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Jealousy Trap
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2025-02-01 20:05:11Susan
If picking fights didn’t work, I needed another approach. So I went for something foolproof. Making him jealous. The idea was simple...if Elliot thought I had my eyes on someone else, his pride would never let him stay in this relationship. He’d break things off himself, and I wouldn’t have to be the villain. The only problem? Elliot Prescott was completely and utterly unshakable. It started at work. I picked the most charming, good-looking guy in the office...Derek Stone. He was tall, well-dressed, and had the kind of easy smile that made every woman swoon. More importantly, he had zero interest in me. We were friendly, nothing more. So I made sure Elliot saw us together. At lunch, I leaned just a little too close. I laughed at everything Derek said, even when it wasn’t funny. I let my fingers linger on his forearm as if he’d just told me the most fascinating story in the world. And Elliot? He just watched. His sharp blue eyes tracked my every move, his fingers tapping slowly against his glass of water. But he said nothing. That night, I took it a step further. I left my office exactly at the same time as Derek and casually suggested we share a cab. Purely innocent. But I knew Elliot was watching. I made sure to brush my hair over my shoulder, expose my neck just a little, tilt my face toward Derek as if I was completely enthralled. And what did Elliot do? Nothing. He just leaned against his car, arms crossed, smirking. When I got home that night, frustration buzzed under my skin. I grabbed my phone and texted Meera. Me: Why is this not working?! Meera: Maybe because he knows exactly what you’re doing? Me: He’s supposed to get jealous. He’s supposed to hate me and break up with me. Meera: Susan… Me: Don’t "Susan" me. I need a new plan. The next morning, I amped up the game. At the office, I made sure to call Derek “handsome” loud enough for Elliot to hear. At lunch, I "accidentally" dropped my fork and let Derek pick it up, giving him a grateful smile while I touched his shoulder. At a team meeting, I laughed at one of Derek’s jokes and casually said, “God, you’re the funniest guy I’ve ever met.” Elliot’s reaction? A slow, knowing smirk. That’s it. That’s all I got. Not even a flicker of jealousy. No possessive glare. Nothing. By the end of the day, I was fuming. That night, at home, I got a text from him. Elliot: You’re adorable when you try too hard. My stomach dropped. I stared at the message, my fingers tightening around my phone. Me: What are you talking about? Elliot: Derek? Really? That’s your grand plan? Me: … Elliot: You can flirt with every man in that office, sweetheart. It won’t change the fact that you’re mine. My heart pounded. I had never wanted to throw my phone across the room more in my life. **** Elliot Susan thought she was clever. She thought she could make me jealous. Thought she could push me away by batting her eyelashes at another man. Cute. I let her play her little game. Let her tease, let her laugh, let her pretend she was interested in someone else. But I knew her. I saw the way her hands fidgeted when she thought I wasn’t looking. The way her eyes darted toward me after every fake little laugh. The way her pulse raced whenever I got close. She was trying so hard to push me away. But she wasn’t going anywhere. And neither was I. The more she pushes me away, the more clingy I'd become.Related chapters
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