Why Would He Try To Make Me Jealous Novels & Stories

He yelled at me, and i turned sharply to glare at him. “You don't you fucking yell at me like i am some sort of a toddler!” I gripped his blue color collar, my eyes cold and red. “Okay, okay! Look, I am sorry but trying to drown yourself in alcohol won't help you, man!” He said and i sighs out, raking my hair vigorously. My heart feeling like it's being torn apart, my soul in auguish. “I am planning on making her jealous by trying to make it looks like I am cheating on her with someone else!” I said still standing, and he frowned hard.

“Oh really? And what’s your plan for that?” He grinned. “Well, for starters, we could get back at him. Maybe show him what he’s missing out on.” I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “What do you mean?” He shrugged, still smiling. “Nothing too serious. Just a little fun. Something to remind Matteo that he can’t take you for granted.” I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to read his expression. “And how would I do that?” “Oh, I don’t know… Maybe make him think you’re not as available as he assumes. Go out and have some fun. Stop waiting around for him. In conclusion, make him jealous.”

He exclaims. I use my leg to trip him causing him to fall on the ground. "Then why did you bring her down here and what was up with you and her in the living room"I question him. He uses him hands to push himself up so his standing facing me. "I did that to get you jealous because I knew if i just told you that you like Skylar you would've threatened to kill me" he says with a triumphant look on his face. "And from how jealous you look right now I'd say you like her alot"He grins.

"Well he's in college and Georgia says he's kind of a player, he uses guys just for sex." "Maybe that's what you need, can't be a virgin forever Baz." Are you fucking kidding me? Here I am trying to make him jealous and he's just insulting me, why do I even bother?

He cared enough about me to become jealous. "Shut up! Maybe I am," he says and has a small smile. "Why?" I ask, wanting to know more. "How could you possibly feel jealous?" It was a genuine question. I didn't understand how he could feel jealous when he meant so much to me. He smiled to himself. "Tell me," I whine, and I shake his arm. "Do that again, your breast shake beautifully when you do," he teases. I shake my head and grab the blanket and cover my chest. "So you don't get distracted, now tell me, please."

“Can I get both?” His chin moves. “Make her jealous.” I straighten up. “How?” “You said you have a mate?” “Yes…” “Then make her jealous with your mate. She'll come running to you. Women can't bear seeing another woman with the man they love. Although this feeling is usually more dominant in men, if she still feels something for you, she can't hold back.” He grins cockily. I'm a bit flustered. “And if she doesn't come to me?”

I wasn’t even asking for all the strings yet; I wouldn’t mind just the exclusivity string attached. Realistically, the only reason I’d successfully hidden my feelings around him was the fact that he hadn’t made me jealous yet. The minute I saw him with another person, I was sure my dam would break. I was a very jealous man, and it was so annoying that we weren’t exclusive. I technically had no right to fight him if he tried to date someone, although I’d do everything in the wide expanse of my power to ensure that person was relocated to the Sahara that very day.

“And since I’m neither of those things, you don’t have any claim over me. Which makes all these irritating actions you keep showing… completely pointless.” And, suddenly, he took a slow step forward, closing just enough distance for his presence to press a little harder into the space between us. “If I told you that I don’t like seeing you with other men especially low-ranked ones, would that change anything?” His stare didn’t waver. “Like I said, I only get mad because I’m seeing how easily you’re able to be comfortable with others. And I thought, I was the only one you were like that with.” “Jealousy,” he said next. “Can show up in different ways, whether it’s toward your mate, your friend

“I’m doing this because I’ve finally figured out how to make Sean notice me.” Her excitement was palpable, but I could only feel a sinking dread in the pit of my stomach. This wasn’t going to end well; I just knew it. “And what does that have to do with me?” “Everything!” she said, stepping closer to me and lowering her voice conspiratorially. “You’re the perfect guy to make him jealous. You’re handsome, you’ve got charisma, and you’ve got the money. If he sees me dancing with you, laughing with you... he’ll think there’s something more going on. He’s gonna be so jealous that he’ll want me back.”

Isn't it hard for her to throw away her self-respect out of the window for a guy who doesn't even care? “Finally. The baby understands what's happening.” He belittles me again with that stupid grin still playing on his lips. Any onlooker will be in the misconception that he is talking about sweet things to me, looking at me with love-filled eyes. If only they could get a closer look. “Tell me, are you so hellbent on making her jealous because of your sick pleasure or because you want to enrage her so that she makes a rushed mistake?” My question causes him to ponder even though it's just for a split second.