collar of her shirt. “Come on. Let's get your bag from the office.” “But I don't want to go home,” she said, pulling her arm back slightly, her lips pouting as she looked back at her friends. “We just started the balloon challenge. We're supposed to stay until the big bell rings. Can't we go later?” The resistance hit my chest like a physical weight.

"Nothing that will cause any harm to your job in the future. I'm not trying to pull Whitehall into a state of bankruptcy. I just want to be the one on top. The one in control." James said nothing. He knew what she was after. It wasn't ambition, it was just the need to get back at David Whitehall for divorcing her. "Do we have a deal, James Carter?" "I gave you my word that I will help you, so yes. We do have a deal." "Good." "What about your sister?" "That's a family issue. Doesn't have to matter to you." "Right." "I'll call you when I get to the States." "When do I expect you? In case there's something I need to get ready for you."

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.

"Does she want you back? Because I'm definitely up for the fight if that's what she wants. She has had the time of her life and suddenly wants to make things right? Hell to the fucking no, G." "She said that she was sorry, that she has changed, and wants to start over as friends. She wanted to get coffee, and talk. But, I'm not buying her shit. There's no way I'd be friends with someone like her. I've moved on. And, even if I hadn't, there's no way that she's ever going to be able to replace the wonderful and amazing girlfriend I have, who has healed and brought back all the colors into my life. And no, you aren't fighting anyone because of me."

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

“It’s part of one.” She leaned back slightly in her chair, studying me now instead of just listening. “Then finish it.” I held her gaze for a second before continuing. “We have history together,” I said. “Not recent, not ongoing. But enough that she thinks she still has access.” Her eyes didn’t leave mine. “And does she?” “No.” She watched me for a moment longer, like she was deciding whether to believe it or not. “Then why is she back?” “Because she’s not here by accident.”

She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

My type. When the fabric finally fell clean at her feet, she step away small, and carefully like she had rehearsed every step before. Good. I gave her a look carved from stone. We shouldn't be smiling, we should get straight to the business of the day. But first, the shower. She has had that dress on for more than fifteen hours, she should be starched in it by now. Rea or Rare or whatever the hell she calls herself was all mine pleasure to have, for invading into my territory and even penetrating into my head, making everything else useless and unbearable ri handle id make sure I get pleasure in everything and this would be our new routine.