Overly Attached Girlfriend Now Novels & Stories

Zachariah gripped me harder and inhaled the sweet toxicity of my vanilla musk perfume. "You m-made me break my golden rules. Made me d-damage my own r-reputation." He slurred and chuckled. "A very brave move." His words halted as one of his palm slowly travelled up my back, feeling the softness of my flesh. "My girlfriend will be fucking furious." His palm came to a stop and finally rested on the back of my head as he fisted my hair firmly in his hold. "I hate you for making me feel t-this way."

Speaking of my aggravating boyfriend… He’d tried to enact a break from sex too. He thought I needed a month at least for all my wounds to heal. But all my bruises had faded, my cuts and abrasions had scabbed closed, and my temperature was back to normal. I was one hundred percent healthy. Physically anyway. Mentally, I was still somewhat of a head case. I hated how clingy I’d become, not that Colton seemed to mind. I swear, the jerk actually ate up how close to him I had to be every time we left the apartment. He’d smile at me with that smug satisfaction of a man who knew he had his woman wrapped completely around his finger. Really, it was too much.

“Don’t.” I pulled my panties on, adjusted my dress, and ignored the ache between my legs. This wasn’t about my pleasure tonight. It was about showing her that she wasn’t the one in control. “I said don’t get attached.” Her voice cracked. “Too late.” Back in my own bed, I couldn’t sleep. My mind was spiraling. Jessica wasn’t just falling for me. She was starting to obsess. And part of me… part of me liked it. I liked the power. Liked knowing I could leave her dripping and ruined and still crawling after me.

I smile, looking at the note. The fact that he wrote 'Your sexy babe' makes my heart skip a beat. He is literally going to drive me crazy! I smile and head towards the bathroom to have a nice long shower. I step in front of the mirror and I blush when I see tiny red marks over my chest. Seems like Christopher really had his way last night. What the hell is he doing to me? I am starting to love spending time with him and I am scared about it. What if I am on the wrong path? What if I'll get hurt later? What if Christopher isn't the guy for me? I am scared of being attached to him because I know it's dangerous. But I can't help, being with Christopher is so addictive. I feel like I can't resis

“Call me back, I want to hear your voice…” “Don't I have the right to be jealous? she was your first love for goddess sake!” “I hate you…” “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that I love you.” I was sending that last text when I got an alert from a private account I'd created since he blocked me on my main account on the pack forum. I was drenched in disappointment when I noticed the alert was actually from Cassie's account but then curiosity pushed me to check and I saw a picture of her fingers and my husband’s entangled while his mate ring was painfully absent.

"If you keep carrying me like I’m a damn sack of flour, your girlfriend is going to continue to irritate me!" "She isn’t my girlfriend," I counter, feeling a sudden twinge of annoyance over how little Ayla seemed to care about the fact that another woman was staking her claim on me. "She’s just…" "Your fuck buddy?" Ayla offers. "Girlfriend, fuck buddy, they’re all the same, and the minute their man shows any attention to another woman, they turn into irritating creatures that stick to you like glue, and if I’m going to have to stay here, I don’t want her bothering me."

I don’t think so, my head is full of Immi and that ain’t going to change anytime soon. That girl has literally ruined me for any other woman out there. I don’t want any other girl; I want Immi and not just to fuck. She’s done something to me with her hypnotic eyes, the way she moans when I’m inside her and my name on her lips drives me crazy. “Nah, I’m not interested in any more girls.” Atlas stops in his tracks and laughs. “You are shitting me, right? You can’t help yourself. In fact, I expect you’re going out later to get laid by a couple of girlies.” He punches me in the arm. We reach the door to our changing room.

“Am I? I thought you said I could be a handful.” A few squeals erupt around the table, while a few young girls fangirl over us. At the other end of the table, a young guy snorts, “Can you please stop that? You two are so into each other, it gives the rest of us a bad look. My girlfriend was complaining last night that I wasn’t more like Trevor’s character in the drama. If she saw you in real life, she wouldn’t stop pestering me. I would like a break for a moment.”

I don't know how I'm gonna be able to stick to having just Claire, as I'm used to having different girls simultaneously. I don't think I'd cope with Claire only. IF I'm ever gonna have her as my girlfriend.... keyword:IF,then I'll let her know from the onset that I can't have just her. I'll have other girls to satisfy my sexual needs,but she'll act as my girlfriend. My phone made a notification sound. I checked it,it's a message from my sister. 'Bring your girlfriend along with you when next you're coming to visit. Order from above' Cass is always dramatic,even in a text message. She could've just simply said 'Mum and dad wants you to come along with your girlfriend when next you come for vi

Then it turns to. How many women did Daniel fuck before I met him? I feel at a disadvantage and I don't like it. Maybe that's not fair. I've only known him for a week. He had a life before me, he works and lives in a sex club, but now that I'm his girlfriend...my mind is conjuring up stuff that I kept quiet when I was just a slave. Am I feeling possessive? You bet. I wanted to tear Lenore's eyes out, but if she comes back? I'll break her. Ouch, I'm not usually so aggressive.