Take My Money Gif の小説・ストーリー

The driver hurried back to the car and returned with a black briefcase in hand. “Open it.” The locks clicked open, revealing stacks of money neatly arranged inside. A few people around us gasped quietly. Without a word, Zayn grabbed one thick bundle and stretched it toward me. “You look broken,” he said flatly. “Take it and fix yourself. Maybe then you’ll be more careful next time.” For a second, I simply stared at the money. Then at him, the sight burning my chest. “You must be crazy if you think I’d take that,” I snapped, wiping furiously at the tears threatening to spill. “Keep it. Maybe use it to buy yourself a heart instead.”

"He said I was ecstatic in my head. Five thousand? Just like that? Wow, but I was actually giving him a sad face outside instead of displaying this joy. He said anxiously, "Haa Lexi baby, why are you sad? Is the money not enough?" "Well.It's not that I don't have enough money; I just need it for something." I tried my hardest to feel depressed, and it seemed to be helping. Haa buh Lexi I don't have a lot of money here, so wait." As he said that, he opened another drawer. I took out another bunch, but this time it was in a $500 note. He tossed it to me

I was not taking that money. "I'm sorry but I cannot accept the money." I said to him. "Okay, if you change your mind you could always come back and cash out within 7 days of your last earning. But you would need his membership card to do so." "Okay. Thank you so much for bringing him here." "No worries ma'am. Have a nice night." They said and they made their way out.

However, she abruptly halted on her track, causing Graham to nearly jostle into her. "Sorry, ma'am!" He quickly bowed at her. Gabrielle veered around to confront him and she asked him fiercely "Do you have any money with you?" "Y-yes, ma'am! I have $1000 with me!" Graham answered. "Give it to me!" Gabrielle said firmly to him. Graham immediately brought out the money from his back pocket, and he passed it to her. Gabrielle gazed at the money for a while. Then, she said to him "I will return it later to you!"

He typed something, then held the screen where I could see it. A transfer. Seventy-five million. My mouth went dry. “If you accept, I will send the rest,” he said. I gave a short, disbelieving laugh. “Tssk. You think you can play or use me with your fake alert?” Even as I said it, my hands were trembling. Because I knew people faked things all the time. I knew some men loved using money as a weapon, loved showing off screens and making promises that dissolved into nothing later.

“I need more. I’m in serious trouble. And I really need the money–” “Trouble isn’t my business,” he cut me off with a shrug. “Money is. This is my final offer. I'll add 20% to the money. And that's all. Take it or walk out with your pretty jewels.” Tears of humiliation stung my eyes. I had no choice. No other options. No one left to turn to.“Fine,” I whispered brokenly. “Just… give me the money.”Rico smiled as he counted out the cash and slid it across the table with a satisfied smirk.

As he parks in front of my home, panic bubbles up my throat and I push down the urge to beg him to take me somewhere else. I smile sadly as I kiss him on his cheek before turning to get out. “Wait.” He pulls out a rolled bundle of money and hands it to me. “Your money.” I scrunch my nose while looking at it, “I don’t want it, Gio. I’m not a whore.” He snickers, moving the bundle back and forth before my eyes. “No, you are not, but we had a deal.” Taking the cash cautiously, I thank him just as he leans towards me, grabbing my chin and pulling me in for a slow and gentle kiss.

“I want to do this.” “Good, good,” he sighed, his lip going between his teeth as he reached into his pocket for his wallet. He took out two very beat up hundred dollar bills and presented them to me. I gingerly accepted, confusion evident on my face. “Don’t . . . don’t people usually pay after?” “This is for accepting.” He licked his lips as he watched me, damn near trembling with excitement. “You’ll get the rest if we make it through the night without needing to use the safeword.”

"Yes, miss?" I pulled my wallet out of my bag and took out ten 100,000 rupiah notes. "This is for you," I said, slipping the money into her hand. She stared at the cash in her palm, brow furrowed, then looked back at me. "For me, miss?" she asked, looking bewildered. I nodded and squeezed her hand shut over the money with a wide smile. "Yes, just take it." "Oh my... you’re so kind, miss. Thank you..." she said, her eyes lighting up.

Then, his eyes widened, “You’re serious?” “Completely.” I murmured, stepping back, my expression smooth as marble. He swallowed hard, still staring at me like he was trying to decide whether I was joking, “If I do that, you’ll really give me the money?” I smiled, “Every cent of it. Enough to disappear, if that’s what you want.” Kevin let out a shaky laugh, uncertain but intrigued, “Alright… I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” “Good.” I straightened, brushing an invisible speck of dust from my dress, “I’ll have someone contact you tomorrow. Don’t be late when they do.”