Boyfriend Wedgie Novels & Stories

Wendy smiled, stepped forward, took Asher's hand, and brought him before her parents, proudly announcing. "Mom, this is my boyfriend, Asher Voss. You can just call him Asher." Wendy said, "He's not studying film—he's our school's quarterback, the most incredible and wonderful guy!"

"What wedding are you talking about?" Tad demanded, his brows tightly knit. I curved my lips slightly—a faint, detached smile edged with mockery. "A wedding you two will never be invited to." He blinked, caught off guard, as if trying to process my words. "Whose wedding? Don't tell me—it's yours?" I tilted my head, the corner of my mouth sharp as a blade. "Of course not. After all, you, Mr. Tad, have yet to kneel down and propose, haven't you? You're still, officially, my ‘boyfriend,' right?"

" You have two moles on your upper back ; one on your right arm where your arm curves , and you love being kissed on the neck." My boyfriend ... was he the one who ... " I was found half naked floating in the river . If I am your girlfriend tell me something I don't know." " You were pregnant with our child when you got attacked . " "Huh ?" " Our baby was supposed to be due on June the thirty first. I was going to ask you to marry me. You have a scar on your knee from a BMX accident . " My boy friend is hot and he looks like an athlete. He is wearing a dress shirt and slacks . Judging by the way he walks he must be doing a ball sport?

"Go and ask Faye about this. Get the guy a seat if he's just a friend. This is ridiculous." Wesley hurried off at once, running up to Faye and whispering, "What the hell are you doing? Who's this?" "This is Wilbur Penn, my boyfriend," Faye said, calm as ever. Wesley balked and panicked at once. "Are you out of your mind? Do you know what today is?" "Yeah, Grandpa's seventieth birthday." "It's also supposed to be your engagement to Mister Yaegar! What the hell do you think you're doing, bringing another man in here? Get this guy to leave right now!" Wesley whispered sharply.

"Of course, man. I'd love to... if Fia will have me." I let out a sharp breath, my heart skipping a beat. I didn't know if he was just saying so for show or if he was being serious about joining me again. "Can't go anywhere without my baby." Wes squeezed my hand softly, a bright glint in his eyes. Sage scrunched up her nose. "I better get a boyfriend before then, in that case. I can't deal with all this lovey shit." I laughed, shaking my head at her. "We'll find you someone. I told you some of the groomsmen aren't too shabby."

My steps quickened as I tried my best to reach my office before breaking down. I paused when I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open and stepped in. He was seated in my chair, a smile plastered across his face. His short, curly hair fell onto his forehead, giving him a slightly boyish charm. He was dressed in a pristine white shirt tucked into black slacks. “I thought I’d take you home,” he said. Despite the turmoil inside me, I felt my lips curve upwards. Nathiel Brooks. My first boyfriend. My first love. My first kiss.

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.

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

Through the loud music, his ears caught a familiar voice, though it was faint. "You look so beautiful tonight, babe." Zayn's eyes widened at the scene before him. On a sofa in the corner of the room, a drunken Dave was shamelessly making out—not with just one, but with three different women. Zayn’s chest tightened, his fists clenched, and his heart pounded wildly. "Tch! Just as I thought—you really are an animal! My instincts were right all along," he growled. "I regret ever letting you near my sister."

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.