Boyfriend Duties Novels & Stories

“I can ask him.” “That’s boyfriend duties.” She copies the words on the board to her note. Looking up from her note, she says, “You don’t even need to ask him, Cathy.” Is that how this works? What are my duties as his girlfriend? Sex? Hugs? Kisses? I prefer the modus operandi with Calum. Nothing was stated but everything fell into place. Stop, I can’t think about him. Forcing a laugh, I say, “Meh, okay.”

"Who is that guy, Anya? The man who is going to propose to you? Have you known each other before?" "We know each other, Dad, he's Anya's boyfriend." "What the hell, An, if you have a boyfriend why haven't you told mom and dad? Do you not think of us anymore?" "Mom, calm down first, let's listen to Anya's explanation." "Mom, Dad, before Anya apologizes if she has disappointed you for the fact that Anya said earlier. It's not that Anya wants to hide all of this, but because our conditions are not possible, so we agreed to keep our relationship a secret."

“Yes, very true. Very hardworking, too. Ever since you became my girlfriend, you’ve been acing every single one of your wifely duties… except one. Hmm. I wonder when that will happen!” He was teasing her, but hearing it in a mechanical voice just made the entire thing feel even weirder. Deirdre blushed so hard her cheeks were red. Kyran brushed her hair aside. “I was joking. The only duty you have is to be by my side. Nothing more.” She buried her head into his chest and hummed. They hugged for a while. “Feeling better?” he asked. Deirdre froze. Her emotions seemed to be kicked up in a cloud. She forced a smile. “What do you mean? I’m feeling generally good, aren’t I?”

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."

Boyfriend? I wish... But...

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.