Boyfriend Duties Novels & Stories

So Duke’s pressing responsibilities” are a little exaggerated. But now, it’s been thirty minutes and it’s seriously getting ridiculous. I huff, annoyed. I always show up on time and yet My boyfriend can’t return the favor. Instead, he always keeps me waiting and then shows up whenever he feels like it. How can our relationship be so lopsided?

We have been at it for a year now and it's been a wonderful year. I got to know that he was a prince even though he could not be considered a ruler. He is been kind and very understanding. We have gone on many splendid dates. Kyson has proved to be the best boyfriend I ever had. That is how I refer to the him now. And I am his girlfriend. Yeahh! I am so happy and satisfied with my life. I have my love and friends that love me for me not the state of me.

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

He pressed his thumb against my lower lip, pulling it between his fingers. I let out a moan before sharing a look with him. He is looking so hot right now while looking at me with those lustful eyes. "A husband has many responsibilities, including housework and business." "However, a boyfriend dedicates his attention and time to his girlfriend." "He brings her flowers to make her feel like a queen. Take her out shopping. Late-night conversations and calls." I said everything in one breath, expressing my type. He took a step back, placing his hand inside his pocket and making a gesture that I did not understand.

"So?, why did you have to continue, you could have stopped me, that's what you are here as my boyfriend" "And here I was thinking my duty is to just fuck you and spend cool dollar bills on you" He said with a playboyish smirk "Of course, that's two of the many reasons" "Many reasons?, what are your own duties" "Looking pretty?, isn't that enough for you" she said with a smile, "Or are looking for more than that, because I can assure you, you wouldn't be getting any. "So unfair. I do all the stuff and you don't do anything"

He was not interested in such foods and only got a cup of coke to drink when the voices of a young couple suddenly sounded from the side. “This chicken nugget is delicious. I’ll give it to you.” The girl ingratiatingly took the chicken nuggets and put them on the boy’s tray. The boy glared at the girl helplessly. “I don’t understand you. You’re just giving me things that you don’t want to eat yourself.” “Hehe, it’s because you’re my boyfriend. It’s a boyfriend’s responsibility to eat what his girlfriend doesn’t want to.” “Sigh, it’s too painful to be your boyfriend.”

Her friend said. Marionette is really a very dependent person. Her confidence is boosted only when she is praised by her plastic friends. I have seen her friends roll their eyes at her multiple times but she didn’t know about that, she really thought that everyone around her is loyal just because she is the alpha’s son’s girlfriend. “Let her be. I have no time to spare right now. My boyfriend is here!” She excitedly exclaimed. Her boyfriend? The Alpha’s son? Does that mean he finished his study?

“If you know what it looks like, why are you denying it? You spend more time with him than any other guy friend. Including one-on-one time and inviting him to Thanksgiving at your house. That’s totally boyfriend territory!” “It really isn’t like that though. His only other friend is my brother-in-law so I thought it would be nice to include him, that’s all. He doesn’t have any family either as far as I know and no one should be alone on a holiday. We’re skateboard buddies but that’s the extent of it.”

I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting his in that quiet embrace. His eyes flashed with worry, his hold firm, as though I'd disappear if he let go. Sparks bloomed where our fingers touched, racing down my spine and settling deep in my stomach, transforming into something I could only describe as butterflies. "Careful," he murmured, his voice rough, laced with concern that looked too genuine to be fake. Grayson was this cold, rude, brooding guy who happened to be my boyfriend's brother. Always had been. Always would be.

My steps quickened as I tried my best to reach my office before breaking down. I paused when I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped in. He was seated in my chair, a smile plastered across his face. His short, curly hair fell onto his forehead, giving him a slightly boyish charm. He was dressed in a pristine white shirt tucked into black slacks. “I thought I’d take you home,” he said. Despite the turmoil inside me, I felt my lips curve upwards. Nathiel Brooks. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first kiss.