Mr Ford Is Jealous Novels & Stories

Marco ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “When I say I’m jealous, you misunderstand. And when I don’t say anything, it’s the same,” he admitted, surprising me. I never knew he felt this way. I had no idea that our innocent chat with Hudson could stir up so much inside him. “I don’t know what to do with my feelings when it comes to you, Maddie. It’s all new to me. Show me how to deal with it, ‘cause I’m lost. I can’t shake this jealousy,” he confessed, his voice mixed with frustration and a little bit of intoxication. It was clear he'd had a few too many drinks. “I tried, alright? I thought going out with my cousins and drinking would help me forget. I didn’t want you to get mad, to

He finally caught sight of his chocolate milk and grabbed a cartoon. Smelt jealousy. ”Jealousy? What do you mean you smelt jealousy?” No one would ever be jealous of him. They didn’t have a reason to. He bred you good. The words shocked him and he nearly hurt himself getting out of the fridge, he choked, “I’m not being bred!” He chided, trying to keep his voice down. “That’s not the only reason I’m sore you pervert-“ Ford stopped talking mid-sentence catching someone standing next to him.

I laughed. Ford sighed. “I want the kid to like me. She’s either scared or pissed and nothin’ will change. I’m not good enough, anyway. I’m not a kingly king. I’m a warrior king. Madison shouldn’t have to fight. I should be there with the Vasili gettin’ ready to fight that bloodsuckin’ fuck.” He leaned against the door, thumping his head against it a little.

“This battlefield is extremely dangerous. I strongly advise you not to interfere unless you have a death wish.” Joanna frowned. “Death wish? What are you talking about?” Jason leaned closer. “I think… Mr. Crawford is jealous.” Joanna stared at him. “Leonel Crawford? Jealous?” Jason sighed heavily. “Yes, yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. But he’s still human, okay? Humans get jealous. Especially humans with wives.” “Jealous of who?” Jason glanced around cautiously before whispering: “Marcus Morgan.” After hearing a quick explanation, Joanna’s expression darkened. “Why is it always Marcus Morgan?”

Her snippy tone made him feel sad. "What do you need, Mr. Ford? If there's nothing in particular, I'm hanging up," she whispered. Nathan was tugging at her trousers, rushing her to hang up. "Mummy, Uncle Francis is waiting." Nathan rushed his mother impatiently with a loud whisper. "Alright, I'm coming," she answered gently. "Are you with Francis?" He could picture her, Francis, and Nathan happily together. His jealousy was overflowing. "If that's your question, I'm hanging up."

I couldn’t wait to have a reason to kill the fucker. “He is really good,” Maddie said quietly. A wave of jealousy washed over me and Maddie chuckled. Are you seriously jealous? She mind-linked me. As if I would ever want or need anyone else but you. I glanced at her and saw her shaking her head at me. I wasn’t jealous until you mentioned how good he was. I mumbled through the mind-link. Looking back, letting her watch half-naked men fight wasn’t one of my best choices. She took my hand in hers and squeezed it.

“But, won’t he get jealous if he finds out that you knitted something for some other guy but nothing for him?” I waved my hands, “No, Demon—I mean Damon doesn’t know the word jealous. He’s so over-confident, he’s got so much air in his head that he almost looks like Megamind.” I said nonchalantly. Mira furrowed her brows then she just started laughing, “You are crazy, sunsun! Your relationship looks really fun!” Yeah right, so fun that we always want to kill each other.

“You said I’ll be in big trouble? I, Grey Jean, would love to see what kind of trouble I’ll stir up after playing with you,” Grey said coldly. He was used to being arrogant, and often did as he pleased in Mordu. Mandy’s rebellious attitude in his eyes was like a spice, a wild horse; igniting his interest to conquer her. Mandy took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. “Sir, I don’t care if you’ve been urged to do this by Zack and Quinn.”

“I don’t know how much you want to know. I don’t want to hurt you.” “All of it,” Ford growled. “It usually wasn’t great. It was a distraction that was fun sometimes, and I could usually get myself off, but he was always focused on himself. It was never about me, or us. It was about him, and the sex. It wasn’t like the time you and I were together, or what happened in the car. Those times were raw, and they felt real. You made it about me, and I felt… important. It was never like that with Reed. Not once. I was lonely, and he was something to fill the void. So don’t be jealous of him; what you and I have is already much more important to me.”

Rodriguez asked, utterly astonished. "Ugrr… Yes father, what is wrong, why are you so interested in this Marcus employment?" Rodriguez stayed silent for a while, he seemed to be coming up with hypotheses as to why Morrison would fire Marcus at a time when he would need him the most. "You do not think they told him about their relationship do you?" He asked thoughtfully. "I do not know, but that would mean their relationship is serious." "Of course it is serious." Rodriguez snapped.