We Can't Keep Meeting Like This Novels & Stories

Time sure flies because in four months, if he stays true to his words, and what we've agreed three years ago, everything will end the moment January 4th hits. "I have no intention to do otherwise. So it's best if we slow down and go back to only meeting on Sundays. They're three now, they understand stuff, they remember stuff. It will be harder for them if you guys meet too frequent." I totally understand his point of view, but can't he see things from MY point of view? "So only Sundays?" I finally open my mouth. I really want to argue with him that they're my kids TOO, but I know him. He would only push harder if I do that. I need a different kind of strategy. A subtle one.

Nothing will ever happen naturally if we don’t spend time together. “For what?” “For backing out last night. Husbands and wives have lunch together…” “I have meetings all day,” he says. “Surely you can cancel one.” “I don’t cancel meetings.” “So, this month is not happening? Clearly you can’t include me in your life.” I shake my head. “I’m not walking away from the month,” he says. “I just have to do it my way.” I turn to leave. “Your way is looking like it will never happen. It’s just excuse after excuse.”

I felt angry and frustrated at the same time, but I couldn’t do anything at the moment. “Can we have this meeting another time? Your presence has obviously thrown everyone speechless. I think it is better we schedule this meeting for another day.” This was the only thing I could come up with, and I know that he’s not going to refuse this particular thing that I said because we definitely need another mission to conclude our decision. Before the next meeting, I must have a week to make this partnership work because if it doesn't, I will be in a very big mess.

Cass: “Never. Someone has to keep him from aging ten years ahead of schedule. And I live to annoy him.” I shake my head, a sigh slipping out. The banter feels normal. Too normal. Like nothing exploded between us. Like none of us were ripped to shreds in the process. I set the phone down on the couch beside me before I get pulled too deep into it. Because in ten minutes, I have a meeting.

"That's what I wanted to say! Well, we've met today, so let's count this as our official meeting for this week. We met on Thursday, Friday and today's Saturday. Our meeting is once a week, mister!" "I don't think so." He uttered and paused for a bit while Sapphire glared at him like an idiot. "We have to meet more often than once a week. It's not based on the frequency of our meeting. What's important is establishing and maintaining some regularity. Since I'm the only guy you're dating. I wouldn't want you to be home alone, and crying at night like most girls do. Perhaps, your missed calls wouldn't let me stay away from you, whatever! It's a bit stuffy in here, let's go outside for a stroll.

I exhaled deeply, “I said fucking cancel it, are you deaf?” He took a deep breath before speaking up, “Do I need to remind you how important this meeting is. And that it’s not something we could simply cancel. Not just that, it took me a lot to be able to find a way through shifting the time, and now you want it to be canceled. Do I also need to remind you that we are dealing with international agencies and business partners, and we could lose millions from this?” None of them reached a single drop of Rory’s life, so I repeated, “I don't care, Christian. Cancel the meeting.”

The secondary bond purred with contentment the entire time. "I've been thinking," Jason said as we prepared to leave. "We should schedule regular meetings. The bond gets painful when we go too long without contact." I hesitated. Kyle would hate it. But Jason was right. Waiting until the pain became unbearable wasn't healthy for anyone. "How often?" I asked. "Twice a week? Tuesdays and Fridays?" "That sounds reasonable." "Good." Jason smiled, and something warm flickered in his eyes. "I'll see you Tuesday then."

What was the point of expanding, of making more money, of building an empire, when the one person I wanted to share it with was gone? "You know what?" I said, standing abruptly. "I think we should postpone this meeting. I'm not at my best today." The room fell silent. These men had flown in from three different countries for this meeting, had cleared their schedules specifically to be here. Postponing was not just unprofessional – it was insulting. But I couldn't bring myself to care. Jaxon stepped in smoothly, his voice diplomatic. "Gentlemen, I apologize for the inconvenience. We'll reschedule for next week and make sure to compensate you for your travel expenses."

I sighed and rested my hands on the edge of the table. "So what are we going to do now?" I asked him. "Should I send a message to the elders to postpone the meeting?" "It's already too late and it might not reach them before they arrive tomorrow," he said reasonably. "It's fine. They can come. We might just have to tackle it together or reschedule." "This has never happened before," I commented. "And now I am wondering if this is just hard or you haven't been able to get yourself after Ashina's death."

"If I can't convince them that Toronto is workable, they might use it as an excuse to push me out entirely." Emma felt the weight of his fear, and suddenly her own N*****x meeting seemed less important. "I'll call Lisa," she said. "See if we can move the N*****x meeting to the morning." "You don't have to—" "Yes, I do. We're partners, remember?" Alek's smile was grateful and relieved. "Thank you." But when Emma called Lisa, the response was disappointing. "They have meetings all morning," Lisa explained. "It's two o'clock or nothing."