I Will Make You Mine Novels & Stories

“Wait and see how I will make you regret it. Wait and see how I make you mine.” The real game is just beginning.

Finally she is mine. **********************

she sucked her teeth repeatedly, and picked her bag. "I'll give you two days to make up your mind, and I hope you make the right decision this time."

He said, laughing, "You hired an escort." I took a defensive stance, saying, "Not an escort, just some dude off Craigslist." He continued to chuckle. I replied, "It's a long story, and none of your business." I removed the chicken from the oven with the oven mitts on and left it to cool on the counter while I came up with a plan. The request for a meeting with a man who doesn't exist will be made by my mother and sister in a few minutes. Can I possibly revoke?

“Please. What did you do—promise her your private island? Or unleash the legendary Harrington charm? Oh wait—you don’t have any.” Adrian’s glare was sharp enough to cut glass. “It’s a mutually beneficial agreement.” “Sure,” Marcus drawled. “Totally business. Not personal at all.” He raised his glass in mock salute. “To fake love stories.” Adrian didn’t rise to the bait. But Marcus’s next words landed harder. “Don’t break her.” Adrian’s hand tightened around his glass, a silent admission he wouldn’t say aloud. Back at the apartment, Maya had already taken over “training” me. She queued influencer videos on “How to Survive Rich People Spaces” and scribbled a checklist in neon marker:

I tapped my feet on the floor, that was what I usually do wherever I found myself in a tight spot. “That's insane.” “But it doesn't provide an answer. Are we celebrating or not?” I huffed and got up and approached him and poked a finger into his broad and muscular chest. “I don't give a damn about anyone. If you want to celebrate, then fine. I'm up for it, after all I have been dying to get out of this house.” I told him, gesturing to the small apartment we both share.

I smiled as my finger traced her face, “I thought that was exactly what you was…” “Very funny! My point being is that life is what you make it. If you want to be that rich guy that has parties and doesn’t study, then that is your choice. If you want to be the rich guy that cleans his apartment and doesn't spend time with anyone. Then again, that’s your choice…” “And if I want to be that rich guy that kisses you. Then what?” She purred as she drew closer to me like a magnet. “Then, you're welcome.”