Ginny And Georgia Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Beside her, George's profile appeared—his fingers tracing the beauty mark at the corner of her eye, his expression steeped in intoxicated pleasure. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. So, the moment George threw me out… they couldn't wait to— My heart split into a thousand jagged pieces. Lifting my head, I met Jordan's gaze. "Jordan, do you want to sleep with me?" He froze, stunned. I didn't give him time to react. Grabbing his hand, I dragged him toward the nearest hotel. In the elevator, he finally found his voice. "Catelyn, you don't have to do this—"

“With you, she sees competition. A threat to whatever fantasy she’s built up in her head about us ending up together.” Georgia laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “That’s insane. You’ve never shown any interest in her.” “Obsession doesn’t require reciprocation. It just requires a target.” The waiter appears to take our order, giving us both a moment to collect our thoughts. Once he’s gone, Georgia leans forward. “There’s something else. Something I haven’t told you yet.” “What?”

"You can feel free to come over whenever you want. This is the most lively my house has been in a long time. I think I like it." I suddenly felt a little shy. "Oh, um, thanks." "Don't tell Solene I told you that though," Georgia added. "Why not?" A forlornly look came to Georgia's eyes. "I'd never hear the end of it." A ringing noise met my ears and Georgia's hand shot to her pocket. After looking at the screen she grinned triumphantly. "It's my mom." My heart skipped a beat. Her plan had worked that quickly? That was crazy! "Hi Mother," Georgia greeted as she swiped to answer the call. "Oh, you saw?" She gave me a thumb's up. "Yes, he's a guy I'm seeing. His name is Wilson."

My face flushed a deep red as I felt Grant's gaze on me, his eyes burning with intensity. "Will you stop, Georgiana?" Grant interrupted, his annoyance palpable. "It seems like you're trying to steal my wife away from me." Georgiana's smile turned warm and inviting. "Please, call me Georgia, you cold asshole. Maybe we can rekindle our friendship from there." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I sensed a deep history between them. Georgia seemed to read my mind, her eyes locking onto Grant's, urging him to introduce us properly. "Ehem," she prompted, her voice playful.