I Wanna Make You Feel Wanted Novels & Stories

"So what if he doesn't love me enough? Love grows over time! He'll love me eventually!" Reality had finally slapped me in the face, so that I couldn't lie to myself anymore. On the way to get Milo, I stopped at a lawyer's office. I explained exactly what I wanted. Once everything was arranged, I brought Milo home. The moment I walked in, Natalie posted another update on Facebook. [Guess who got spoiled again? He made it up to me with another little cake!] She stood by the ocean in a slip dress, holding the cake and smiling at the camera. Josh's coat was draped over her shoulders.

“Baby?” “I wanna come. I want you to make me feel good.”

"Take it and stop. There's no need to make this uglier than it already is. What do you gain by pushing me into a corner like this?" I pushed the card back toward him. "You made me take the fall. You ruined my reputation and left me drowning in mortgage payments with no way to keep up. My husband needed money to stay alive, and you wouldn't give me a cent. So don't blame me for what I do next. "I'm only doing this so I can survive. "Paul, I gave you seven years. That's not something you buy back with 100 grand. I want two million. Not a dollar less."

“Give her whatever she wants. Fuck her when she needs to be fucked. Women don’t want much. You just… satisfy her. Keep her happy.” I raised an eyebrow at her. “I tried that, okay?” My voice was flat, but my jaw tightened. I really, truly had. I had bent over backwards, bent over forwards, hell, I had bent in ways I didn’t think were physically possible, all to make her feel wanted, safe, entertained. And she’d vanished anyway.

Wanted me. "I've wanted this, wanted you," he breathed against my neck, his lips trailing fire along my skin. "God, Sera, I want you so damn much!" He confessed into my skin. His hands found the zipper of my dress, sliding it down slowly while his mouth worked at the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. The fabric pooled at my feet, and I should have felt exposed, vulnerable, but instead I felt safe. Desired. Loved. Because it was him.

“Have a moment with me. One evening. You pick the place.” I swallowed once before continuing. “After that, I'll sign the papers and I'll leave quietly.” His fork stopped halfway to his mouth. The silence after that felt different. Then his fork touched the plate with a quiet clink, and he leaned back in his chair, watching me carefully now. “ Is that all you want?” he asked. “Yes.” I replied. “You don't want anything else?” “No.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Then what do you even get out of this?”

JUST LOOK AT WHAT YOU DO TO ME, LOOK AT HOW HARD I AM FOR YOU BEING WITHOUT YOU FEELS LIKE DEATH TO ME, AFTER LAST NIGHT YOU'RE STILL SO TIGHT DAMN MY SWEET I WANT MORE OF YOU GIVE ME ALL OF YOU THALIA I STARTED TO SOB🥺🥺 I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP HIM

WANNA CRY! ( Don't forget to send gems😊)

But his voice stopped my in my tracks, as it always seemed to do. "I know you don't want me, Ally, and I don't know what to do about it." He was defeated, a feeling so foreign to the powerful CEO. "Make me," I replied before my brain could process what was coming out of my mouth. "What?" He hesitantly met my gaze, seemingly just as confused as I was. "Make me want you, Tyler," I continued. "Make me need you."