How To Make Your Girlfriend Jealous Novels & Stories

"Jealousy can add just that right amount of spice. Maybe... you should try flirting with other men in front of your husband. Show him he has competition." "Oh, no, I can't do that," I gasped and took another deep drink of my wine. It was so good. And that warmth just... evened things out. "Sure you can," said Ashley. "Look, why don't you practice on my husband." "What?" I gasped. "Oh, I mean..." "Just use your feminine wiles on him," purred Ashley. "Act a little coy. Smile. Flutter eyes. Compliment him. Maybe touch his muscular arm."

Hard. "Ah!" She cried out, the sound mixing pleasure and pain in a way that made my cock throb. I pinched harder, rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers. Not quite enough to truly hurt, but enough to make her squirm, to make her gasp, to make tears leak from the corners of her eyes even as arousal flooded through her. "Tell me, bella." I twisted her nipples slightly, watching her face contort. "Are you a jealous lover?" "Yes!" The admission burst from her lips. "Yes, I'm jealous! I can't stand the thought of you with anyone else!"

“I mean… now everyone thinks we’re a couple. Won’t it cause an even bigger mess if we suddenly announce a breakup?” “That’s likely, I’d probably get labeled the heartless jerk who dumped you.” "What? No!" My mind spun in mild panic. Was I supposed to keep this up forever? There was no way I could pretend to be Aaron’s girlfriend indefinitely. “You know, people like you, the ones from big, powerful families,” I muttered from my spot on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. “Isn’t it standard practice for your family to have an arranged match lined up for you? Are you really okay pretending to have a fake girlfriend for this long?”

I nodded, not quite convinced but I desperately want Jamie Donor. “Be my fake girlfriend in 2 weeks and have him begging at your feet” I sighed, already not convinced that his suggestion sounded more selfish than what I wanted. “If you want a guy, make him jealous and show him what he is missing. You don't have to desperately throw yourself at him, make him chase after you” I thought for a moment, this could be a win win for me but then how sure I am it will work. He might have other hidden agenda. Moreover I don't even like him, I don't have anything to lose.

The way he treated her was like she was another pick-up from the street. It made her angry. Hurt. Confused. And Maya, being Maya, had decided to take action. “You know what honey, how to get a man's attention is to make his ass get jealous. Here… Operation Make Dominic Jealous,” Maya had said proudly, grabbing her pink notebook. “You need a plan. Something to remind him what he’s missing. That you're not his officially… let him come crawling. Except his cock being big would let your guards down… Don't you dare.”

I looked down. "I just wanted to tell you that I am with you no matter what. I have considered you as a friend and I am ready to help you in any case, even if you want to make brother jealous." "Jealous?" I looked up at him. "Yes," he nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "If he could bring his lover home, then the least you could do is make him jealous. And the best way to do that is by getting close to another man. It might make him realize his true feelings for you."

“You cannot let yourself be distracted. Not now.” “I’m not distracted,” I said quickly. “I just… I don’t like fucking… other people…” She let out a slow sigh, leaning back. “You don’t have to sleep with anyone. You just have to make him jealous. Push his buttons. Make him mad, get a reaction.” I frowned. “And how am I supposed to do that?” She smiled. And it wasn’t a friendly smile. It was the kind that made me wary, that made me wonder exactly what she was planning. “We get married,” she said simply.

Surely, if Cassie knew what her lovely boyfriend did behind her back, she would come crawling back. "This weekend," I answered, making up my mind. Lisa smiled knowingly at me. "My work here is done. I'll be staying at your unnecessarily large house until then." She got up to leave, but turned back at the last moment with a smile on her face. "First, we have to make her jealous." "What?" "If she's jealous, that will automatically make you look hotter," she explained, like that was somehow supposed me to make me understand. "I know just the thing."

And it reminds me of the other man the one paid to protect me, the one who looks at me like a fire that must be extinguished at all costs. Liam is somewhere in the house. Or just outside it. Watching. Observing. Avoiding. An idea forms inside me, clear and cruel. How do you make a man jealous when he pretends not to care about you? You stop caring about him. You show him just how vast and brilliant your world is and how small a silent, replaceable cog he really is in it. You become, right before his eyes, exactly what he thinks you are: a spoiled girl, carefree and absorbed in trivial things.

“We need to find out if the gigolo boss wants to be with you too. It’s a very simple thing.” “What is that?” “Step 1, you have to make him jealous!”