Why Don't You Just Meet Me In The Middle นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“If we overplay this it backfires.” “If we underplay it they win.” “That is not how this works.” “That is exactly how this works.” We both stop and stare at each other and for a second it’s not about the case anymore it’s about us the way we used to do this and the way we used to challenge each other without breaking. I look away first. “Fine,” I say. “We meet in the middle.” He nods slowly. “Okay.” There is a moment of quiet not uncomfortable just full then we keep going.

He suggests suddenly. "I've never actually met her before and it would feel a little weird to meet her under this circumstances. I think we should just stick to the phone conversations for now and hopefully, when all of this is over, we can meet at a more comfortable circumstance." I respond and he simply shrugs, indicating that whatever was cool with me is definitely fine with him.

“You think I want this?” “I think you think it’s inevitable.” “That’s not the same thing.” “It is when you stop fighting it.” His eyes flick back to mine, sharp now. “I am fighting. This is me fighting.” I open my mouth, then close it. Because arguing semantics won’t change the truth sitting between us. “What does the meeting look like?” I ask instead. “Neutral ground,” he says. “No witnesses I don’t control. Short.” “And you expect him to just talk?”

Meeting up just to talk complicates things more than it helps. I frown slightly, about to ask how it could possibly complicate things, when another message arrives. The_Triumvirate: Imagine we met tomorrow just to “talk.” If there were certain acts or requests you weren’t comfortable with, would it feel easier to say no in a message or while sitting across from all three of us? Limits should be discussed in a space where there’s no pressure. We never want anyone to agree to something just because they’re trying to please us. That makes sense. More than I expected it to.

I sigh as I inquire from him because I don’t enjoy how he is able to have such an effect over me that he is able to ruin my mood in a matter of seconds after calling. “Can we meet up?” He inquires and I burst out laughing. “Meet up?” I pronounce because I can’t just believe my ears “Are you kidding me?” I question him. “Of course not Meelah…..I really want us to meet up so that we can talk things out” he explains. “I fact do that…..” I refuse. “Meelah please” he pleads. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t because I am not in town” I give him a reason so that ge can get off my back.

"Where are you going, I end this conference to spend time with you," he asked I replied, "I am very tired today let me have some rest." He replied, "okay have some rest and meet me at dinner at 8 pm, is that okay with you?" I check my mobile for the time it was 5 pm so I replied "okay" But I question him "Where to meet? I don't want any crowded place. I asked him. He replies to me "Why don't we meet at my place or if you prefer I'll stay here for you I will take a room here if you say, you don't like to meet me at a crowded place so I am giving you the option."

"We need to be very careful." I nodded, "that's what I wanted to say. Until we both get the alpha position, we need to be careful. I know it's going to be painful but let's meet at the neutral grounds only once a week. The days will vary because if we have a fixed day of the week, someone can easily figure out our routine.

it was impossible to look away. “And what are those?” he asked, like he was humoring me. I folded my arms, trying to show some strength, and locked eyes with him. “Rule number one, I’ll be the one to call whenever we need to meet. You don’t call me.” His eyes twinkled, a flash of amusement crossing his face. “Oh?” “Do you have a problem with that?” “Not at all.” “Number two,” I continued, pushing through the sudden surge of heat in my chest, “I’ll choose the place we meet. Doing it at the place your sugar mommy bought for you... feels strange.”

I said, and he stood up slowly. “I don't hate you.” “Then what is this?” “I don't have another question. Just drop this conversation.” “I won't. But if you so desperately want me to stop talking about the same exact thing. Meet me at the poolside by eight.” “Why?” “That is because we are not having a conversation here.” “I am not agreeing to anything. Take your nonsensical demands somewhere else.” “I am not ready to listen to any excuses. Meet me by the poolside by eight.”

“No.” “Then I’ll choose.” “Who?” “Elsa.” “She won’t allow it.” “Then there’s no meeting.” Silence. “She’s pushing harder.” “Let her.” “She’s threatening to make a statement.” “On what grounds?” “Doubt.” “Let her choke on it.” “You’re sure?” “Yes.” He sighed. “I’ll cancel it.” “No.” “You just said...” “We meet. But not her way.” “What’s our way?” “You speak first.”