Tactics Of Love Novels & Stories

I gasped dramatically, “Don't tell me you’re scared.” Time to use goading as a tactic to get him to play the chess game with me. “Of?” he replied, arching one eyebrow at me. “I don’t know,” I say shrugging. “Perhaps of losing to me. That seems like the only reason why you wouldn’t want to play the chess game with me, perhaps you’re now a bit rusty at the game.” I say wiggling my brow as I finish setting up the board, he narrows his eyes at me before turning back to his laptop.

Rachel Solis was a nurse who used to pursue Xavier obsessively. Years ago, I had miscarried our first child when I caught Xavier cheating on me with her. Back then, he'd knelt before me and sworn that he never stopped loving me. "I'm her first love. She loves me too much," Xavier explained lightly. "I can't let her down like that. The surrounding colleagues chuckled. "Besides, being with Sheila just feels like a task to tick off my to-do list lately. She wants a child too badly. That makes me feel like a tool."

His knuckles flexed. “And I get it now,” I whispered. “I’ve been trying to earn love from you like it’s some kind of transaction. Like if I do all the right things, say all the right words, maybe you’ll feel it too.” My lips trembled, and I leaned back slightly, exhausted. “But love isn’t strategic…Teresa said that. And she’s right. I can’t…blueprint my way into your heart. I was just… scared that if I stopped trying, I’d lose any chance I had. If I ever had a chance…that is. ”

Strategy that matched ambition. “I love you,” he said. “I know,” she replied. “That’s why this works. You love me enough to let me be exactly who I am. And I’m strategic enough to use that love to build something that matters.” “Is that romantic?” he asked. “It’s better than romantic,” she said. “It’s real.”

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.

Fiona was a true master of love. She had already done it at an advanced level. Hence, she disdained employing tactics like Jennifer's. She didn't care about the notion that "If one's will does not prevail, one must submit to an alternative." Her only goal was to achieve her objectives.

He never meant to love her. He did not know, on the morning he offered her a contract across a desk in a high room above the city, that love was what was being proposed. He thought he was being strategic. He thought he was managing a situation with the tools available to him, which were his mind and his resources and the careful language of a document designed to define what was possible between two people in terms that could be agreed to and enforced.

Really, truly in love. The realization sits heavy in my chest. I've been going about this all wrong. I've been subtle. Strategic. Planting seeds of doubt. Making Lola feel inadequate. Reminding Ocean of what we had. But none of it has worked. If anything, it's made Ocean more protective of her. More determined to prove their marriage is real. I need to change tactics. I need to be more aggressive. More direct. More willing to take risks. Because if I don't, I'm going to lose Ocean forever. If I haven't lost him already.

I hoped to knock him out with my martial art skills. But now, he brought up my family, I knew he was not a man to be trifled with. “What do you want? And why should I do it?” I asked. “That is because you are a brave wolf, and you love your family too much to lose them all in one day.” Ryker said, his lips brushing against mine. “What do you want from me?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. “Your cooperation in my plan to overthrow, Fenrir.” Ryker said, his eyes cold and hard.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.