How To Make An Ex Jealous Novels & Stories

"Make him jealous. Flirt with someone else, talk about an ex, whatever. See if he cares." "He won't care," I said. "This is a business arrangement. Why would he be jealous?" "Then it should be easy to complete the task," Chloe pointed out. "No risk, right?" I didn't like how logical that sounded. "Third is fear," Arabella continued. "Do something that would make him afraid for you or afraid of something. We want to see if he's capable of worry." "Fourth is surprise," Zoe said. "Catch him off guard. Do something completely unexpected. See if you can actually shock him."

He might pretend to have none, but he did. The plan was simple: 1. Make him feel remorse by acting pitiful. 2. Crawl deeper into his heart. 3. Turn my coquetry towards other men to elicit his possessive jealousy if necessary. (Optional) 4. Try my best to never react to his touch. 5. Show him love and care no matter what.

“Is that what this is about? I did all those things to make your ex jealous.” “To make him know what he had lost— a beautiful, outgoing and smart woman.” “Really? How about calling me pet names like mon cherie, before you even knew I had an ex? Did you think that was okay?!” I suddenly yelled, not knowing what came over me. Seemed like a sudden emotion outburst was fueled by my desire to keep it in. But I couldn’t… That was not me, this wasn’t me, Chloe. “I like you, Jackson.”

Then why are you in this hallway? "I will go to the press," I said. "Every outlet in this city. I will tell them you are mentally unstable. That V. Intl was built on fabricated filings and a personal grudge. I will have your accounts investigated and I will bury you in litigation for so long that you will not be able to sign a napkin without my lawyers looking at it first." "I will ruin you," I said. My voice dropped. "Like I should have done years ago. I will make sure there is absolutely nothing left this time."

she added, “after the second 'date she made air quotes around the word, “the pictures will be sent to Christa.” “Christa?” He was surprised, “I wondered what you wanted them for, but sending them to Christa? Really? Why?” “Oh for the simple joy of provoking her, of course.” She smiled widely, “Picture this, she’s at the Renfry estate, acting like the mistress of the house, then she receives an envelope. She opens the envelope and in it are pictures of the father of her baby with his ex-wife. Her mind begins to shatter, “Why are they together?” “Is Marybeth coming back?” These would be the questions that would go through her mind, some of them anyway.” She shrugged, “I want to make Christa un

He grinned, nodding. "Ahh... so you only wanted me to feel jealous." I repeat, nodding. "What if I told you I felt jealous at that time and I wanted to peel your ex-girlfriend, do you think I would make you happy?" He chuckled, including all the guests watching our conversation. "Yup... very happy. At least now I know how much you love me and you're ready to kill my ex-girlfriend just to keep me." He winked which caused me to roll my eyes.

Monica sat up slowly, pulling her shirt back down—my shirt—her movements deliberate, her expression unreadable in the dim light. I didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. My hands were shaking. I scrubbed one over my face, my skin still burning, my cock already half-hard again just from the memory of being inside her. “What are you doing?” The words came out rough, accusatory, like she was the one who had just fucked me raw while thinking of another woman. Worst….My ex-wife. She smirked. The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop. “Reminding you of what you threw away.”

"How can you explain what I saw then? Your laugh? Being sweet to Jelai?" She pulled her head back when Sawyer planted a kiss on her lips. She blushed quickly. And he started telling her everything, starting with their planning. -FLASHBACK- "How? Do you have a plan?” Sawyer asked suddenly. "Of course. Come closer, I discussed it with you. It's a little hard for you, but I know it's all worth it." Jelai gave him a sly smile that made him nodded. He came even closer to her. "But Sawyer, I don't want it to go all the way to the fiesta, okay? My boyfriend is coming here and I don't want him to catch my craziness. So this is my plan. We need to make Phoebe jealous. We pretend to be sweet to each o

“We’re literally dating.” “Fake dating,” Iris corrected, finally straightening and still grinning. “It’s the same fucking thing.” “It’s definitely not the same thing.” She crossed her arms and fixed me with a look that was suddenly much more serious beneath the amusement. “But instead of sitting in here sulking like a kicked puppy, how about we make him feel the same way?” I frowned, the anger and the hurt still sitting too close to the surface. “How?” A slow, dangerous smile spread across her face. The same smile she got right before she suggested something reckless and usually effective. “We’ll make him jealous.”

So, I went that far. I will have to make everything right. "Dear, I know this is hard for you. You really love Darius and I can see that." I sighed and caress her cheeks gently. "What about you making him jealous." She looked at me confused. "How will I do that?"