HIS POSSESSIVE WAYS (TAGLISH)

Lia’s POV

Love was not meant to be pure, especially not ours.

I love him, I finally admitted it to myself. I miss him. He is everything I think about, day and night. Yeah… call me silly. The day he tried to talk about love about how he felt for me I shut him up. He was about to confess, and I talked over him like it meant nothing.

But it meant everything, I have always loved Mike. Even when we became best friends. He was not a fre man, he had a freaking girlfriend. Girls, girls… I had to distance myself from him for a while.

But he was just… perfect. The definition of everything. He gifts me, showers me with money, takes me out… does everything.

And that’s the problem.

Because one night, I woke up with a disturbing thought.

What if I just borrow him for a day?

What if I just explore my desire with him?

What if I let him have me… just for one day?

What if… I finally feel fulfilled?

Those thoughts wouldn’t stop running through my head.

I sighed.

“Lia!!!” Mable yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What are you thinking about, lovie?” she asked.

I was about to speak when she cut me off.

“Nah, don’t tell me it’s about Mike again?” she said, raising a brow.

“Yeah, I’m—”

My phone buzzed.

His text, a smile spread across my lips instantly.

“Do you know he has a girlfriend?” she reminded me. 

“Girl, for your peace of mind, ignore that boy!” she said, stuffing clothes into her traveling box.

“I’ll take my leave. Susan will be coming over and don’t let her influence you,” she added cautiously before walking out.

“Bye, lovie! Make sure you enjoy well with your man!” I shouted after her, my voice echoing through the hallway.

I sighed again, ny phone buzzed once more.

Opening the message, I saw he had sent a one-view picture. I clicked it, a credit alert picture.

I groaned, dropping my phone on the bed.

“Come on, Mike… why do you always have to do this?” I texted.

He makes it so hard to let go of him, or maybe… he doesn’t want to let go either.

I dragged myself into the bathroom, deciding to shower before Susan arrived.

After my bath, I stepped back into my room, naked. My reflection caught my eyes in the mirror.

I smirked slightly.

I was a whole damn package, full breasts, soft curves, smooth skin, no marks. Everything clean. Face card? Perfect. No man would resist me.

I sat on my bed, checking his reply.

My breath hitched slightly as my fingers brushed against my clitoris unconsciously.

“You’re my love, that’s why,” he had texted.

I exhaled sharply.

“Holy shit…” I muttered.

His words… his flirting… everything about him got to me. The urge to have him was overwhelming. But for two whole years, I had pretended I didn’t want him, I pretended.

Even his texts alone could make my body react.

I bit my lip, my thoughts spiraling, my body betraying me, rubbing hard on my clitoris.

"Fuck you, mike..." I whispered, moaning out loud after squirting.

I stood up, heading to clean myself up properly before slipping into a sexy gown.

Just then, the door burst open.

Of course, Susan. “Hey, bitchyyy!” she grinned. “Did you miss me?”

I rolled my eyes but smiled, pulling her into a hug.

“Obviously, yes, I missed you.”

She pulled away, scrunching her nose.

“Oh girl, please… something smells weird,” she said, walking toward my bed.

My eyes widened instantly. Oh no!!! 

I rushed forward, dragging the bedsheet away quickly.

“You… fucked yourself again?” she asked, raising a brow.

“Nope. We are not having that conversation,” I said quickly, grabbing the sheet and heading out to toss it into the washing machine.

When I came back, my phone buzzed again.

Another message from Mike.

I sighed deeply.

No. Not today. I wasn’t going to let him get into my head today.

I ignored it.

Turning, I saw Susan pulling off her dress, and that’s when I noticed it, a hickey on her neck.

I stared.

“Do you know I really crave that?” I admitted quietly.

“Then what’s stopping you?” she shot back instantly.

“Girl, you’re fine. You can literally get whatever you want, with your body alone,” she teased, playfully tapping my chest. “No man would ever reject your hot body. We only live once.”

I hesitated. “But the person I love… he has a girlfriend,” I said, guilt heavy in my voice.

She scoffed. “Bitch, who told you he’s going to marry her?” she said with a chuckle.

“If I were you, I’d sleep with the guy that’s been driving me crazy like my life depends on it.”

“But… I’ll feel guilty,” I whispered.

“Girl, do you. You want his love, right? Then have him, and let him go after. Mike knows exactly what he’s doing. No guy does all that for ‘just friendship.’ He’s a professional cheat.” she said and I swallowed hard.

“Love isn’t always pure. Not ours,” she added with a smirk. “Me? I mess around, but I still love my man. So do whatever makes you happy.”

She paused, then grinned.

“Your nipples are literally standing, girl.”

I rolled my eyes, but a smile slipped through.

“Come on… what if Mike dies tomorrow?” she added.

“No! He won’t!” I cut in immediately, almost angrily.

“Then do him now—before you regret it,” she said.

Her words sank in. “I’m very sure Maya told you to leave him alone,” she continued. “But you know how she is. Meanwhile, she has a man. And guess what? That man was someone else’s before her.”

I nodded slowly.

“So do you. His girlfriend is not his wife.”

Silence fell between us.

My heart raced.

What if I never get the chance again?

What if I regret it forever?

Finally, I spoke.

“I will do what makes me happy,” I said firmly.

Then louder “I will fuck Mike and I will make him mine tonight!”

“That’s the spirit, girl! Do youuuu!” she cheered.

I grabbed my phone, opening Mike’s messages. I scrolled through quickly until I saw a voice note.

“I never sent a voice note…” I whispered.

Susan snatched the phone and pressed play.

My breath stopped.

“Fuck you Mike” mown moan, the audio ended.

My heart dropped to my stomach.

“Oh my God…” Susan gasped.

“He texted too,” she added, I screamed, covering my face.

I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

That was beyond embarrassing, It was the end of me.