Novel & Cerita Chased By My Possessive Ex

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.”

You are mine. Alessia’s eyes flashed with irritation, and she sneered in response. ‘Your possessiveness is ridiculous, Mr Wilde. You turned me down for an ad sponsorship, you shot down my interview request, and now you show up uninvited and declare that you own me? Maybe you should get your head checked by a shrink, because you’re delusional.’ ‘You are going to be mine, Alessia, sooner or later. It’s only right that I watch over what’s mine.’

“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.

His words, hard and unmistakable, resonated with a chilling familiarity, an echo from a past I really wanted to escape. In an instant, I froze, ice curling in my gut as ghostly memories slithered back into focus. I remembered the words of a different man, from a different time, in a scene that had tried to claim me in an equally possessive way. This was a well-known script, the possessive declaration of someone I’d fought tooth and nail to be free of.

“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?”

Her chest moved fast with rage, her face tight, her jaw locked. I gave a light chuckle. “Ah yes, you were saying something about me forgetting who you really are.” Leaning forward again, I let my smile turn wicked. “Well, let me remind you,” I whispered. “You’re a nobody. A woman who couldn’t build a life of her own, so you tried to steal mine. You’re a dog without teeth, barking loud but biting nothing. A bitter failure who ruined everything she touched—including herself.” Her eyes glistened with tears, and her whole body began to shake with fury.

"First, because you asked, and second because it's yours. Everything I have belongs to you." Fuck, the creep is possessive too. Am so doomed.

Melanie hits the nail on the head and Caleb’s words get stuck in his throat “There is no need to lie to me that I am the first when your experience in the bedroom matters says otherwise, so just wear your big boy pants and suck it up,” Melanie tells Caleb and that amazes him, but she is right, she is not the first girl that he has slept with and he never feels this sort of possessiveness and eagerness to give their relationship a title, so what changed?

{"Never will you ever go close to what's mine. You don't know, but I'm a possessive man when it comes to my things" ~~~ Sophia clawed at Chase's arm as he walked into his room, and he let go of her wrist finally. "I-oww!" She yelped when he took her off guard by forcefully grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him, her forehead colliding with his strong chest. Sophia raised up her other hand to rub the spot but her palm didn't reach there because Chase gripped her other arm too and she looked up at him. “You are mine,” He growled, staring down at her. “You don't hide away from who owns you, Gattina. You don't do that”