Chased By My Possessive Ex นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine!. Whatever is mine, is mine alone and I don't share!And lately I felt ridiculous over possessive over Alessandra and I don't know, why? I tried to shake it off that feeling, but it comes out naturally and unconsciously I am behaving it that way.

I told him, grabbing my backpack off the hook I’d put on the back of the door and unzipping it, so I could tuck my laptop inside. “Your wolf probably won’t let you go without me,” he said, rubbing his arm a bit. “You can try it, but you’ll feel her try to shift and take over. My friends didn’t give you all of the details, but, now that my wolf’s done hunting you, yours is hunting me. It’s called The Chase.” My eyebrows shot upward. “The what?”

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.

Ace said in a threatening yet soft tone which made her remember the old days. "I think you have forgotten. So, let me remind you it again. Always remember this baby girl, you are mine. Mine to touch. Mine to love. And I will not let any other touch what only belongs to me. I won't mind to burn them alive. Trust me, baby girl, I am very possessive when it comes to my things. And you are my woman. The mother of my babies then imagine how much possessive I am about you? The moment my eyes had fallen on you, from the moment you were mine. And I do not share what is mine. When I can not bear any cheap around you, and that bastard dares to propose to you in front of me then imaging what can I do w

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.

Why I am behaving like. I am possessive toward her.

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!.”

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.