The Objection Of My Affection Novels & Stories

My own traitorous body refused to obey my commands. “I know that you don't love that man you call your mate. So why are you resisting me?” Something about that question gave me the spark I needed. Blood rushed into my head. I squeezed my eyes shut and summoned all the strength I had left inside. “Because I refuse to simply be just a plaything to anyone!” His grasp around me slackened, and I used the opportunity to pull myself free. “Whether I love him or not doesn't matter. I am not an object that one can simply claim in a fit of possessiveness.” My heart shivered with every word I uttered. “I don't belong to you.”

If that was what she wanted, who was I to stop her when I wasn't ready to offer her more? "My affection?" She laughed mockingly as she pulled at her hair, her eyes lining with water. "You just let me rub myself all over you, and you didn't even want it. You just liked that I was giving you attention but didn't want me to be physical with you? Do you know how dirty that makes me feel like I just molested you even though you were grinding against me too?"

“What is more important to me is the time that you spent with me…not just the love making but all the moments that you were with me in the sun. The points where you saw me reading books and…” “Cara….please don’t make this into something it is not. You are mistaking admiration and affection for love. Don’t make this into something which I don’t wish for it to be.” “Am I that unlovable?” “No…you are not and that is the reason that I am choosing you. Even without love I am choosing you…not anyone else.” “I think you would be better off without me, Xavier. You would be a lot better if you can find a woman who would be in tune with your needs and wants and demands.”

He would bet his life just to get my love. I smiled sweetly and answered "Yes, that's very sweet I hear. But that's too much, and it can ruin your life. I don't want you to, but you know! I give another brother the opportunity to fill my heart. If you can, I'll give you the same opportunity. Sorry, I didn't mean to hang your love. But I don't have any feelings, but I don't want you to leave me. If you object, I hope you go to someone and seek enlightenment on this issue. "

I mumbled something to myself. "He is merely wallowing in self-pity because he has a beautiful pet that he is unable to touch. I offered to take you off his hands without hesitation, but he refused because he feels you hold special meaning for him." In a soothing manner, Catherine stroked my hair in a pet-like manner. Yeah, a tasty special course meal for him, nothing more.

Again, ridiculous. At the risk of sounding borderline disrespectful, I genuinely believed The Moon goddess had dropped the ball on that one. There shouldn't be caveats to loving someone. Only pure affection for this person without the fear of losing yourself entirely when you lose them. Deep down, I had no idea how much would change in just a few days...How much my view on the entire topic would shift... ***

“I will not. I promise.” She grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her and buries her face in my shirt. I hear her inhale my sent before asking, “What you were doing. Is that called affection?” I gasp. “Do you not know what affection is my love?” “I have a concept of it from reading but I’m not sure.” She whispered. “Yes, that is what considered affection. Do you want to know what else is affection?” I asked her seriously putting my cheek on her head.

I don’t want to see them in front of me. With a dismissive wave of my hand, I express my disinterest in engaging with them any further. The fatigue of the situation weighs heavily upon me, and I refuse to subject myself to its toxicity any longer. "Why are you so angry, George? I am only following your footsteps," I retort, my voice tinged with exhaustion. "You never loved me. You always had Megan in your heart while we were married. Why do you have a problem if I have an extramarital affair with someone I like? You were doing the same, weren't you?"

I declared with a smile, the words tumbling from my lips with a sense of certainty that I hadn’t felt all day. But as I basked in the glow of my newfound discovery, my mother’s voice cut through the moment like a knife, her disapproval casting a shadow over my joy. “Is there a way to fix the front?” she asked, her words tinged with concern. I bristled at her suggestion, my confidence faltering in the face of her criticism. “The front is fine,” I insisted, my voice laced with frustration. But my mother remained unmoved, her disapproval palpable as she voiced her objections. “Ruby, it’s too revealing. Highly inappropriate for a wedding,” she admonished, her words struck a nerve.

I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us." Whether it was the distant way I addressed him or my admission that I didn't love him anymore and had fallen for someone else, it was all a heavy blow to Cole. He staggered away, looking like his soul had been sucked out of him. I gave Timothy an awkward smile. After some hesitation, I explained, "Cole is… a bit hard to shake off. I only said all that to make him give up. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Greer." He waved it off as if it were nothing, his eyes full of amusement. "It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends."