Novel & Cerita My Paranoid Lover

“I’ve got lots of studying to do.” “Oh, come on baby. I wanted to watch another gangbang video.” Loveth rolled her eyes. “You and your gangbangs. You’re obsessed! Look, I’m really not interested. I’ve got lots of studying to do, and its far more important that watching silly pornos. So you’ll just have to satisfy yourself.” She was getting really sick of Spencer’s constant porno-watching and masturbating. He must have been the most unromantic boyfriend in the world. “Look, I’ll see you some other time.”

“What happened? I’ve been trying to reach you for days to warn you. Christ! What’s going on? I left a gazillion messages with that roommate of yours. What an attitude on her!” Pam lit a cigarette and drew the smoke deep into her lungs before stating flatly, “My lover.” “What about your lover?” Sylvia asked eagerly. “Who’s your lover? What are you talking about?” “She’s not my roommate,” Pam explained. “She’s my lover.” She squared her shoulders in anticipation of Sylvia’s response.

"Lavender, we both know I'm not buying that. If it's 'nothing,' why are you so tense? Talk to me. Whatever it is, it's obviously eating at you." I sighed, glancing down at my glass. The amber liquid swirled inside—a mix of bourbon, orange liqueur, and ginger ale. It had looked enticing when I'd ordered it, but I hadn't taken more than a sip. Now it felt like a reflection of my mood: unsettled, untouched. "I don't know," I began hesitantly, the words thick on my tongue. "I think I might just be paranoid." Anna leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table. "Then tell me what you're paranoid about, and I'll decide if you're actually losing your mind."

I leaned on to Jasper and whispered to him. "Look at you, worrying about my dating life." He brushed his shoulders at me. I rolled my eyes at him. Maybe being private is fair. I am not going to stick along with him to know about his matters. Shrugging it off I return to search for the guy who paralyzed me a few minutes ago. I don't know what that was, but I have this strong feeling, a strong belief inside me that I know him from somewhere. Those eyes feel like a distant memory.

“You’re not family; you’re a parasite.” He shrugged, unfazed. “Agreed. Get me my money, woman and on time too.” I backed away shaking my head. “I can't. It's too much.” He rolled his eyes. “I swear you can really be overdramatic when you put your mind to it.” he cocked his head to the side. “What's so hard about fucking someone so as to get some cash in return? I mean, it's not like it's the first time you would be doing it.”

Sarah replied nervously, and I shot her a look that said “Explain” She heaved a sigh and closed the safe, then started, “Demarcus was not only an excessively careful man, he was also not trusting and a little paranoid.” Sarah said and I rolled my eyes. These were the words of a pained woman who only had deep reservations about her past lover.

“You are so shameless Daniel. How could you do this to me? Did you bring me here to embarrassed me? Our wedding is tomorrow and you are doing this?” “I don't love you Pearl. Cherry is the one I love”. Cherry laughed at him sarcastically. “You love me? Do you know what love is? You don't even trust me. The day I was accused of plagiarism you didn't even speak up for me. You believed that I stole someone else's design as my own and now you claim to love me. Daniel your love is toxic and wicked”. Cherry poured out her pains to Daniel. This competition must be the hottest topic right now on the internet because the organizers made it live.

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

“She believed in it a lot more than I ever thought she would.” His jaw muscles flexed tightly. “Believed in what?” “In him, in me, in her mystery lover,” I replied and that did it. I saw the shift in his eyes as he threw his hands to the air, more out of anger now. “This is ridiculous,” he muttered, already turning slightly, like he was done with this conversation. “I don’t know what you think this is, but I’m not interested in whatever game you’re playing.” “It’s not a game.”

"Have you been alone all this time?" "Alone? No. Lonely? Perhaps," Paris answered, his low deep voice was soothing, enchanting. It rumbled like a thunderstorm rocking a boat on the sea but not in a way that was dangerous. Just... Powerful, and magnificent all the same. "Sometimes, when I get bored, I go to a club and get a girl to suck me off, or I just watch people have sex, but asides that. Nothing." Voyeurism. He still did that.