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Gen chuckled, "I just have high school friends here, although I have lost contact with most of them during these last years but I have a close friend back in London, her name is Chloe and we are also roommates, apart from her, I don't have any close friends" "Oh,I see," Felix paused, "What about a boyfriend?" He implored. Surprised at his question, Gen smiled, "I am single" she replied to Felix surprise. "Are you serious?" He raised an eyebrow, "Remember, I am your brother so you can be open to me". Gen laughed, "I am serious, I am single. It's hard to get a guy who loves you for who you are. Not just a bad boy who just wants to get laid with you and nothing else".

"My boyfriend came back. We've been living together for a long time, and the other day, we even took a shower together. I'll let my boyfriend talk to you now." Fiona leaned close to Frederick, whispering something in his ear, and then looked at him pleadingly. Frederick was a bit puzzled about what Fiona was trying to do, and simply responded. "Hello!" Fiona quickly took back her phone, then smugly said into it, "Did you hear that? That's my boyfriend. He's way better than yours." Frederick shook his head helplessly as he watched Fiona still arguing. Given how beautiful Fiona was, there should be plenty of men lining up to be her boyfriend, so how could she possibly have trouble finding one?

Fay sat cross-legged on the chair and picked up a piece of sandwich and took a big bite. Not feminine at all, Callie grumbled. Cade could starve to death if he married his best friend. But Cade already had a future mother for his children. The nanny girl, Callie became curious. “You said you have a boyfriend. But which one? I’ve never seen him. We’ve been friends for years.” Fay was very curious about the man her best friend called her boyfriend. “He’s abroad, you already know that. But he’ll be back next year.” Callie reminded what Fay already knew.

“Oh, I’m Narat’s boyfriend.” HUH!!!!??

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school. Chris used to be madly in love with Clara, but she didn't care. Suddenly, she felt a bit of Marble's energy from him. Because to investigate the whereabouts of Marble, she agreed to be his girlfriend. But then, she ruthlessly kicked him. If he let him see her, her plan would surely fail. Jonathan also sensed her strange gaze. She couldn't find him because he had gone abroad to study ten years ago. He has only returned home for two years. "What are you looking at?" Jonathan asked Chris who his cousin's brother was.

My head still buzzed with her name. “So let me get this straight,” Smith finally said, settling into the seat across from me. “The same girl you’ve been fucking is getting married to your brother… and now you want her back?” I poured another shot. “She’s not just any girl.” Smith gave me a look, half amused, half wary. “That’s very un-Damon-like.” I glared at him. “The fuck does that mean?” “I mean,” he said with a shrug, “you’re Damon Kingston. You don’t do feelings. You do one-night stands, money, and the occasional bar fight. That’s your thing. At least what I remember.”

"Oh shit, not Brian!" Michael felt a lumpen hand land on his shoulder and he looked up to see Brian Graham grinning down at him. Brian was six-foot-five of muscle with enough brain cells to keep his bulk moving and that was about all. Still, he had a real genius for defensive plays and it was very likely that he would hook a sports scholarship. "So, Peters, how come you've managed to hang on to this little beauty all night?" "He's my boyfriend, Brian," Lucy supplied, the expression on her face shrieking distain.

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..."