Novel & Cerita One Sided Situationship

I said casually. "Shouldn’t I be? You’re my employee. My sister likes you." I laughed dryly and set my glass down, turning to face him. "Do you think a bond can be one-sided? Is it possible for one person to feel it and the other not?" He grew silent, and I wondered what was running through his mind. "If that’s your case with my sister, something is wrong. Maybe it’s a punishment from the goddess." A knot tightened in my stomach.

I said instead. “Does it help you with your emotions?” “Yeah”, I agreed “And I’m sorry for losing my shit around you but I promise I’m not like my father, I don’t abuse people,” “And I know you feel the same way about me too and I don’t want to lose that and you shouldn’t too,” I added. “So, what are we? Friends with benefits?” she asked, her disdain obvious even through text. “It’s more than that and you know it. We can call it situationship, it has a nicer ring to it,” God! I wished I had met her in better circumstances. I would have made her my woman immediately, let the whole world know she was mine and I was hers.

I watched them keenly, “When I was thirteen they dislocated my shoulder. Both of them.” “Ouch.” He barely spared a glance to them, completely uninterested. “Are you confident in your abilities?” “It’s been years, I can handle it.” “Very well.” I focused on them. “Do both of you plan on marrying me then? Or have you decided which of you will take me?” “We come as one and live as one. We’ve checked, being polyamorous is legal.” They said. A shiver went down my spine and I was close to throwing up. Hell no!

I leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, “I have something you want back at my dorm.” Her head reared back a few inches and her eyes widened. “So that’s your game. Leave me the fuck out of it.” What the fuck? “Ours is a one-sided open relationship and Gia knows the rules,” I mocked casually. “The rules you established,” she scolded and rolled her eyes.

Something that goes in line with what he said initially about trying to make sense of what is going on here. “Do you even need to know what is going on? I don’t think you do. But what I don’t seem to understand is why you’ll go about threatening him like you own me. Me and you, do we have anything together?” I ask, raising my brows questioningly. “We don’t, I admit. But...” and he trails off. “But what?” He takes a hand to his hair and positions it differently. “But I think there could end up being one. You know, something like a situationship,”

He fed their assumptions by rejecting me. I cannot swallow the bitter truth of knowing that he cannot fight for me...for what we have and most importantly for the relationship we want to build in the future. This is making me feel like for the past 2 years of my life with him as my man...it was all one-sided. He never really had a plan for us while I had a novel of how I wanted our story to flow.

"I misread his care and concern for love. We never confessed or gave our relationship a name or anything. I just went with the flow and it brought me back to exactly how things were before I left for Sydney." "Maybe if you talk to him-" Gabby held her hand up. "Nope. Not happening. Too much self-respect and ego here." She walked towards the bed and turned around. "No offense to you okay? Mine's a situationship of a few months. Yours is of almost a decade. Our feelings vary." I shook my head smiling. "I know. You don't have to make it worse by over-explaining things." She gave me a sheepish grin and moved back to the bed.

I would love to call him that, but he hasn't asked me and probably wouldn't, so. "A... Situationship." She pursed her lips and stared, "So stuck in between, to be precise?" "Kind of." She placed the glass on the counter when she finished and wiped her mouth. "Are you sure you want to do that, though?" I shrugged and leaned against the counter. "We like each other, so..." "And you?" I asked when we both went silent. "What?" "Is anybody in the picture?" "No. I'm still trying to get my life together."

We aren’t dating, we are just stuck in a “situation-ship” The word flashes through my mind, grounding me. There’s no commitment, nothing, just sex. I frown, fighting that ache as the thought makes me sad. But at least he’s not with anyone else so he’s mine... sort of. The thought makes me feel slightly better. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he says, his voice low and amused. I blink, pulled from my thoughts, I jerk as I realize that he’s right in front of me, leaning down.

“You don’t even like me. Don’t you think it would be weird if we stayed in the same room?” “What’s weird about it? We’re married.” She lowered her eyes to the black rug underneath her feet. “It’s a contract marriage. A one-sided relationship where I’m the one trying to keep you to myself.” “It doesn’t matter. Don’t leave. Stay with me.”