Boyfriend Duties Novels & Stories

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.”

“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.

If I was going to be involved in his life, I had to know what I was up against. “What’s a boyfriend?” Luc tilted his head to the side, and I couldn't help but chuckle when Amara’s questions came tumbling to the front of my mind. She had looked exactly the way he did right at the moment, and I concluded right there and then that maybe it was a toddler thing! I glanced outside to find Kenya deep in conversation with whoever was on the other end of the line. "A boyfriend is..." I rubbed my suddenly sweaty hands and searched for the best possible answer. "-he is mommy's special friend. He takes care of Mommy and you, he buys Mommy flowers..."

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.