When A Guy Pulls Away Do Nothing Novels & Stories

"We. You and I. Both of us. We weren't built to break. We'll do this. Now calm down. I can not have you losing your shit." I tried to nod, but I end up choking some more. Then he did something out of the script. For both of us. He tugged his hands lower, slid them around my waist, and pulled my skin against his. In all my alternate realities, I never envisioned one where I'd be pressed against this man. My walls were up, all senses heightened and my first instinct was to pull away. Yet I stilled. My whole body turned rigid, I waited, then exhaled sharply.

“Then let me go so I can start.” He didn’t smile. He just leaned in until his lips grazed mine—but didn’t kiss. Just hovered. “Tell me to stop,” he said. I swallowed. My body wanted to lean in. My mind wanted to slap him. “Stop,” I whispered. He pulled back immediately. His hand dropped from my waist. Silence. The air cooled. He stepped away and walked to the window, watching the city below like it was more interesting than anything we’d just done. “You’re not a pushover,” he said.

I couldn't tell if I wanted to push him away or pull him in. When he pulled back, I was breathless. "No one disrespects my mate," he growled.

“I did not stutter when I said five million. When you pay, then I will know if I want to continue this relationship with you. Until then, we have nothing to talk about.” He tightened his grip around my hand, Slowly, he lifted his gaze to mine, dark, and unsettling in a way that made my confidence falter. Then, without warning, he yanked me forward, pulling me off balance until I was forced closer to him. “Ava…” he said quietly. “if you keep acting like this… you leave me with no choice.”

I wanted him to completely erase the memory of the classroom and the drawing in my locker. He shifted his weight, his hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, his thumb pressing into my pulse point. He pulled my face toward his, our lips mere inches away from finally crossing the line we had been dancing around since I arrived in New York. A sudden click sounded at the front door. Adrian yanked himself back so fast I actually gasped from the sudden loss of his heat. He stepped entirely away from the marble counter, putting several feet of distance between us. He turned his back to me, running his hands roughly over his face and taking a deep, shuddering breath to compose himself.

he murmured as we passed each other. I rolled my eyes as the unknown guy gave me a twirl. Slowly, he trailed his hand on my ass, which made me uncomfortable. “I am done,” I said, trying to escape him. “You came to me, provoked me, and now you are trying to get away.” He pulled me tighter, and I tried to process how to get rid of him, but somebody pulled us apart before I could request it. “Don’t you dare to touch her again? Otherwise, you will find yourself six feet under.”

I warned, then turned to leave. But before I could move an inch, the bastard pulled me back against his chest, grinding his disgusting hard on my butt. Which made me want to puke all over, so I tried to pull away. “Let go,” “Come baby girl.you are going to love it. Your boyfriend is not here; he would never know this happened. He should haven't left you pretty little alone…if you were mine…,” Before he could finish his words, he pulled away from me.

I could feel the warmth of his hand, the slight tension there but he didn't pull away and that alone made my heart beat a little faster. I took a small step closer, leaving barely any space between us. I could feel his breath, warm against my face. Slow… but not as steady as he was trying to make it seem. His eyes stayed on mine, not moving, not blinking much either. Why isn’t he pulling away? I lifted my free hand slowly, giving him time to stop me but he didn’t. So I touched him. My fingers gently brushed against his cheek. His skin warm and smooth under my touch.

He was mercilessly holding it. But then he stopped. And pulled his hands away from me and his tight grip to left. But then again he grabbed my palm from his, not toughy though and pulled me closer to him, "You don't know me Roseanna, you don't. So stop mistaking yourself that you are doing any better in reading me!" he said, and then left me. He kept giving me cold glare from his eyes but then he turned and then decided to walk away from. I waited for him to turn, but without looking back while my eyes were fixated on him that he will turn and apologize. He didn't.

Then, I decided to go check on him. I went towards the bar and saw him from distance, his back turned to me and he seemed to be on call. I got to him and wrapped my hands around his waist. I moved my hands up to his chest and picked on his nipple. “I want us to watch the next scene together.” I whispered in his ears. He pulled my hands away from his chest and stepped away from me. “Tell me more.” He said to the person he was talking to on call. I was confused, was I doing something wrong? Why did he have to move away from me?