Boyfriend Is Obsessed With Me Novels & Stories

"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.

“He asked me out last week, okay! I hadn’t had time to tell you since you were already dealing with so much.” “I’m happy for you, Kathy.” I told her honestly. “Good news is always welcome, no matter what I’m going through. You’re my best friend and seeing you happy makes me happy. And you know what; this was exactly what I needed! A good chat with my best friend about normal things.” “You mean boy things?” She asked. “Especially boy things.” I nodded. “You’re an adult, I’m an adult and you now have a boyfriend! And I…well, I have an obsessed stalker.” If the King of all Dragons could be called that.

I inquired, struggling to piece together the situation. "Who else? It's your boyfriend. He's been acting like a kid, saying stuff like, 'Alex, I got lost in her beauty; I forgot to ask for her number... I need her number; give it to me. No, don't give it to me; she might think I'm a stalker. I'll just ask her myself, or... I'll get it from you.' Can you believe it? This guy has lost it since he came back from your house. What have you done to him? He's completely obsessed with you," Alex rambled on, his words a mix of amusement and frustration.

Micah calls back. As soon as he is gone, I exhale dramatically. “Finally. My boyfriend is back.” Micah laughs. “You were unbearable.” “I was fighting for my life,” I say. “He was this close to making you his new business partner.” “Would that be so bad?” “Yes. Because then I would have to compete for your attention with someone who owns half of Europe.” He shakes his head, smiling. “You are insane.” “I prefer passionate.” “Possessive.”

"Probably a good idea. Otherwise it might get weird." "Weird how?" "Olly, I'm pretty wound up after this chat. Really, really, wound up. I think you can imagine the rest." "Aching?" "You simply cannot imagine," I moaned. "Yep. You need a boyfriend." "I don't need a fucking boyfriend," I retorted. "Boyfriends come with drama." "A girlfriend then?" "Same same but different." "Robo-lover 9001 Sport Edition?" "Does it come with a vibrating dick? Because otherwise I'm sure it will be a great door-stop."

Not to mention, that smile on his face too is gone as he returns to the trolley with a cold expression though every time he puts an item inside he’d touch my baby bump and rubs it gently for a few seconds. “Hi.” Fangirl number three now, and I’m sure he’s going to turn towards me again to subtly drop the hint that he is not available. “Are you free after this? Wanna get coffee?” “He has a boyfriend,” I interrupt from behind to which she instantly turns around to discover who’s the person that dropped the bomb. “He has a boyfriend.” I repeat and this time he narrows his eyes at me to which I innocently smile, continuing my lies, “My bestie already has a boyfriend, sorry.”

As a result of Hermione's answer, his anticipations had been satiated, and he experienced feelings of happiness and fulfillment. "Is this what causes you guys to break out in a grin, folks?" I inquired. "That's a terrible incident that happened, yet I still supported you guys despite it . . ." I mumbled. They walk away like I am not visible in their eyes. They went inside our bedroom. It is difficult for me to find the right words to express how thick her face is. Sometimes I feel the urge to tell her that her boyfriend might be obsessed with me because of how he acts toward me, but I can't do it because I don't have enough information or because I need to gather more things first.

I answered lazily almost sleepy. "You don't know .." he trailed, "But I do. I'm your boyfriend now. I'm yours and you're mine. What we did was not fucking, I call it make love. I'm starting to feel something towards you, and I'll make you feel it too, so stop denying me. Be fucking proud because you're the real deal. Hon, I am falling .. please stop dodging away. " JOJISSI

Was I some sort of weird-ass challenge to him? Hell no! Blaze Hunter was the type of person who couldn’t care less about what people think, especially Noah. I should be dancing on a fucking pole knowing that I slept with such a mouthwatering specimen that’s my boyfriend. Boyfriend The word still feels so unknown and strange to me but somehow it still manages to make me smile. But the million-dollar question is, how long? How long will he be with me? How long will it last? How long until I ruin it?

We had been together for just shy of three years, and I knew loved him with every fiber of my being. "Maybe we should give it a moment, let them be boys." I said, but Stacy was already onto the next thing, putting her jacket on and letting her hair down. "You're so weird. If Danny was my boyfriend, I'd race out there in a heartbeat to make out with him." Stacy shrugged her shoulders, making me laugh. Stacy McMahon was my oldest friend, and we had a comfortable friendship since we'd known each other for almost a decade and a half. She was always blunt about how I should be more hands-on with my relationship, even though I was comfortable.