Jealousy Got Me Strapped Novels & Stories

she reprimanded “Jealousy, yeah? Call it any fucking name you want!.." “And listen, she's not his wife. Sophia isn't his wife but a contracted wife. The romance, the make outs, everything they display when no one is there is annoying me. Romantic moves are only meant to be displayed when people are watching, not secretly!” I continued, feeling my anger increasing. It was as if all the jealousy I'd grown were increasing on their own and turning into hatred.. “Jessica, you're going insane!" Lena exclaimed.

“No, I don’t buy that. Something else is bothering you. Are you mad because I haven’t made that sweet pussy of yours come for a week?” Yes. “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course not,” I scoffed. So, he was ignoring me? He was probably fucking those strippers at the club. “Bullshit,” he snapped. “Leave me alone and go back to your wad of strippers. Why don’t you kidnap one of them?” I yelled, feeling flustered and turned on. What is wrong with me? I was as sick as he was. He reared back, and a big smile formed on his stupid handsome face. “Someone’s jealous.” He said it like he was proud.

A strange, foreign feeling. Jealousy.

Jealousy began consuming me, causing my stomach to knot and a scowl to form on my face. 'Ladies, please look away or face my wrath' I mind-linked to all the ladies and they immediately looked away. ' Apologies my lady, it won't happen again.' they answered back in unison and continued with what they were doing. Good, I threw my gym bag to the floor and headed straight for the weights where Damon was waiting on me... Yeah, he was the contender future Alpha in every sense of the word, his confidence and raw masculinity drew attention wherever he went. But the possessive instinct within me flared, reminding me that he was mine alone.

He didn't move. He just stood there, his thumb hooking into his belt loop, his gaze raking over me with a terrifying, dark intensity. "Leslie’s passed out in the booth," he said, his voice smooth and cold. "She’s a lightweight when she’s jealous." "She’s not jealous," I snapped, my voice trembling. "She’s your girlfriend. Now get out before someone walks in." Jasper’s smirk grew wider, showing a glint of perfectly white teeth. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his eyes pinning me against the wall even before his hands did.

like that to me. This is making me insecure. I am not good...I am bad and I admit it...but...I also have a heart. I can feel insecurity and jealously. But I can also hide it from everyone. Jealousy... Am I really jealous? Do I really fell for Farris? "I was looking for hook-ups?" I tried to sound normal. I felt how his hold tightened. I don't know why but I like his reaction. "Hook-ups? You didn't know that Millijay...I was your first..." he whispered and I felt how he trailed the peak of his nose on my neck.

Swift reflexes enabled me to prevent the stranger from stumbling. A pair of beguiling blue eyes met mine, lips pink and captivating. Her waist-length chestnut locks framed a smooth visage, begging for my touch. The soft curve of her waist fit perfectly within my grasp, awakening an unfamiliar possessiveness. Intervening, a young man extracted her from my arms, addressing her as "cutie pie" and reminding her to be cautious. The turmoil that surged within me was unequivocal - an unwelcome rival had emerged. My gaze darkened as I watched them retreat, a brewing storm of jealousy within me.

Two can play this game. "Jealousy is a bad look on you. I was all alone with you for 3 hours, and you couldn't do anything with me, so don't come here now, trying to make yourself seem so macho. Cause you're not." He had a sadistic smile on his face and it pissed me off.

Something sharp suddenly twisted painfully inside my chest. The strange sensation appeared so suddenly that I actually pressed one hand against my ribs. A wave of unmistakable jealousy surged through me before I could stop it. My stomach tightened. My heartbeat became uneven. Meanwhile my eyes stubbornly refused to leave the scene unfolding below. The realization alone outraged my own logic. Jealous? Seriously? Of what exactly? He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasn’t truly my fiancé. He certainly wasn’t my husband. Everything between us remained nothing more than a negotiated contract.

I realized my mistake too late. I stepped away quickly, heart racing, glancing at him nervously. His jaw was clenched tight, hands fisted at his sides. The possessiveness in his stare made my stomach flip. Like he wanted to grab me, pin me against the wall, and remind me exactly why I should be scared of him. I didn’t wait. I rushed toward the door. My back still tingled from where his fingers had been. The straps were tied now- tight, almost too tight but I didn’t care.