Obsessive Ex Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"Why? How?!" Freya shook her head as tears were rolling down her face. "T-the man," she was panting as she talked, "he was my ex-boyfriend, Austin." Jayda simply nodded in response, wanting to know more. "Well… the thing is that Austin was very obsessed with me which I'm very sure that he isn't over yet. Austin and I dated for a while and he was always so possessive of me. He always got extremely angry when I talked with other men or whenever I wasn't with him."

“It's not that I don't... really.” He leaned forward. “You are not listening. You should know that I love you too much. It’s not good. It's the same reason why my ex-wife left. I have obsessive behaviors, Julia,” he said in a low, tight voice. “I can be very possessive and controlling, but none of this was my choice. It’s how I do things. You are not ready for someone like me. You still need more time to know me. I know I am asking too much from you, but this is my way to make this work.”

Two years ago. That should have made me feel better, but it didn’t. “You told me that you’ve only ever wanted me.” I muttered. His eyes stayed on mine. “So how exactly do you have an ex-girlfriend?” He swore under his breath, then looked away for a second before looking back at me. “It’s true,” he said. “I only want you.” The certainty in his voice made me pause. Then he continued, sounding more frustrated with the memory than anything else. “The guys pushed it, hey thought if I was with someone else, maybe I’d stop thinking about you. Maybe I’d get over my obsession with you.”

Well… unless something was holding them back. I tapped his shoulder lightly. “You don’t have to be jealous of him. My boyfriend’s obsessed with me,” I tried to reassure him, even though that wasn’t entirely true. If he’s already jealous just seeing them as friends… I wonder how he’d react if he found out he was the ex she’s trying to move on from.

“Yeah, I know. Hey, I have to go shower and get ready. I’ll see you later.” “Okay, bye baby.” I hang up. Baby? Huh, that’s a new one. I rest my hands on my workbench, take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Here I am obsessing over Erik when I’m supposed to be obsessing over John. Even after my cold shower I’m obsessing about him to the point I take out my battery-operated boyfriend. Images of Erik ravishing me on my bike and in my office make me cum quicker and harder than ever before from self-pleasure.

“That's unreasonable. I can't be your girlfriend. It doesn't even make any sense.” “Why not? You're legal. I'm legal…” “You're April's Dad…” “...I'm a man who's insufferably obsessed with his daughter's best friend.” Now that immediately silenced me. My eyes stayed wide on him. “I've been obsessed with you ever since that day you spilled your drink on me at April's 18th birthday party. I've had the most unholy thoughts about you ever since that day. If you haven't noticed, I'm particularly fond of boobs. That yellow satin dress you wore that day did a nice job in pushing up your cleavage. My eyes caught them and I've never been the same. I tried so hard that night not to be the man who took

“There would be functions where we would be in attendance to and you would play the part of a doting wife and I , a caring husband. We would both remain faithful to each other during the period of our contract and there would be no talks of children. I am a very busy person so you would most likely have the house to all to yourself as I would be scarce there. I assure you this agreement would be over before you know it “. His voice was tight and void of any emotions. “ Do you understand or do I have to go over everything again… Oh and before I forget , you and your father have been warned. I do not enjoy being fooled and would only let this slide once… Am I clear? “ His expression was harden

Maybe I had been settling for less than I deserved all along—and now that I had tasted what it felt like to be truly wanted, I was no longer sure I could go back to living in the shadows. His obsession was growing, deepening roots inside my heart, and I was starting to understand that I was letting it happen, one stolen moment, one gentle touch, one secret kiss at a time. TO BE CONTINUE

However, the discomfort did not disappear from my chest for a long time, and I had to control myself so as not to think about asking him if many girls reacted to his Stories. I didn't want to look jealous. We didn't even have anything yet. An exchange of glances and two messages was enough to make me hysterical. I needed to control myself. I needed to be quiet, and calm, because all my relationships always started in the worst possible way, because I had serious problems controlling my obsession. The problem was that I was already obsessed. And we hadn't even exchanged a face-to-face conversation. There was no way it wouldn't end in a very ugly way.