[My possessive Elite queen]

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Jennie POV

"Baby, please! Don't leave!"

"Jennie! I have to go."

"But please...stay..."

"You know that I can't do that..."

"But I need you! You can't just leave me like this!"

"Oh my God Jennie, stop being so dramatic, I'm only going to the club."

"But it's two hours...I won't see you for two hours..."

"Jennie, love, please, I can't be late again. They'll throw me out, and it hasn't even been a week since I entered!"

"Actually one week and Three days..."

"You keep count?"

"Uh...no?"

"..."

"..."

"Ok, I'll call you later, bye!"

She quickly kisses my cheek and run, literally run away from me.

Fuck!

"Lisa! Ow, c'mon!"

I loudly whine as I throw myself on her bed.

"Seriously...if only I could... I would burn that freaking dance club..."

It has been one week and Three days since Lisa officially joined the dance club, and since then, she spend so lesser time with me!

I'm her girlfriend! Does she likes more being in a small closed room, sweating for two damn hours, moving around like an animal, than staying with me!?

When we could do the exact same thing, but in a much more pleasurable way!

Ugh! Damnit!...

I'm this close to kidnap her and lock her in my freaking bedroom.

I'm her girlfriend anyway, it doesn't really counts as kidnapping.

After laying in bed for a few minutes, I understand that staying here, on Lisa's room, where everything smells like her, it's not exactly a good idea for my good being.

And now that I think about it too...

"Wait...ok I know Lisa won't flirt with anyone there but... she'll be there, dancing, 80% showing her body to strangers that would be probably drooling over her....WAIT, what if a bitch tries a move on my Lisa?"

Oh my goodness...

I can't let that happen!

I immediately stand up and run off the room as I dial a number on my phone.

"Sis? Help me with something"

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Lisa POV

Every day escaping Jennie's grasp is becoming harder and harder.

She doesn't want to let me get out of her sight for more than five minutes, ten if she's in a good mood.

And I really don't mind! But if she acts like this when I'm late and on my way to do something important it becomes annoying.

Ugh...

"At least she lets me do what I want to do..."

Because yes, I checked, and I'm lucky.

I found out that in the most of the relationships where one of the partners is excessively clingy or possessive, the other one, often, doesn't get to choose what they want to do and often they can't do what they'd like to.