It's In My Possession Novels & Stories

Ophelia Thinking back there isn’t anything at the apartment that I can’t replace easily. I have never kept a lot of things because I always know that my sister will either steal them or ruin them for spite. I brought my phone, a few clothes, and my laptop with me to the hotel. I think that I can skip going back for anything. I have always carried my laptop with me because I know what will happen if she gets her hands on it, and I can’t let that happen. I think that the rest of this weekend will be me relaxing and getting my affairs in order so that I can make a clean break.

𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 why😑😑. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

“I have to come home as late as possible tonight. I don’t want to see that face and how awkward the whole scene would be.” She sank softly onto the French bed, the delicate linens and plush mattress giving way beneath her like a gentle embrace, as if the bed itself was welcoming her. Holding her phone in her right hand, resting it against her left arm, she tried to text the doctor. “I need the hospital bank details.”

-I know, but I can't risk them taking you from me. -You're crazy, I yell at him. -I helped you because that's what I would have done for anyone. I'm not yours. -You are mine, and you will stay here. Because that's what I want,he yells at me angrily.

Our situation was so uncomfortable that I almost couldn't breathe. "What are you doing?" I said, my jaws clenched. "Holding what's mine, isn't it obvious?" "I've already told you a million times that I'm not yours," I insisted. He is my mate. But I am not his possession and will never be as long as he hasn't claimed me. "Whatever you believe, Aria."

Who won’t take shit and can defend herself. “I call dibs.” I roll my eyes at him and give him a look. He just shrugs his shoulders like it’s no big deal. Well, the joke is on him. If anyone is calling dibs, it is me. I saw her first. Yes, I am a possessive bastard when it comes to what is mine, and I don’t fucking share what is mine. Any other woman, yeah, sure. But this little tiger is mine and mine alone. “We shall see, brother.” I say, standing and rolling my sleeves as I move towards the door of the office and make my way into the corridor. The base vibrates through the floor as I walk with the purpose of finding my little tiger.

A little souvenir from me to that cheating bastard. ‎ His eyes cracked open instantly, and I backed away, hiding my phone, but he'd already seen me. “Did you just take a picture of me?” He quickly sat up. ‎ “Of us,” I corrected, flashing him the screen before pulling it away lest he snatched it out of my hand. “Don’t worry, it’s flattering.” ‎ His tone sharpened. “Delete it now; that's an invasion of privacy.” ‎ ‎ I arched a brow. “Bossy, aren’t you? Relax. It’s not like I’m going to plaster it on a billboard.” I tucked it into my purse. "Or are you a wanted criminal?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"It details my history, interests, professional skills, career path, earnings, and financial holdings. Please, feel free to go through it at your own time. "To be perfectly frank, my objective for this meeting is marriage. My social circle doesn't have many women, which allows me to promise absolute fidelity. Once we wed, I intend to uphold every commitment I make today, and that includes a non-compensatory transfer of all my individual assets to your name. "I have no intention of imposing any burden upon my partner, so she will enjoy total freedom as long as our marriage remains intact. If you are alright with these terms, it is my sincere hope that my proposal..."

Now that's the weirdest. Why didn't I bring my sweaters along? Now, I'm totally freezing. The meeting was already ongoing, and I was supposed to be taking down the minutes, but, there I was, shivering. My hand was shaking uncontrollably whenever I held the pen. It was like fighting a very tough battle with myself, and this crazy urge to sneeze wasn't even helping. I kept trying to control it, I literally touched my nose a thousand times. Why in god's name was it not working?

He asked me "Tristan it's nothing okay, give it back" I told him trying to take my phone but I couldn't, it's times like this I wish I was as tall as Elaine, she could easily take this phone if she wanted to. "I'm not giving it back until you talk, what's wrong with you"? He pressed and I just sat back with a sigh. "Fine, I'm not really okay" I told him playing with my fingers "it's Ethan" I whispered out and he just raised his brows at me.