Novel & Cerita My Paranoid Lover

He looks at me stunned and he takes a few steps back "Amari that's no-" "No that's exactly what's happening, your gonna rape me and of course they won't believe the girl who has issues with hallucinations and paranoia" I push him, making him stumble back "Amari that's - I would never" he tries to grab my hand but I pull away

Lucy wailed, slumped on the floor filled with the ruins of her luxury. ​"Liar! Is he your new lover? The man who stole my identity so he could sleep with you behind my back?! Who is that man, tell me!" ​I watched the scene with indescribable satisfaction. Mike is a very possessive man; for him, body scent and personal taste are sacred identities. When he feels that identity has been "stolen" by another man to approach his woman, his logic dies instantly. Paranoia is the poison that works fastest on a man with an ego as high as the sky like Mike.

The silence grew so deafening and ghosts I buried demanded I set them free. “Jack, my husband, and I, we were too young,” I started, glancing away from him, too scared he’d see more than I wanted him to see in my eyes. “He had a wandering eye. It caused problems, and because he cheated, he became paranoid and accused me of cheating too.” Finding my courage, I returned my gaze to his. “It was shitty of you to do the same.” I tried to sound strong, but I felt vulnerable, more than ever. “I don’t need another paranoid man in my life.”

“And what is the price you place on that power when a mate is put in danger? Today it’s me, tomorrow it could be yours.” Alpha Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed. “I haven’t met my mate yet. Are you…are you threatening me?” he queried, cocking his head to the side. The man was even more paranoid than Gabe. “It must be tough, Alpha Lorenzo,” I began sympathetically, my voice sickly sweet. The man nodded, agreeing with me wholeheartedly without any clue what I was going to say next. “Being so paranoid, you probably think even your own wolf is plotting against you.”

“Perfect Lover?” I nodded, leaning slightly against the chair across from him. “It’s silly, I know. But the story behind them is kind of sweet. The idea is that if two people are perfectly synchronized, in the same ‘time zone,’ they’ll never miss each other. But if they aren’t…” I gestured vaguely, feeling oddly self-conscious. “...well, it’s not anyone’s fault. They’re just living in different worlds. Different stages of life, different priorities. You can’t force that kind of timing.” He studied me for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes. “And you think the person I’m waiting for is in a different time zone?”

"I want you to be my lover, Sabiana. No discussions, no arguments. You'll stay here. Live here. Live your life like other women do. I'll provide for you. You'll eat, shop, and buy whatever you want. Just one condition, be my lover. My mouth fell open at his words, struggling to process what he was saying. It felt like my brain had temporarily stopped functioning. This man bought a woman to be his lover? I couldn't believe his demands. With his wealth and looks, he could easily have someone better than me—a model, an actress, maybe even Ə beauty queen. Why me? "The deal starts tonight,"he declared cupping my face with one hand.