Build A Boyfriend Novels & Stories

However, when he mentioned that I had caught his attention like a magnet, I chuckled and replied, "My boyfriend is waiting for me outside." Hearing this, he immediately moved out of my path, and I walked away confidently. I could sense him looking at me, possibly admiring my swaying hips. But the more I tried to control my steps, the more they seemed to sway. As I stepped out of the building, I quickly remembered why I had said my boyfriend was waiting for me outside to escape the stranger's attention. My heart reassured me that I had used that sentence as a way to deter him.

“I won't —” “Here.” He brought his phone out. “I'll record you promising you'll accept me as your boyfriend if I keep my word. It's a video recording.” Isn't he being too childish? “Okay.” He wouldn't even get that gig, and if he did, being his boyfriend for a few days won't be difficult. We'll just go with it. He opened the camera, cleared his throat and started, “Asher here promised to be my boyfriend for as long as I want him to be. Which will be —”

The manager clapped her forehead with a hand and looked at her with unimaginable eyes. "You're 23 years old this year, right? Haven't there been a love interest yet? Blame her works for not exuding the soul, the love of life that readers need. You write the character of two people who love each other very dry, you know?" “I know I'll fix it." "Fix it? I think you need to find yourself a boyfriend to see what the power of love adds pink to your work." "Boyfriend?" "Yes, I'll give you a deadline to submit the draft to the next month. In two months, find yourself again. After all, her work lacks what to improve on and the reader embraces. Don't give me a pile of scrap paper like this."

He was starting to hear a 'no' in Ben's words. "She's also lonely. I think it would be very healthy if she were to have a boyfriend in her life right now. Someone who could show her what it is to have someone who truly appreciates her as a person. Someone to be proud of her accomplishments to help build her confidence in herself. She's going to need patience and to be patient herself, even if that means her boyfriend controls the pace. She doesn't know what it means to be treated as a person. Dating, flirting, first kisses, holding hands, taking the time to build a relationship. Then and only then should sex be introduced. She needs to learn these things. Do you think you can be that kind of

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

"Ahh, babe!" "Are you done, babe?" I asked, linking my arm with Damien's. His 6'5" frame towered over me, making me feel small—like a damn chick beside him. I fucking hated it. My heart hammered fast and hard. "Can you please act like my boyfriend for just five minutes?" I whispered, eyes pleading. If he didn't help, those creeps wouldn't stop—and I might do something stupid. "Boyfriend, huh?" Damien asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

So I tune him out and carefully watch the line of men looking down at me. “So,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel, “what happens now?” Ilkay shifts his weight, cracking his knuckles. “We know you won’t stay away from our sister,” he says. “And apparently the little shit won’t stay away from you.” He pauses, glances sideways at the others — silent consultation — then continues. “But we feel you need to earn the right to call yourself her boyfriend.” That word hits like a spark. Boyfriend. They scowl in perfect synchronization. I, on the other hand, can’t stop the satisfied grin that tugs at my mouth.

What the hell! “Clarissa this friendship means a lot to me and I have finally realized that I wanna be more than friends, so will you do the honors and allow me to be your boyfriend.”

“Thanks.” He grins. “Anytime man.” I start to walk away, when he doubles back. “Hey,” he arches a brow in a way I completely don’t understand. “You think she has a friend that’s hot too? I wouldn’t mind getting set up. A blind date, or something like that.” I smile thinly. “I’ll ask.” He hits me hard on the shoulder, jostling me forward. “That’s why you’re the man. Gotta check on my patient to make sure her boyfriend hasn’t snuck a greasy burger into her room. It’ll totally screw up my day.”

, I said laughing. "I thought I'd really lost you" "You would have if I didn't have to lie to some hot boys that I have boyfriend" "How's that lying if I can fill in that position perfectly" "You really mean that" "I wasn't laughing when I said it" "Let's do it" ******************************* I believe that sometimes grand gestures aren't really what strengthens a relationship so the littlest of things such as this could be a real go to when asking a girl to be your girlfriend. What are your thoughts?