Forget About Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I answer finally feeling confident as I tackled all of his quick questions with an equally rapid answer. I am so grea- “His name?” My mind went blank as the question hit me like a pile of bricks. I forgot to think of the most important thing about my so-called boyfriend. “He doesn’t have a name,” I answered stupidly. Please, someone, volunteer to slap me hard in my face for that.

Kelsey burst out laughing, it was so loud she had to lower the volume, "God, Jules ... you really need to learn how to do these things or you'll never have a boyfriend ever again ... ever!!" "I know right? I'm so bad at this ... look, I gotta go, I have to check on him, I feel bad now that you mentioned it." "Okay ... okay ... I'll let you go, I'm going back to the dorm anyways, call me later, babe, love ya'."

It was better to spend some time with him and forget everything which was bothering me. "Sure. Be ready." Because that was the only way for me to forget the things which I could forget. I never told my parents about him. They would never get ready for him, mainly because he was the son of dad's rival company. "Always. I love you, Sanchi." But then why I couldn't feel the love which a one get from their boyfriend. Maybe I was just thinking too much. "I love you too, Ajay." He hung up the call, and I did too.

And I kept spiraling. And then—buzz buzz buzz. My phone rang. Loud and obnoxious and right in the middle of my fantasy. I could scream. I looked down and nearly groaned. Nick. Crap. I forgot I made plans with him. After his game. Bleachers. Oops. Aaron’s eyes were on me again. I could feel the heat radiating from him. “You should take it,” he said. “Your boyfriend shouldn’t wonder if you’re with some other man.” My eyes snapped to him. Boyfriend?

Our little city wasn't that big anyways so the number of men had to be going down. Feeling a headache coming on I sat my phone aside and gathered my things. My actions caught the attentions of Leah and Oliver. "You leaving?" "Yeah got to get back to the office." I already had enough on my plate with my job and now this whole fake boyfriend thing was starting to stress me out. "Well let me know if anyone else responds." Leah sent me a supportive smile. I gave her one back but I felt a part of me already losing hope. With a bye to Oliver I quickly left the cafe. I made myself push aside all thoughts regarding this stupid plan of mine and focus back on work. A promotion was on the line and I ne

I already set up for someone to send it, so make sure he gets it. "My grandparents, too. They're old and fragile. Don't tell them what happened to me. Say I'm busy with surgeries or off abroad for training." Lena hesitated, then smiled faintly. "And... I have a boyfriend. He's super busy, always working. Honestly, half the time, we don't even have real dates. If he moves on, tell him his next girlfriend won't put up with that. No girl wants to feel like an afterthought." Mr. Baxter snorted. "And you're okay with a boyfriend like that?"

Get your shit and leave, because right now she’s looking like my next big mistake. “Your boyfriend is a fool.” I grab my gym bag and head upstairs. Cold shower. Now.

He was just there. "I fell in love with her boyfriend." The words hung in the air between us. Liam didn't say anything for a long time. Then he leaned back in the booth. Let out a breath. "Shit," he said. "Yeah." "Does he love you back?" "Yes." "Then it's not just you." "That doesn't make it better." "No." Liam shook his head. "It doesn't. But it means you're not the only one carrying this." I didn't know what to say to that.

So my discomfort was amusing to him. “And why is that?” So this was how he wanted to play it. To act oblivious to how he had treated all this while. To wait for it to blow away while he continued on with no consequences. I pursed my lips. “Firstly, my boyfriend who just regained his memory apparently forgot how much I hate parties at night clubs. He instead preferred to get wasted and leave me with a couple of random strangers on the day we were supposed to be together.” He didn't say anything for a while before he poured himself another shot.