Romans & histoires Boyfriend Game Peter

“Where’s my little champ?” “He’s home,” I said, smiling at the thought of Valen. “And he’s been waiting for you.” My attention shifted to a young woman standing quietly beside Peter. She looked shy but gorgeous, her radiant smile framed by soft waves of dark hair. Peter rested a hand on her shoulder, his grin widening. “This is Lisa,” he said proudly. “My girlfriend.” “Girlfriend?” I exclaimed, stepping forward to hug her. “It’s so nice to meet you, Lisa. Peter didn’t tell me he was bringing someone so lovely.”

"You’ve always been too nice, Arabella Leovough." I chuckle and drop my head. When I lift my gaze, Peter is staring at me with a look I’d rather not decipher and I clear my throat, keeping my stare blank as I speak. "And Peter?" He responds with a hum and I continue. "Don’t do that to any other girl. Until you’ve gotten better or found one who’s willing to embrace that side of you. Don’t do what you did with me." "I won’t. Thank you, Arabella." He mumbles, and I nod. Peter looks around me before his gaze falls on me again. "Where’s your boyfriend? I don’t see him around."

I had always known Tom had a thing for me but I never gave him a chance because I had Rowan. Tom was way more handsome than Rowan, with the tempting hazel eyes and plump heart shaped lips that always looked so succulent, they begged to be kissed. "So, uh, Jade, how's that boyfriend of yours. I think it was Matthew? Peter?" Tom said, sounding sarcastic. He never really liked Rowan and would always tell me I deserved someone better. And I bet that someone was him in a pretext. "They're no longer together. That Raymond guy is an a**hole." Valerie fumed.

Paint me as the wild wife gone rogue. I didn't know who started it. But if I was already in the game, I wasn't going to back down. I downed the drink in front of me and stood, slow and steady, ready to smash that phone to pieces. But I tripped—one foot over the other—and stumbled back, landing right in Tom's lap. He didn't miss a beat. He said playfully, "What, are we playing in my lap now? More exciting that way?" Raphael's face twisted like he'd swallowed a fly.

Why did it feel like I was the one who’d been caught? I hadn’t done anything wrong. If anyone was at fault, it was Nate. He’d ignored me—his girlfriend—and driven some other girl home. Shawn noticed Nate too. “That man looks like he might murder me… is he your boyfriend?” Before I could speak, Nate answered for me. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Nate Hart. And you are…?” He extended his hand politely toward Shawn—but his face said anything but polite. Shawn froze for a beat, then a mischievous grin spread across his face.

And my brother's school fees weren't going to pay themselves. So I quit the bakery. And now I was standing in the hallway of a house I didn't own listening to a woman whose last name I didn't know perform an enthusiasm I was not convinced was genuine. I contemplated going upstairs to confront him. Honestly, I think he liked it. The confrontation. The drama. Something in Liam needed the games — needed the catching and the crying and the whole performance of remorse. Maybe it made him feel wanted. Maybe it made him feel real. I had stopped trying to psychoanalyse it somewhere around girl number four.

Mild and sporadic curiosity was all she felt about those issues. Because Kate had nothing better to do, she clicked the cryptic ad and the screen swung to another window. She was using an Android OS (majority of the Filipinos were, even the ones who had iPhones, LOL) so she was redirected to Goggle Play and onto an app’s page. The cover photo was the 3D CGI of a teenage guy wearing a tuxedo and handing a bouquet of flowers to Kate, the user. The guy was effeminate and delicate-looking, the type that you would see in otome games or romance manhwas. But since it was 3D, it also resembled the Final Fantasy franchise of video games, which Kate was familiar with but only for the cutscenes and as

I said feeling bad " Who is he?" Lovie asked looking at me with a weird look " Who is who?" I got confused immediately with the question " Can I get some privacy?" Lovie asked immediately as her phone rang immediately " Who's that calling you by this hour" I asked trying to get out words from her mouth " My boyfriend of course," she said trying to push me away " Peter," we both said together " Some privacy please," Lovie said with a commanding tune " Sorry" immediately Lovie stepped aside to a part of my apartment to talk with Peter in a low tune

“Of course I have friends!” I hear a familiar voice from the hall, he joins Hunter on asking me. “Who?” I think and think again, then I realize I can only deny Hunter’s affirmation with an evasive answer. “I trust Peter and I trust you guys.” Connor shows up in the living room partially dressed in his fire fighter uniform, with boots and beige pants and, as always, he butts in our conversation stuttering more than ever, with his irrelevant questions. “We a… are your bro… bothers, we do… don’t c…count. And Peter is yo… your partner. Hunt, is it tr… true that Damy Boy is da… dating?”

Bram groans and tries to move away this time, "I don't want a boyfriend." "Great. Then it works even better, we fuck and have fun," he says, giving me a big smile that out of nowhere stops and he looks contemplative, as if for the first time ever, a real thought is occurring inside his bigass head, "I've never had sex with a friend before. Or a co-worker, obviously." "Are you not fucking your teammates in the showers?" I ask, laughing when he gives me a bewildered look, "I've seen it, all of you naked together, washing each other's backs, touching tips..."