Im Jealous Im Over Jealous Novels & Stories

"It's always me who's jealous. Me, who's angry and frustrated. Me, who feels so complicated. Why is it only me?" "Open up so that we talk properly." I sighed and stood up before unlocking my door. He walked in and closed it before meeting my eyes. I nervously dropped my gaze. "I feel like a kid. You're so mature and collected while I'm a mess." "You're not a mess. Sometimes I feel that you're more collected than me." I scoffed. "That's a lie." "It isn't and it's not only you who feels that way," he said. "I also feel jealous, frustrated and possessive over you."

I could feel the tension tightening every muscle in my body, my pulse pounding with something that felt far too much like jealousy. What the fuck? Jealousy? I don’t get jealous. Heck, I don’t even do feelings like this. But watching them together made my blood burn in a way I couldn’t control. I knew it was stupid. She wasn’t mine. But try telling that to the part of me that wanted to march over there and tear Allister’s smug face in two. For a moment, I stayed frozen, watching them. Trying to talk myself down. Breathe. Be rational. Logical. Diplomatic.

I think jealousy was killing me deep inside, especially when I noticed she was enjoying herself with him. What a f**ck*ng shit! My blood boils through my veins, like I wanted to punch that guy so hard. Being jealous is my damn weakness and I have nothing to do about it. My mood was totally ruined so I pulled Bridgette closer to me and kissed her. I kissed her out of annoyance. I became very impulsive without realizing what would be the possible consequence of my action. All I know is that I'm f*ck*ng jealous of Jeyah and that f*ck*ng guy!

I hiss, shoving at his chest. His laugh is dark, sinful. “Jealous? Sugar, I’m beyond jealous. I’m insane for you. And when you act like this… it drives me fucking mad.” To Be Continued...

Making my stomach churn. "Jealous? Me? Jealous?" A little more and I'm going to throw up. Why the hell would he think that I'm jealous? There's no way that I'm effin jealous. That's just so absurd! And there's absolutely no reason for me to get jealous. I don't even feel anything about it. Liar. You got irritated. Whatever. I will have to roll my eyes, but this time, it's for my subconscious.

I threw my arms in the air in frustration, and he started to laugh. “You know that she meant nothing to me, right?” He looked a little worried for a moment and I nodded. “You shoved her away.” I sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve never been jealous, and I don’t want to be jealous now. I just can’t get her out of my mind, and it’s driving me insane.” I growled, climbing off his lap and he smiled and pulled me right back.

“Are you jealous?” He scoffed. “Please. I’m just territorial.” “Same difference.” “Difference is,” he whispered, pressing the side of his cheek against mine as he helped me aim, “jealousy is when you wish you had something. I already do.” My stomach did a whole damn somersault. I hated how smug that made him look. He stepped back slightly, arms crossing. “Alright, let’s see you try. No pressure, just aim at that paper silhouette over there.

I declare, rolling my eyes. “ You look cute when jealous and hot when possessive.” Mason declares, making my cheeks heat up. I can't believe I threw a tantrum out of jealousy. If it was in the past,I would have laughed it off and moved on like nothing ever happened. But now,the Idea of some other woman eyeing mason makes me want to rip their necks off. “ It's crazy.” I mumble with a giggle. “ What's crazy?”

“Fuck. Don’t stop!” “So you want my dick so bad, huh?” “Yes! Why do you think I’m jealous? I can’t think of your dick in another woman, asshole. Call me possessive, but it drives me crazy!” I grinned like a lunatic as I pulled out and sunk it in. I couldn’t give her an answer because it felt like too much. I couldn’t think of someone’s dick plowing her sweet tight pussy but mine. My emotion was overwhelming my head. Dani was jealous, and she cared about me. That was enough for me to get mushy.

He likes seeing me in misery. "Slow down, you will fall," he said from behind, but I didn't stop. I didn't care if any stupid paparazzi would click our pictures in distress. "What is wrong with you?" Everything is wrong with me. Feeling jealous is what is wrong with me. Wanting him only for me is what is wrong with me.