A bastard

I should have known mere words wouldn't keep them at bay. They spent the last 30 minutes trying to get me to agree with them, but I wasn't ready to do that. How could they expect me to leave with them with no tangible reason? It made little sense to me, but it seemed to make a lot of sense to them, and that pissed me off more than anything else.

I know they were only showing just how much they missed me and all that, but I couldn't help the feeling I got just from the thought. I doubt they would let me work peacefully, thinking I was someone they could control, to do whatever they wanted.

The fuck, I would be that woman. I started this business to show them how much I could do without their aid. Going to them would make all the things I'd tried to work my arse for seem useless.

I would be like a dog, who always ran back to her master, wagging my tail whenever they called. It would only make them try to exert their authority on me every damned chance they got.

“Please, darling.” Mi