All Chapters of Hi, Boyfriend!: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

001: Meeting Him AgainJORDAN POVI glared at my reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror of Neon Pulse, fury and hurt etched across my face. My hands clenched into tight fists as I stared down at the damage the wine had done to my shirt.The crimson stains spread across the fabric like a map of chaos, a constant reminder of my life here at this suffocating club.A wave of loathing washed over me. I hated this city and its choking grip, draining the life out of me. My own existence felt like a sham—a never-ending cycle of disappointment. My family had become a constant source of frustration.And this job… I hated every single minute spent at Neon Pulse: the pretentious boss, the backstabbing colleagues, the mind-numbing routine, and the damn horny bastards who patronized the place.I hated how every client saw me as nothing more than entertainment. To them, I was just a distraction, a plaything for their amusement.My role as a server had been reduced to eye candy. It wasn’t their f

, 003: Fake boyfriend **Jordan Hayes**When I suggested the fake-boyfriend idea, I half-expected Damien to dismiss it—maybe even call me out on my bullshit. Instead, he shocked me by grabbing the creep by the back of the neck and slamming his face into the bar. He beat him viciously while vociferously declaring I belonged to him and threatening severe consequences to anyone who dared bother me again.I watched from the corner as Damien hauled the man up, slamming his face down again. Blood dripped onto the chipped wood. Everyone cleared out fast, scattering like they'd seen a ghost.I should have been relieved someone finally stopped the harassment. Instead, guilt washed over me like a heavy blanket. The bar—once packed—was now empty. My chest tightened until I could barely draw breath. What the hell was I supposed to do now?Every time I glanced at Matt, he pleaded with his eyes for me to intervene. I straightened and walked toward the chaos."Jordan, don't," Noah called, shaking

005: Hi, Boyfriend!**Jordan Hayes**After the call with Ethan, I felt increasingly restless, unable to shake the unease that kept me awake and made sleep impossible.Ethan's revelation about the Voss family nearly shooting Dad had already unsettled me, but his hasty goodbye—without elaborating on the cryptic "something happened"—sent my imagination racing. The deafening silence from my brother afterward only deepened the worry.When I left home three years ago, my only concern had been avoiding anything that might worry my family. Ironically, I now found myself consumed by worries about their well-being.As I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, phone clutched in my hand, my mind raced with questions. One kept looping: "What have I done?"A sudden knock at the door sent me recoiling in terror. My heart hammered, eyes wide with alarm. I froze, paralyzed by fear, gaze fixed on the door, unable to step closer.Oh God, what if it's the Voss family? What if they've come to fini

007: Little LoveJordan HayesA low grunt rumbled through my chest as Damien Voss shoved me into the passenger seat of his sleek black car.I curled my fingers into tight fists and glared at him. He inched closer, his neck hovering over my face. I held my breath so I wouldn’t have to inhale him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”Damien chuckled—his chest vibrated against my arm as he tugged the seat forward and fastened my seatbelt for me.He pulled back just enough for me to see the smirk on his face. “Driving my boyfriend to work.”“This is literally kidnapping,” I flared up, throwing my head back against the headrest with a harsh groan. “And please stop calling me your boyfriend.”“Why? Aren’t we, like, boyfriends?” He asked, eyebrows drawn together as if genuinely surprised.“We are **not** boyfriends, okay? Just please stop already,” I hissed, watching as he shut the passenger door and rounded the car.He slid into the driver’s seat and turned to face me. I’d almost hoped

**Jordan Hayes**Ethan's words echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain.*"Mom is very sick. She has lung cancer. I'm sorry you didn't know—she asked me not to tell you."*As I mechanically wiped down the blender for the fifth time, my thoughts seethed with a toxic mix of anger, hurt, and pain.My brother's words cut like a knife. Mom's secret battle with lung cancer, hidden from me at her request."Did Mom hate me that much—to the point of keeping her sickness a secret from me?" I asked myself, eyes burning with unshed tears. I wished I didn't have a shift this morning. I wished I was home so I could cry myself to sleep.I'd always known Mom didn't like me much, but she shouldn't have hated me to the point of completely cropping me out of her life.She didn't want me to know she was sick.She didn't want me to come see her at the hospital because I was… me. It was obvious—she never wanted to see me again.I absentmindedly attended to customers, completely ignoring Grace and Kai . The