Boyfriend Duties Novels & Stories

"How could you?" Collen's eyes widened in shock, his expression a mixture of confusion and hurt. "Allison, you wanted this too. You can't deny it." "I didn't want this!" I shouted, my hands shaking. And you knew! You knew everything and yet... You did this." Collen's face hardened, his eyes flashing with anger momentarily. "Don't you dare put this all on me, Allison. Do you think I don't wrestle with my demons? Do you think it's so easy for me? I have to live with the fact that you're sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend. What does that make you?"

“Besides, if you had gone to help her when that man threw the iced cola on her, she would’ve found out that you were following her and observing her in secret. “August, I’m helping you test your love! I’m helping you pick a wife who won’t leave your side regardless of how much money you have!” “I went overboard. I saw that man was mistreating her, but I didn’t even help. I’m not a good boyfriend!” August sounded regretful. “You did nothing wrong. Think about it. Your previous girlfriends all dated you because of your money. They spent your money, cheated on you, and got themselves some sugar babies!

It read: #CONTRACT_DEED_FOR_DATING #MRS_JOHNSON_AISHA I,.............accept the contract deal to be the boyfriend for Mrs Johnson Aisha for four weeks. During these four weeks, I agree to abide by the rules and regulations bond to me by signing this contract. These rules including: 1. No sex with Mrs Johnson till the four weeks of the contract has been concluded. 2. No sex with any outsider, be it male or female. As a boyfriend to Mrs Johnson Aisha, I promise to remain faithful to her alone and never to go out of character to cheat on her for any reasons whatsoever.

I waited. He didn’t say a thing. “Exactly,” I muttered, sidestepping him. "Did we create boundaries?" “Yes we did. Have you forgotten?” "Yeah. I have. Maybe I need you to remind me." “Then explain it,” I snapped, spinning around. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks pretty simple. I told you. We fuck and that's about it. Anything else, it's not in the equation. We are nothing more than fuck buddies. I don't need you to care about me or me to care about you. So stop asking me questions as if you are my boyfriend. You are not."

At 9 AM, they stood up. Matthew hugged Damon. It was awkward. Stiff. Two men who did not know how to be soft. But they held on. And when they pulled apart, both of them were crying. I was crying too. The waitress handed me a napkin. "You are a mess, hon." "I know." "Who are they?" "My boyfriend and his son." "Ah." "That is all you have to say?" "Sometimes that is all there is to say." She walked away. --- Damon walked to my table.

"You haven't contacted me in days. If I didn't come to find you, I'm afraid you would forget all about me!" With that cool, domineering CEO face of his, who could possibly resist? I could feel my face slowly burning. To avoid losing face in front of my little boyfriend, I brushed right past him and offered a terribly awkward excuse. "How could I? Aren't I out here working hard to make money to support you?" David leaned in closer and smiled. "Actually, I can support you instead. That way, you won't have to work so hard." Look at that, what a great boyfriend.

“But my boyfriend is Luke, sir.” He just shrugged and spoke up again, "Also, my son has...a heart disease." What?

"You were groping Raphael's—what was it again? Yeah, real virtuous." She choked, speechless. I turned to fix Raphael's wrinkled tie with a gentle smile. "Thanks, honey, for introducing me to my boyfriend. I like him a lot. His kisses are real sweet. But yours? Not even a dog would want them." Raphael was furious, practically shaking. But he'd brought shame to both families. And now, the Lindt family owed me—big time.

Kelsey paused for a moment, "No, it's not like that ... he's a keeper, right?" Julie raised her eyebrows, "Of course he's a keeper, he's the most responsible boyfriend you've ever had, he's a future businessman, smart and mature, he's a total keeper," she complimented him. "I'm glad you approve," Kelsey was amused. She stared at her best friend who was so caught up in whatever she was working on in her laptop. "How are things with you and Preston?" she asked. Julie shrugged a shoulder, "It's fine." Trying to get her to talk specifics is like trying to pry open a can without a can opener.

The same look he’s been giving me since last week when he asked that we become something more than fuckbuddies. “A boyfriend might stay Aria. He might even wait here for you to go deal with your brother’s whore and then fuck you out of your brains when you get back. But me, I'm just a fuckbuddy. We don’t have too much patience when it comes to these things.” My hands fist the bedsheets and I keep my response in. Why is he acting like such a little shit? “Aria! Aria, I'm not playing a prank on you! I need you out..”