Domestic Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Dominic withdrew himself from me, lying on his back with his head on his pillow. I closed the magazine and put on back on the nightstand before lying on my side, facing him. "Dom," I called him softly, trying to figure out what was going through his mind. "Yes?" he hummed, turning to lie on his side and face me. "Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked him the question I'd been dying to ask since I walked down the aisle towards him. He stretched his hand to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear lightly. "I don't," he replied firmly. "I have a wife and she's very beautiful."

I answered “Lovely to meet you. Now, where is your boyfriend?” Oh no! Dominic had made it very clear that me and him were not friends, so I could not even imagine being his girlfriend. But why would he think I was Dominic's girlfriend when I was standing there in my maid uniform? “My boss?” I asked as I tried to hold back puke “Oh, he’s your boss. My, my. I am sorry. You look so beautiful. I mean, you look like one of them.” he said

Besides, how many guys has she been with that she could possibly compare Dominic with? As far as I know, she has only been with one guy, Kyle. And he is not man enough to be used in comparison to real men out there. Her first man was a drug addict and a lunatic, so I don’t think she should use Kyle as the yardstick to measure the men in her life. That is exactly what she is doing right now and that is why the little acts of kindness from Dominic seem like something huge to her. “I’m glad you like him, I hope he feels the same way for you. A man like him should have someone they love and care about. Are you sure he doesn’t have a girlfriend?

"I didn't realize you cared this much about me. I guess it's settled then. There is no need for me to return home. I will stay here in the packhouse with you until there is a permanent solution to the pack’s problems.” "Never!" I stayed with conviction. "That is never going to happen. The only people allowed here are the staff and the concubines I bought with my money. Aside from that, there won't be anyone else living here freely." "But I am your girlfriend, Gael." "Which implies we aren't married. You have a house you live in. You should stick to the place." She smiled to my surprise and caressed my cheeks. "Is this about my dad? You know he wouldn't say anything. I have my life to live. I

I gave the duo a short smile and said, “I came to get water.” Mr. Powers did not react, he kept staring at me. But his eyes soon travelled to his model-figure companion who was already making her way to me. “Darling, you never told me who she is,” she delightfully said while her face looked as venomous as it could be. When she was a few steps away from me, her lips grew a short smile and she stretched her hand. “Hi, I am Regina, Dom’s girlfriend.” She uttered the last word with implied force as though she was trying to overstamp her position in his life.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

The two men followed after me, occupying the seats at my desk. “You still owe me an apology.” Santino grumbled and I ignored him. So did Dominic. “So, the men caught lurking around your girlfriend- er… stepsister’s apartment have been identified as Polish soldiers.” I quelled the treacherous leap in my chest at the word girlfriend. It was what Cellie was to me after all, the only problem was getting her to accept it too which was hard because she seemed to be with me solely for the great sex we have. The familiar prick I felt whenever the thought came to me, punctured my ribs mercilessly, my mouth filling with something bitter.

Not in business, not in his personal life, not to anyone who has come and gone through the revolving door of his life over the years and certainly not to… her. She is not my girlfriend. That needs to be very clear, including to whatever part of my brain has apparently spent the afternoon scrolling through photos of her laughing at things. She is a contractual arrangement. A temporary one at that. A very specific exchange of terms that was agreed upon by two adults with clear eyes, and within that arrangement I reserve the right to run my house however I see fit. If the kitchen is off limits, it is off limits. If I employ staff to handle domestic responsibilities, it is because that is the sy

Before I could stop myself, I tapped the message. It opened to a group chat filled with Fred Thompson's usual circle of friends. My hands shook as I scrolled up. [Everyone else is out. There are just Hannah and Ayla left. One's your official girlfriend, while the other's your new favorite secretary. Final round, man.] [I'm betting on Hannah. She's been with you five years; she's sweet, obedient, and yeah, she's got a great body. Perfect wife material.]

“I would have to come back to Smith and Agary. I really love working there. But uhm, I think I’m finding joy working in home interiors now. And…with everything that’s happened, I really do not want to be tagged “An assistant that is fucking her boss." "Yeah,” he says in a low voice. “I understand that. But, how about being tagged, my girlfriend? Is that fair? Because I really, really want to be your boyfriend… your fiancé, your mate, your everything… I want to be everything for you, Aggy. I don’t want you going on dates with other men. I want to be the one you go on these dates with. I want to spend every day of my life worshipping you. I want you to be mine. How about that…Aggy?” I stare at