Why Would He Try To Make Me Jealous Novels & Stories

I prefer to give him a little time; I don’t want to force his hand. - And what if you made him jealous? - What do you mean by that? - It’s you who has always chased after him. What if you did something to change the trend?

Although I never wanted that friendship to end, Randy was always trying to overshadow me in everything… his competitiveness left him jealous and envious over my success which he then swore to bring me down no matter what. “Why would he want to kill you?” Aria's soft expression pulled from my thoughts. Shaking my head, I sat down at the slab, looking out at the moon and the snow. Remeinsnecong, on the words she said earlier. Her cute jealous act made me smile, and an image of her cheeks burning in embarrassment flashed in my memory. “He just hates me, and as earlier stated, he is looking for ways to bring me down” I said not sparing her any glance, as I tried to shake off her image from my he

I turned and walked off, shoving past the hedges, eyes blurry with heat I refused to let fall. Why would he pick me of all people to make his hot ex jealous? Is this some kind of sick joke?

Just when I thought she was being used, I figured out that I was the one being used to make her jealous. “Are you trying to tell me that you’re doing this to make her jealous? I am just an actress in your game of trying to make your wife fall in love with you again.” I was so upset with him that I couldn’t keep my words together; I was just saying them the way it hurts because I’m so frustrated right now, and I cannot believe that he actually said such a thing to my face without thinking about how I’m going to feel about what he’s saying.

I couldn't tell him that anyway; it wasn't part of the plan. Provoke him, make him jealous, mention the other two; that's his weakness. If you feel so much for me, how come you're willing to share me? - His shoulders stiffened. How come it doesn't bother you to know that they're going to have me too? - His hands curled into fists. Bingo.

I murmured, rolling my eyes while he just scoffed. “If he can be doing that then why can’t you do that too?” He asked and I raised my brows in question. What was he trying to say? “What do you mean?” I demanded. “I meanz why can’t you make him jealous in return? Why can’t you find a guy that will just…help you make him jealous?” He asked. And then a stupid and reckless idea came to my head. Very stupid and reckless that I wouldn’t have thought of normally but I only thought of it because I wasn’t in the right state of mind.

I said, trying not to sound jealous. “Do you really believe that?” I could feel his stare burning the back of my neck. “I don’t know; it looked pretty believable when you had your tongue down her throat.” My head was still focused on the glass of water. He stepped close enough to me for his scent to intoxicate me. His fingers traced my cheek, found my chin, and lifted it up. “I only did that to make you jealous. I endured all that just to get to you. Why can’t you see how much I freaking love you?” His voice was sharp, tinged with frustration.

Why can't I stand this coldness from him? Why do I miss him so much? And am I jealous?? Yes. Why?! Some of my ex sugar babies would hang out with other people to get me jealous, but it never fucking worked because my relationship with them was businesslike indeed. They wanted me to act like some jealous boyfriend but I never did, and they would give up their stupid games and come back to me. I broke up with all the ones that tried to make me more than their sugar daddy. That were even desperate to make me their boyfriend.

“He tried so hard to keep you from being alone with me.” “That’s because he doesn’t trust you to not be an ass,” I said. “Are you sure it’s not because he wanted to keep you for himself?” he asked. “Maybe that’s the real reason they didn’t touch each other last night. You got in the way!” “You still didn’t tell me how you know that.” “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “What you should be worried about is how you take advantage of his jealousy.” “I don’t want to ‘take advantage’ of him,” I said, making air quotes with my fingers.

"By making me pretend to be yours when you've made it crystal clear you want nothing to do with me?" His eyes flash with something dark and dangerous. "You have no idea what I want." The air between us crackles with tension. My heat makes every nerve ending hypersensitive, and having him this close is torture. "Then tell me," I challenge, tilting my chin up defiantly. "Because from where I'm standing, you want me when it's convenient for you. When you need to make your ex jealous or—" "I wasn't trying to make her jealous." He's so close now I can feel the heat radiating off him. "I was trying to make her leave you alone. Vanessa can be cruel if she wants to be..."