Boyfriend From Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

Her smile was overly bright and greedy. Richard breathed a sigh of relief—he had indeed read her right. Emily's greed meant she could be swayed with money. Nick limped into the room from the inner chamber. "I just heard the word 'boyfriend.' Who's got a boyfriend?" "Me, Dad introduced me to a rich and doting boyfriend," Emily said with a grin. "Who is he? Do I know him?" Nick asked, curious about his sister's new romance. "Baldwin Valleri," Emily answered nonchalantly.

"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.

Well, he was the first to make a move. We were about to enter the complex when Jaylen stepped out. He grinned at me, “Hey River! Haven’t seen you in a while. How are you?” I blushed and felt Zach squeeze my hand tighter. “Hey Jaylen, I’ve been good. This is Zach by the way. I haven’t introduced him to you but he’s my best–” “Boyfriend. Soon to be her boyfriend.” Zach interrupted. “Oh, okay. I’m Jaylen, it’s nice to meet you.” Jaylen held out his hand and for a moment I was scared Zach would diss it, but he didn’t. Zach shook it. “Same.”

"It's not your fault." He smiled at me apologetically then turned his focus to somebody in front of us. His face lit up and I watched as he ran ahead of me a little. I watched in confusion. Suddenly he was locking lips with some guy with dark hair and blue eyes. I deflated a little. Great. Ash had a boyfriend. I soon caught up to Ash and his mysterious boy. Ash glanced at me apologetically again and wrapped his arm around the boy's waist. He said, "Max, this is my boyfriend Jazz. Jazz, this is Maxxie. He's my new neighbor."

She held up her drawing, a colorful sketch of four figures holding hands under a bright sun. “Look, Mommy! I made this for you!” she said, her voice bubbling with pride. “That’s me, you, Grandpa Emerson, and Mr. Hayes—your boyfriend!” I laughed, a giddy, heartfelt sound, my cheeks flushing at the word. Boyfriend. It felt delicious, like a secret I wanted to savor. Shawn, with his goofy grin and unwavering heart, was mine, and the thought made my soul sing. “Boyfriend, huh?” I said, teasing, ruffling her curls. “You’re pretty smart, aren’t you?”

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.

She told them. “Well, I can. It must be Tom, in fact I’m sure it’s Tom.” He told them. “And who in blazes is Tom?” Bruce asked. “Liza’s boyfriend. You see, Liza is my employee and there was a time I witnessed her boyfriend’s brutality.” Briefly he explained the incident he witnessed at Oriental hotel to them. “So you see, from what Suzanne said, I have every conviction this evil was from her boyfriend.” He told them. And just at that moment, Suzanne gave a small shout and they all turned to look at her.

Not a single private touch. He played the perfect boyfriend all day, helping Mom with chores around the house, watching TV cuddled up with her on the couch, even agreeing to run errands with her in the afternoon. I stayed home alone, pacing my room like a caged animal, checking my phone every few minutes like a pathetic addict waiting for a fix. The screen stayed dark. No messages. No secret knocks on my door. Just agonizing silence that made the ache between my legs even worse.

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."

Bash spat . Storm carried the food tray and dropped it on the floor then moved closer to Bash who in turn moved away. He grabbed Bash’s hands to stop him from running away. He trapped Bash’s jaw between his thumb and index finger and made him look in his eyes. “I know you don’t want to be my boy but how about I become your boyfriend? “ Bash partially narrowed his confused eyes. “What are you talking about?” “Bashir Amor Harvey, I will be your boyfriend—”