روايات وقصص ضمن Obsessive Ex Boyfriend

What the hell has gotten into this man? How did we get from Sunday dinner with his parents to… this? “Felix,” I manage, my voice a mix of outrage and stunned amusement, “you’ve officially lost your mind.” He looks at me—really looks, and I see it then, under the careful calm in his expression. Jealousy. Pure and sharp. Oh. So that’s what this is. “Unbelievable,” I mutter, half laughing. “This was your idea, remember? You’re the one who wanted an open marriage. You’re the one who made all the rules.”

His arm wrapped around my waist, “I work better when I know exactly where you are and what you’re doing.” The dark possession in his voice spread warmth through my chest like honey. I was so fucked. In every sense of the word. “That sounds obsessive,” I said. “It is.” He pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply. “Everything about you makes me obsessive. I used to be able to focus for hours. Now I can’t go twenty minutes without wondering what you’re doing. If you’re comfortable. If you need something. It’s fucking maddening.” “Poor you,” I said, but I was smiling. “Sounds terrible. The big bad mafia boss, brought to his knees by a pregnant woman who can’t stop eating pickles dipped in

“Tell me everything. How was it? Was he good? Was he, like, God-tier good?” I groaned, rubbing my forehead. “Maya…” “Don’t ‘Maya’ me,” she said. “I want details.” I bit my lip, unsure how to explain the mess of emotions I was feeling. “It was… intense. And well—” I hesitated, replaying his words from this morning. “He told me he’s obsessed now that he’s had me.” Another scream. “AMAYA!” “I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! I need to book a flight back to Pennsylvania immediately—”

I choked up. Don’t they have no shame? Murmurs filled the whole chapel, but no one seemed bothered. “May I know who you are?” The priest asked. “Don’t mind her father,” my boyfriend said shaking his head, “She’s just someone who’s obsessed with me.” My mouth dropped open as I heard what my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend just said. “Let’s continue Father,” my bestfriend urges, “Let’s not waste time listening to this nonsense.”

It fell apart because she was unstable in ways I couldn’t help or fix. She was obsessive. Possessive. And not in a sexy, jealous-girlfriend way. No. Vanessa’s kind of love felt like a chokehold. Like barbed wire wrapped around my neck and yanked tighter every time another woman looked my way. I couldn’t speak to a waitress without her questioning if I wanted to fuck her. A receptionist saying hello was suddenly a threat. My own little cousin hugging me at a family event once spiraled into a two-day screaming match.

“Fuck everyone's thoughts.” “And now, I'm beginning to feel alone in the obsession.” Kieran chuckled. “Boy, you know that you're in my head 24/7. You're the only person I'm obsessed with.” I kissed him again. “You have so much control over me that I'm going crazy.” “You speak for two.” We kissed again.

I tried to make it pretty and aesthetic OF: I think I did well hehe Ash: It's pretty OF: Thank you PS: I have been seeing sides of Asher I never thought I would AJ: Boss, you never say I'm pretty OF: Are you in love with him or something like that OF: What the f*ck AJ: What does it have to do with you OF: Are you? AJ: No, I’m not. I love him, but not like that OF: Then You seriously need to get fucked or f*ck or something. There is nothing healthy about nursing an obsession over Asher like that

"I thought you said your husband was no longer in the picture" "Yes, I did" Roxi explains. "I also remember telling you that I'd ran away from him" "Is he..violent?" "No" Roxi clarifies. "He's something far much more worse than that; he's obsessive and that trait of his scares him" "My husband, Jax and I are actually high-school sweetheart" she explains. "So at first I thought it was just a phase teenage boys go through when they really liked someone but after we'd gotten married, it became worse"

"You’re Tessa Caldwell, right? The scammer’s kid." Tessa shivered. She tried to make herself small, holding the sheet tightly against her chest, fingers turning white. "Please leave," she said quietly, but firmly. The man didn’t move. He stood there, staring, disgust and curiosity mixed in his expression, like he was observing a rare animal at a circus. "You’re your boss’s ex-wife, right? The one he used to throw Robert in jail," he said with a sneer, glancing down at the sheet. "And now you’re his little prostitute? A secret that makes everyone in this house act weird, huh?"

he said, as I pushed my legs apart on his. His finger throbbed into me, causing my head to fall back and moan. I could feel his shaft in his trousers as it rose to meet my pussy. I rushed to my feet and ran upstairs, my chest burning. This wasn’t love. This was obsession. He was obsessed with me. My hands shook as I grabbed my phone and called Chelsea. “Hey, girl” she answered softly. “Can I come over?” I sobbed. “Of course. What’s wrong?” she asked, but I had already ended the call.