Why Would He Try To Make Me Jealous Novels & Stories

It is just a phase and I will be okay once my mind will be at ease that he is with someone else. “But why does my mind need to be at ease? Why?” I filled my mouth with air and then set it free, breathing in and out to calm myself down. “Actually, I am not even jealous,” I forced a smile across my lips and got up on my feet. “He wants me to be jealous so I shouldn’t be,” it all made sense. He was bitter that I didn’t react as he wanted me to when he blew her off. “So, I am going to help him for this date and teach him a lesson,” I smirked, reaching his bed and picking a shirt for him.

"He needs to think he doesn't have a chance with him. That will make him want you more." I examine my friend tiredly, shaking my head. "That's not how it works, Malin." She gets to her feet, pacing around the table to our side, flexing her fingers. I shrink into my seat some more, wary of that look in her eyes. That darkness was there when she first found me, when she lured me into this idea that is now my entire life. "Sure it is," she implores. "We need to make him jealous."

I asked with a sharp, cruel smile. “You wish that for me?” he said, his face darkening. “Oh no, don't get me wrong. Of course not. I don't want to be the wife of a failed husband,” I said, keeping the smile fixed on my face. Then he got up from his chair and started walking towards me with a serious face. What he is doing is making him angry. Is his company really losing it? But I knew that words didn't hurt this man. He sat down and held my leg.

When all food tasted bland to me, he would head into the kitchen and make me a steaming hot meal of macaroni. When I felt lonely and abandoned, he even gifted me a pot of exotic Moonshine Lily. Its bluish glow lit up the dark, as though it was trying to tell me I was no longer alone. I shouldn't have lied to myself… I'd since long been helplessly in love with Ethan. However, I wasn't the person he loved. He was such a remarkable person. How could I selfishly keep him by my side and keep him from achieving happiness? That night, I went to the study.

I spat annoyingly at him. He is such an idiot! "Are you jealous then?" he suddenly asked smirking at me. Is this man seriously serious. And I think he is bipolar too. Why would I be jealous of anyone? "Why would I?" I asked frustratedly. "Because I fucked her but not you." he said cockily. My hands itched to slap his face. I pushed him away from me, not like I came move this giant. He himself left me and stood few inches away from me.

That woman is just pretending to be miserable in front of him to get his side. "And you are hurting me so much, too," I almost whispered to him. I tried to understand them, but why can't they understand me, too? Is it really that hard to do? "You are jealous of the person who is going through a difficult situation," he firmly emphasized and I can already read the annoyance in his tone. "Right," I agreed and nodded my head, and when I looked at him, my tears started flowing. "I'm jealous of the person who's using her situation just to get you." I spilled out and I turned my back on him.

I have to feel that control, otherwise, I will lose my mind. "Someone very powerful is trying to stop me from buying Whittle." He approaches me but stops just before he reaches the bed like he's scared to touch me. "I will do everything in my power to not have a repeat of last night, okay?" I believe him. I trust him, but how many others are out there trying to stop him? Is this why they need decoys? Is this what all the fake marriages are about? I understand it now, but I don't know if I'd be satisfied if someone else was tied to him, even if it was just for show. I've learned that I'm extremely jealous when it comes to him.

“Do not pretend to be someone you are not.” “What I do is none of your business, Dante,” I shot back. “If I want to sleep with someone else, I will.” “Angela, stop,” he said in a low, warning voice. “Stop what?” I asked, growing more irritated. “Stop trying to make me angry. Stop trying to make me jealous,” he said. Jealous? That word almost made me laugh. He actually thought I was trying to make him jealous? For that to happen, he would need to care about me, and he had already proven that he did not.

He likes seeing me in misery. "Slow down, you will fall," he said from behind, but I didn't stop. I didn't care if any stupid paparazzi would click our pictures in distress. "What is wrong with you?" Everything is wrong with me. Feeling jealous is what is wrong with me. Wanting him only for me is what is wrong with me.

I asked, anger clear in my voice as I glared at the man in front of me "I want to talk to you" he replied simply "I think I have made this clear numerous times that I want nothing to do with you" I said through my teeth, it was difficult to control my anger "I know what you are trying to do" he said with a smirk on his face making me confused "What do you mean?" I asked "I know you are trying to make me jealous by getting close to Stephen, I know you are only trying to make me angry" he said and my eyes widened in surprise and shock before I laughed at his words