Novel & Cerita Boyfriend Duties

I became his instant girlfriend-wife which is weird on my part. It's my job to serve him because I am his maid but my job goes beyond that when it comes to him. I don't have any complaints about that, but sometimes, it feels like it's wrong. It's wrong for me to do those things because we didn’t really commit to each other.

As he heads towards the washroom, the phone rings again, this time he is red with anger, " I told you I don't know -!" " Mr. I don't know what's your problem with your girlfriend! But you should be responsible enough to make sure she is protected. Her all friends have left her all alone. The only person who is receiving the call is you -!" " Listen!" He cuts off, " I don't know her. I don't -!" " Miss. Who is this man? He doesn't recognise you!" The bartender asks, making Danny furious. " My boyfriend!" Tiara giggles... " My Imaginary boyfriend!"

To end two years of long distance, I quit my job behind my boyfriend's back on Valentine's Day and moved to his city. The candlelit dinner he'd promised to welcome me turned into him leaving halfway through when his boss Diana called, asking him to entertain a client over drinks. I told myself it was just the way corporate life worked. We made plans to see an exhibition that weekend. We'd barely reached the entrance when another call pulled him away to fix an urgent proposal for Diana. I told myself he was just ambitious. We'd planned an island getaway to celebrate my birthday. The night before we were supposed to leave, he called. His voice was tinged with guilt. "Diana says this business t

For the first time, I spoke gently, like a girl in love, and he responded in a tender tone I had never known from him before. If that was really nothing, then who had I been to him? My wrist ached where he held it so tightly, and suddenly I felt like crying. He claimed to be my boyfriend, and I allowed him to toy with me while keeping my feelings secret. When he said he wasn't, I had to pull back, behave as I should, and even help him with someone else's romance. Our relationship had always been dictated by him. I took a deep breath and lifted my chin, fighting back tears, and forced the lightest, most casual tone I could muster. "Jason, you're such a fool—you really got tricked. I haven't l

"I'm just tired." "But we were together for three years." "Three years." I nodded. "How many times did I pay your rent? When you got sick, I took care of you. When you were in a bad mood, I talked you through it. When you flirted with other girls, I let it slide. You kept telling me I was overthinking, and eventually, I believed you." He opened his mouth. Nothing came out. "You know what hurt most? It wasn't seeing you eating fish stew with Jenny. It wasn't the condoms in her bag. It wasn't the hickey on your neck."

In my mind, I was still going over the words Elizabeth had spoken — obligations with the Council. Hunter’s voice brought me back. “What are you thinking about?” he asked. “Apparently her boyfriend works for the Council.” I emptied my glass in one go. Erik looked up. “You’re kidding.” “Apparently he has to work during the gala, so he can’t take her as his date,” I continued. “I didn’t know the Council had any duties during the gala — did you?” I asked, with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. Hunter snorted. “That sounds like something he wants her to believe.” “She wants to believe him,” I said.

She was actually quite nice, I guess, with a witty sense of humor. "Olamide na! Buy lunch for me with your money." "Why?" "Cos you're my bestfriend." "And?" "And I'm your baby." Mide snorted, "And?" "And I'm the boyfriend in this relationship." "Abi this one is mad ni. Boyfriend ko. Everyone knows I'm the boyfriend in this relationship." "But I'm older!" "So?" "So I'm supposed to be the boyfriend. That is if we were like, you know, gay and all. Wait, do they like have any boyfriend/girlfriend titles? Or do they just stick with the girlfriend/girlfriend thing?"

he responds, being simplistic. “It should have been a matter between the two of you during the courtship and engagement period, you know?” The friend insists after comparing her father's enthusiasm and her mother's lack of it. "Serious?" Rúbia responds, with sarcasm. “We have so many luaus here” the friend continues “my boyfriend would stay with me for hours, from Saturday to Sunday, until dawn!” "Serious? Don’t tell me…” comments Rúbia, cynically.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.

I told her. "What do you mean?"she asked me. "Anastasia, I'm your boyfriend now right?" I asked. "Yes you are but I'm just thinking about you. Maybe you're ashamed to be with me"she replied. "Are your exes like that with you? Well, I'm not like that" I answered seriously and held her hand. I saw her smile at what I did and I was comfortable at those times even though other people were looking at us. I don't care anymore.