He Wanted Me Gone, Now He Wants Me Back Novels & Stories

He withdrew his hands from me disgustingly. "Enough! Laura. Stop insisting cos' my mind is made up and there's no going back. “I don't love you anymore and I don't want to have anything to do with you again”, period! So, the earlier you realize that this marriage is over and sign those papers, the better for you cos' I've moved on.

I said and pushed him away from me. He looked at me with his nonchalant expression. "Go back to me." He insisted using his monotone voice. "Go back and I will forget all the betrayal you have done. We will continue everything that we have planned." I shook my head. "How can I? How can I go back knowing that you have turned worst than you were before. I never wished for my memories to be lost but good thing it hapoened because I can now see how crazy you turn out to be.

"Sorry. I just can't let go of you again." He withdrew his hand and hid it behind his back. "So, what do you want to talk about? Just get straight to the point; it's getting late." I took a deep breath, closed my eyes for a moment, and then spoke. I can do this! "I want you back," I began. "Please, come back to me." He scoffed, and my heart ached. "Do you think it's that easy? When you say you want someone back, do you expect them to return immediately?"

I just love the way his skin feels against mine, rough and calloused. “My mom wants me to return back home with her.” I said. I linked my fingers through his, wanting to feel more but it didn’t last long because he let go of my hand. “What do you mean? Don’t tell me you’re really considering going back with her.” He stepped back while shaking his head negatively, refusing to admit that I will be going back. “She wants to make up for the time we lost -” “What about you? What do you want?” He intervened.

Not from where he was standing. “You really think that I want to go back to that despicable man? The man who did all those things to me? Who would potentially pin a crime on me? You think I really want to go back to him?” “But… that’s what it sounded like,” Marcus said slowly, cautiously. “Well, it’s not,” I replied firmly. “That’s not what I meant when I said I want to go back. I didn’t mean I want to go back to him. To them. I just want to go back home.”

I throw at him. His mouth opened slightly, and he closed them back, amused as his hazel eyes glowed. “Well, I think that's a bad start for us,” He spoke, moving even closer to me while I took a step back. “Us?” I asked, confused about what he meant by 'us'. “Hailey, I want you back,” He disclosed, and I flapped my eyelashes at him, hoping I heard him wrong. “Me? Back?” I asked. “Well, I'm back… This is me here,” I said while his lips curled bemusedly.

Same one that used to drive me crazy. Still drives me crazy, apparently. "If I'd said no to your deal," he asks quietly, "if I'd chosen prison over this... would you have been satisfied? Would it have been enough?" "No." The admission surprises us both. "I don't think anything would be enough. Because what I really want—what I've always wanted—is to go back. To undo it. To have that night back when we were just two people falling in love and nothing else mattered." "We can't go back."

His hands moving all over my fragile body, his next sentence made my head to grow even more blanker than before. "Do you think that I'll let you go so easily, hmm?" His voice mumbled in my ear. "No!, cause seeing you again, all that racing in my head is just four simple words: I WANT YOU BACK". His words leaving his lips, yet again and no matter how I try to lie to myself, I couldn't lie to my heart and couldn't deny the fact that yet again, He TOOK ME COMPLETELY AWAY WITH HIS WORDS AND LET ME WITH NOTHING BUT POOL OF AWFUL DESIRES.

So I said nothing. He grabbed my naked shoulders, fingers digging into me. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" "I want to go back to The Castle!" I blurted out the first thing I thought of. But as soon as I said it, it made sense. I wanted to go back to his room, to the feeling of being totally ravaged and humiliated, but then reclaimed by him, marked by him. I wanted to sleep with him all night, spooned in his arms. And then I wanted to go back and repeat that entire day, all the humiliation, all of the abuse, and all of the connection after. I wanted him to tell me I was glorious, that I was a good slave, that I was HIS.

He lost the gold and didn't get the diamond either. Her absence made his heart grow fonder. It made him value her, their times together, and the little moments of happiness they shared before Jessica arrived. Simon wanted to do everything to get Ellodie back, plead for forgiveness, and start over to no avail. She disappeared into thin air and off the radar. And now she was back. Not as his wife but as his business partner. Simon's jaw grinds at the sight of the two of them smiling at something he doesn't catch. When her husband touches her arm, Simon decides it is time to leave.