Spencer Bradley Make Him Jealous Novels & Stories

“I didn’t expect a good-looking girl like her would be a homewrecker.” “Aren't all the young girls like this nowadays? They have no shame! They wouldn't stop at being just a mistress. They even shamelessly show up in front of their men’s original spouses now!” “It’s funny looking at her cowering look as she gets yelled at…” “Wait! Isn’t that one of the actresses in Bradley’s cast? I think she came with Bradley…” “How can a person like that be an actress? I won’t watch her films...”

And what bothered her the most was how Spawn would react to his mother’s return. Then she didn't realize that her tears were slowly falling, especially when she clearly see Spencer's kiss with his wife. She didn't know if she was feeling right but she couldn't help but feel disgusted and jealous when she saw Spencer and his wife sweetly exchanging kisses, so she quickly went into her room and then sank down on her bed. She wanted to stop crying but she couldn't because what she had witnessed earlier was always disturbing her. She didn’t want to feel envy or jealous towards Spencer’s wife but she couldn’t help it because she saw how much Spencer hugged and kissed his son’s mother.

I cleared my throat and started the motor. “She's one crazy lady.” I laughed. “Hmm hmm.” “Bradley, are you blushing?” “What? Don't be silly, Pebbles.” “You are, I know when a Dickson is blushing. I see it on Ace's face all the time, and you have the same glow on yours, Bradley, don't lie to me," she scolded. “I guess I can't lie. I found her very enticing." “Bradley has the hots for the crazy lady. Did you get her number?" She inquired.

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

"Mr. Sterling, I'm at your wedding. There's a woman here claiming to be your sister." "No—" A single syllable was all he got out before the line went dead. Every last trace of doubt that Celeste had been suppressing vanished. "You all saw that! This woman is lying! She's not my husband's sister!" She had the recording from her phone projected onto the big screen. The guests watched me and Alexander embracing, and the way they looked at me shifted to pure revulsion. "Wow, and this is supposed to be the Sterling family." "She could've had her own man, but no — had to go after someone else's. Disgusting."

Mrs Spencer looked coldly at her husband and asked, "What about your daughter's happiness? I don't care about your relationship with the Taylor Group. Find a way to get an invitation card to the Celebration Party." Mr Spencer looked at his daughter and said, "The Taylor Group heir, Xavier Taylor, is handsome as a painting. Why don't you chase him and leave this boy to the Martins' youngest daughter?" Tears streamed down her face and replied, "I fell in love with Jordan at first sight, Daddy. I don't even believe that Xavier is more handsome than my Jordan. I am sure that Xavier's handsomeness will not move my heart." Her father was not happy, but he promised to get an invitation card. Tiffan

“But man to man—don’t make things worse for her. She’s been through enough. Then, without waiting for a response, Brad turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. Spencer stood frozen for a moment, his jaw tight, his hands clenched. What the hell is going on? he thought. He glanced at Monica, still asleep on the bed. Her face looked pale, drained. Vulnerable. And for the first time in a long time, Spencer didn’t feel in control. His chest tightened as something unfamiliar twisted inside him—jealousy? Regret? Guilt? He hated the way Brad had spoken, like he knew Monica better. Like he had earned her trust. Like Spencer was the outsider here. Spencer’s phone buzzed i

“Well, she’s pretty special. Unique. Full of energy and always moving, talking, thinking . . . so expressive, so alive she makes you feel alive just being around her. Y’know?” “I suppose,” he remarked dryly, wondering how Ned could miss his sarcasm. “I see her every day. Maybe I’ve built up a tolerance for her.” “Yeah, maybe.” Ned rushed on, clueless, and Bradley despised him even more. “Anyway she’s fun to be around and we’ve had a blast on a bunch of dates . . . ” Try as he might, Brad couldn’t repress the jealousy stabbing his guts. “Dates?” Ned waved. “Yeah. Movies. Bowling. Hiking . . . that sort of thing.”

“Not only am I lucky enough to be this woman's second chance mate but she is also carrying my pup.” “Wow. My little brother is going to be a father. You're so young.” Trying to sound enthusiastic but I can sense the reluctance in Olivia’s voice. I wrap my arms around Elena. My sister's weird enthusiasm is bothering me. As if sensing my mood Olivia comes around and hugs us both. After everyone comes up and congratulates us Elena excuses herself stating she’s tired. “Well I am going to go too. Spencers been alone since we got home.” “Spencer? Who is Spencer? Is that your mate Paxton?” My nails elongate digging into my fist at the question. I notice Bradley looking uneasily at Paxton.