Chased By My Possessive Ex Novels & Stories

My voice turned harsh, accusing. “But no, you’re under my skin. You’re my whore. You fucked yourself into me as sure as I fucked myself into you, you amazing, delectable little slut. You didn’t even know it. I didn’t even know it until it was too late. And I am far, far too selfish. Too territorial with what I truly want. You, I will not share; not give away to anyone. I’m keeping you. You’re mine.” I punctuated my possessiveness with harder and harder jabs.

The only way he could have known was if he went to check on me in that room the moment I left and then he followed me all the way here. Instead of replying to me, he moves towards me, grabbing my waist as it hits his lower body. "You are mine, remember? You have a job, remember?" Placing my hand on his chest, I try to move out but his hold on my waist becomes stronger. With gritted teeth, I snap. "You don't own me!" "Of course I do", he replies sharply, as though he was expecting that. The possessive is alluring and annoying at the same time and I feel foolish for feeling this way.

Baffled by their peculiar behavior, Zee furrowed her brows. "What's going on with you two?" she asked, searching for an explanation. But, rather than responding, the duo hurried over, their grins suggesting a shared secret. They took Zee's hands, and led her to the sofa, ensuring that she was comfortable. Zee studied their faces, puzzled by their odd behavior. "Your dream car brought you home today! That's an excellent sign," Mia declared, and it dawned on Zee. Her furrowed brow transformed into a secret smile.

Our actions could potentially harm our mate, which I wanted to avoid. “I don’t care who the fuck he is,” Chase snarled at me, his voice low and dangerous. He was becoming more possessive than I was, a situation that was starting to bother me. “I don’t want him touching what’s mine, Cam. If it’s not you, then I refuse to share her with anyone else, not even a friend!.”

"So understand mine." Adrian's expression changed almost imperceptibly. Chase was never used to speaking to him like this, not when he had used him to intimidate rivals, manipulate his university life, or turn every achievement into another expectation. But something inside Chase had finally snapped. "You don't own me." Adrian went still. For the first time that evening, something resembling amusement touched his mouth. "You believe that?" "I know that."

I glanced at the paper continuously and figured it was the same initials for the person who sent Priscilla those flowers yesterday. “You may not remember me but I remember you a lot, my dear friend. We had special memories, not so fondly of course but you were a part of my life. However, you stole something from me that would most likely put you in trouble with me. The mother of your kids, Priscilla was mine first before you came and swooped in like an eagle. She's mine, now and I'll make sure to keep her out of your reach. Thanks for pushing her away. Yours dearly, J.T.”

Tristin “ Are you really going to give that old wench those shares? ” Mom huffs as she paces the corridor. I grit my jaw and keep my gaze down. If I look up and see her fretting over fucking shares instead of my wife, I know I will say or do something I might regret later. “ Find a way, Tristin. You have to find a way around it. Those Calders can not become a part of our— ”

Then the line went dead. Chelsea leaned back, staring out at the passing city lights. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. Her own goal was simple. If Sephora as much as posed as an obstacle, she would eliminate her. And she might have just uncovered the perfect weapon to do it.

“It doesn't change anything, does it? My feelings for you haven't changed either, have they?” It certainly has. He doesn't look at me the way he used to. He doesn't talk to me with that possessive tone, like he owns me. He doesn't bicker with me over everything and nothing. He doesn't take off his shirt intentionally just to get me mad and gittering with nervousness. I wish I can tell him all of this, but I know he will feel bad. This is not his fault. “Is there something I used to do that I don't anymore? Is that what is missing? Why don't you just tell me so I can…”

At that time, we were young, enthusiastic, and happy. "This is the place I can never change." A deep voice erupted into the air, causing my head to snap at the intruder. "I feel like I’ll be really losing if I throw our stuff out of here."