Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

My mind is already spinning, replaying the conversation and the phantom image of Angela with another man. Possession. That’s what this is. She’s mine. No one else has the right to her.

Jake, standing beside him, echoed the sentiment, his own eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "We’re ours, Lila. All of us. Forever. You are the center of our world, the very air we breathe. To think we would willingly leave you is an absurdity." The possessive “ours” hung in the air, a declaration of their unified intent. It wasn’t just a word; it was a brand, a mark of ownership that resonated deep within Lila’s soul. It was a promise of safety, of unwavering devotion, a fortress against the anxieties that gnawed at her. They were hers, and she was theirs, a trinity forged in desire and unbreakable loyalty.

Smiling I grabbed my container and walked into the living room watching him as he talked to Chloe. He looked up at me, “I’m still amazed every day by her.” I nodded, “she is pretty special. I think she gets that from her daddy. ” Lucas leaned down kissing her forehead, “I don’t know about that. I mean you did tame me. You found a way inside.” Taking a bite of my food I shook my head, “yeah you thought you owned me there for a bit.” Lucas laughed, “oh baby I still do you and Chloe are my most prized possessions.”

The sound coming from the music background seemed to fade away as I get closer to her direction and just when I was inches away from the stage, I intentionally grabbed her smooth long leg. I want this toy to play with me. As soon as my hands landed at her foreleg, the woman stepped backward and seductively made her way towards the backstage leaving me behind. What the fuck? Another woman emerged out from the other side of the room however; it was not the same as her. My hand turned into a fist. I want her bad; I will get what I want. “Where is your manager?” I shouted atop of my lungs.

He announced Possessive much? "So that I don't escape?" "With me, You wouldn't want to go anyway… moreover you have nowhere to go, darling.".

I try shoving it down. But I can’t. All I keep doing is imagining Chase with different beautiful women. Women like her. Women who probably don’t cry themselves to sleep over men. And now the feeling comes again. That awful, ugly, possessive feeling. I hate it. I want to forget it. I want to remind myself that I am me. Owned by me. Not by Chase. Since Chase touched me, I haven’t yearned for any touch but his. I don’t even want to feel my own hands on myself. That realization alone makes me angry.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

“That’s a promise.” His lips crash against mine in a kiss that’s so scorching hot and demanding it makes my head spin. My boobs smash against his chest as I cling to him tighter, our tongues thrashing together, teeth clanking. He kisses me like he’s putting his stamp on me- like he’s trying to possess me. Like he wants to own me. “You don’t own me, Chase,” I gasp against his lips, grinding down over the hard bulge in his jeans as my body seeks the friction it craves.

Mine! I stared at him confused, I saw the guy with him stare in shock at him and was looking at me weirdly. "You meant what you just said?" I heard the guy ask him again. "Excuse me, but I don't understand you, I am not a possession so you can't own me, man, please I am sorry for not watching my steps," I said moving away from him. Who the heck? Just see someone for the first time and just feel like owning the person.

“By the way, can I ask you a question, sir?” “Ask away.” “Are you going to stay here forever?” He asked. “Or will you shuffle between your place and here?” “What do you mean between my place and here? This is also my place of residence.” I retorted. “Or did you forget I paid to get a condo here?” “Sorry for the question, sir.” Silence ensued between us for a moment before I let out a mirthless chuckle. “I seem like a creep, don't I?”