Boyfriend Duties Novels & Stories

Fiona Forger pouted, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness as she called him, "Help me hold the phone, and by the way, I want to eat cherries." The great boss furrowed his brows slightly. Wasn't she the one supposed to be doing the work? Miss Forger hesitated momentarily when she saw his expression, but in the end, she didn't say anything and continued sitting quietly on the chair. Who said he could claim to be her boyfriend and not do anything? Isn't a boyfriend supposed to be helpful? He probably wouldn't be angry. Two minutes later, the phone was handed to her, and the cherries she wanted to eat were washed clean and placed in front of her.

“You can’t stop me from seeing Matt. If I want to go out with him, I will. I don’t need a chaperone either. You’re going to have to trust me to keep my promise all on my own.” He pondered it for a moment, biting at his lip in a familiar gesture. Most of the time, I didn’t see the resemblance between us, but we shared some mannerisms. “Alright, fine,” he said. “But you also have to continue doing your duties here and your schoolwork. And see you friends every once in a while.” “I wasn’t planning on being one of those girls.” He gave me a questioning look. “That forgets about everything else just because she has a boyfriend.”

can you really blame me Addison 2:37PM i literally have no idea why is that boyfriend 💖 2:38PM i’m honestly so tired Addison 2:38PM well this little conversation was nice and weird but i am starving and need to order food and get back to my job thank you boyfriend 💖 2:38PM ok! don’t forget to send me the info Addison 2:39PM i’ll send it when i’m done work. also to be completely serious for a moment: thank you, i really appreciate that you are coming with me boyfriend 💖 2:40PM don’t worry about it. i’ve never been one to turn down a free meal. plus i’m bulking right now

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

He might not know it yet, but he is. "Is your boyfriend gone already?" I heard my brother say, his loud steps echoing round the whole empty house. "He is not my boyfriend." I rolled my eyes. "Okay, friend with benefit." He shrugged. "Shut up." I snapped. "I'm only speaking facts." He said as he opened the door to our refrigerator and poured himself a glass of orange juice. I watched him as he downed the entire cup in one go before pouring another one. "I don't want him to hurt you that's all. I am older than you, that means it is my duty to watch over you."

Frederick reincorporated immediately and lunged over him again, taking him by the lapels of his shirt, and screamed at him with an animal potency that silenced the engines of the plane completely: "HE IS NOT MY GODDAMN STEPBROTHER, YOU GODDAMN PIECE-OF-SHIT MORON!! HE IS MY GODDAMN BOYFRIEND! HE BELONGS TO ME AND ONLY TO ME...!!". Before that atrocious shout, I was left completely stunned in the middle of the aisle, with my hands frozen in the air and my breathing stopping completely in my chest. Boyfriend? Since when the fuck were we boyfriends?!

I think Bram knows I might need just one more kiss, because he stands up as I stand there, not moving at all. "I'll see you tomorrow, then," he murmurs in a very tiny voice, then he reaches for me again. He holds my face very gently and leans down enough to kiss me, softer this time, slower. I kiss him back the same way. This fuck-buddies thing is really nice, I don't know why are people always complaining. It's basically the same as having a boyfriend, only without the title and the rules and the fighting and the yelling and the abusing... "Text me when you get home," Bram murmurs against my lips. "I will." I force myself to pull away before I get sucked into the moment again.

His eyes were bright with pure happiness, and he flashed his lopsided smile at me. "That was a great last play, babe." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Hi." "Hi." He chuckled, and pulled me in tighter. "I've been waiting to see you all day." "Would you two please get a room?" Rhys Tyler, Danny's best friend and senior co-captain, whined. "I mean, you're really killing my eligible bachelor status here, Schwinn." He chuckled. Rhys had just recently broken up with his boyfriend of a year, and was uncomfortably single.

“Yes, he knows I have a boyfriend but he’s playing hard to get.” “Siobhan…you know what? Do what you want but you are not recruiting me to get this boy for you. You’re on your own here.” “Yeah, I wasn’t going to ask for your help. This is one boy I can get on my own.” “Good but when trouble comes knocking in the name of Andre or his sister, you better not come running to me for help.” “Ugh his sister, I can’t deal with her,” she cringed. “She just stares and stares and sometimes I think she’s out to get me.”

The older man gave his partner a look of sorrow as he carried Cassie out into the hall. Meanwhile, Luke had been at work when the first call from his frantic-soon-to-be wife came. He tried to dismiss her worries. Felicia tended to become overly anxious at times, especially after a long night of work at the hospital. Maybe William was drunk playing Call of Duty or any shenanigans his elder brother could often get up to without proper supervision. Yet Luke couldn't shake the feeling something wasn't right. Then on the second call, Felicia wouldn't stop crying and told him to come to the hospital.