Why Would He Try To Make Me Jealous Novels & Stories

I had been the one to ask him to go after women so why did I forget that part and why had I been upset thinking he was courting another woman and disturbing me with sweet nothings that were mere lies? Jealousy. I could not be jealous. No, I was only upset that yet another man thought he could play me the way Cassius did. Also, what was it with men wanting women to be jealous and fight other women for them? Why did he want me to be jealous? “Ah, I fear only my father’s death would make me feel this good again.” He patted my hair. “You really are jealous. It makes me feel – no, it makes me know that I have made progress at least. You like me enough to be jealous of a random, nameless woman.”

I growled lowly, "Keep your voice down! What if he hears?!" He gave me a look of disappointment and tore my hand away. He whispers,"You idiot, you've been wondering why you're acting weird, right? want to know why?" "...Why?" "You're jealous." My face scrunched in annoyance, "M..Me? Jealous? I don't even know that word!" "Exactly! Remember when Lara and I used to fight because I easily get jealous over some people who she doesn't even know?" I nod awkwardly. He clicks his tongue, "Isn't that how it feels? You suddenly make weird decisions and want to kill the other party?"

I said folding my hand across my chest. “Is that why you flirt with just anyone that comes your way.” He said bitterly. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Yes… I want him to feel jealous, but it doesn’t mean everything I do or anyone I hang out with I’m doing it to get back at him. He thinks so highly of himself. At this point I think he’s stalking me or maybe the moon goddess keeps punishing me by making me be in the same space with him every time. “Yes.. I will flirt with anyone I want.” I said my lips curve up for a meaningful smirk. If it makes him feel better to know it. My gaze fell into the crowd, and I saw his mate standing cold alone.

"Why do you keep trying to ruin anything that makes me happy? Why are you selfish? Are you scared he could be your rival? Is that it? Are you jealous?" His brows knitted together in disbelief as he winced at me. One would think I had spoken an abominable word. He held on to the look for a moment before breaking the stare. "Jealous?" he repeated with a humorless laugh. "Selfish. That's what I am now? Selfish? This is why you keep getting hurt! Because you think with your heart and not your damn head!" He heaved his hot breath on my face.

“What do you mean by that? Why would I make you jealous?” “You purposefully refused to show your picture so that I get more curious about it. And then on purpose, you left your project work and went out, so that I could glance at your picture and get jealous. But the wrong move, I am not jealous at all,” he said trying to act. “What? Like really? Why would I even do that? You are my no one to make you jealous. And for your kind information, whatever I click it is none of your concern. Mind your own business,” she said and plonked on her chair.

"Then why are you jealous?" "Come on, it's natural. I have a plan for you, guess what? I'm not jealous because of you but anxious because she doesn't treats me the same way she treats you." "Oh!" He chuckles as if he just remembered something. "I can help you." He grins. "In what way?" I attempt to test him. Already I have a plan for him, wanna see if it collides. "I can trick her into loving you." He offers. "Wow, same plan as I had. How is that gonna be possible, I mean, she doesn't even love me?"

He could just reject me but he's refusing to do that. I didn't know what to say to him at all. I was trying to access the situation to see if there's really a way for me to get myself out of here. Then I finally understood something from the way he kept acting intimate with the girls. Is he trying to make me jealous?

If it couldn’t be her lover, it gave her peace; then it didn't mean someone else could be where she couldn’t, would provide her peace either. “I wanted to make Jessica jealous, I want her to be mine, let us act for a while and then break up.” Shrugging his shoulders, he explained calmly. The idea of being used for him to gain someone else's recognition made her heart clench. “If you do that, we can be friends again.” “But, why me? You could get any girl to do that.” Her resonance went lower, sadder. “First, you asked if you would do anything yourself so I told you. Second…”

he said, I approached him. “Maybe she’s trying to win you back…” I started, “she knew there’s no hope, I told her, she’s trying to humiliate me in front of my friends, and to hurt me” he interrupted, still frustrated. “I think her plan worked…are you jealous?” I said, he looked me in the eyes, “honestly…I’m not jealous, I just don’t believe that she couldn’t leave in peace…” he explained, seeming calm, but he was disappointed.

He wanted me to see that I meant nothing to him. “Your girlfriend might be watching. You wouldn’t want to upset her.” I muttered. My voice a bit shaky. A small smile curls up the corner of his lips, “You are jealous.” He accused. “No…” I lied, trying to compose myself. “Why would I be?… I fucking hate you. Why can’t you see that?”