Girlfriend Hamilton Novels & Stories

She is trying to get under my skin. I ignore her and keep walking. "Wait!" Madison again. What the hell does she want? I won't answer. She's not worth my time. “It is clear Aiden doesn't care about you, right? You're just another girl he's hung out with,” Madison says. I stop in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. Her words hit me hard, deep down where I don't want to admit it. Madison and her friends chuckle around me. It is their plan: to make her words sting, to laugh at me when they do. Nice plan, because it worked.

The figure that had stirred me earlier was now in my arms, making it impossible for me not to react. Ms. Johnston clearly felt it too. The flush had already spread from her face all the way to her ears. Biting her lower lip, she reached back and locked the storage room door. Then, she looked at me, her gaze flickering with uncertainty. "Let go of me. Do you know what this looks like? I'm your girlfriend's godmother." Despite her words, she didn't move away. Instead, she remained pressed tightly against me. That made my eyes light up. I didn't miss a chance to take advantage of the situation. "Ms. Johnston, I'm not trying to take advantage of you. In fact, I'm helping you. You looked pretty l

My assistant looked between us. "Ms. Hart, he is your boyfriend?" Cole answered before I could. "Yes, she's my girlfriend." He straightened slightly. "During the stampede, she threatened to break up with me unless I rescued her first. As a senior manager, I had to uphold fairness and prioritize the guests." He spoke with conviction, as if he had rehearsed it. My assistant frowned. "To my knowledge, Ms. Hart was also attending the event that night in a personal capacity. She was a guest as well."

Instead, he was dragged through the mud alongside me. Then, my actress girlfriend, who had always refused to make our relationship public, went live on social media. During the livestream, she openly declared her love for Lucas and fiercely condemned me for plagiarism. Instantly, I was utterly devastated! I had shared my song with her first, but she betrayed me, who was her actual boyfriend, by stabbing me in the back and siding with Lucas. After her public condemnation, her fans rallied against me and flooded my social media accounts with endless hate.

Her face lights up when she sees me and she claps a little. "Oh my God, Quinn! You came! I knew you would." She says with a smile and I roll my eyes. "I only came to ask you to turn down the music. Hank is freaking out and I'd like to sleep at some point." I say a little more harshly than I intended, but I'm still annoyed with her boyfriend. Her face instantly falls and I feel like an asshole. "Oh. Sorry, yeah we'll turn it down." She says sadly and I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

Jordan Hayes Two things I loved the most today — if you take out the surprise kiss I got from Damien earlier — was that we were having a good business day, and most of the customers were those who knew nothing about makeup. I loved helping new people get familiar with the colorful world of makeup. I always loved the delightful look they always pulled on whenever I showed them that there were more to makeup than just mascara and lipstick. This guy that was with me right now, Dave, came here to get makeup for his girlfriend as a gift and he knew little to nothing about makeup.

I murmur, unsure as to where he's going with this, "Good for him? I don't really know much about hockey." "Yeah, good for him. He's still one of us. And when one of us has a girlfriend, she's a part of the team too," he continues. Bram grumbles something and tries to pull me again but Grayson slaps his hand away, "There's a special girl group, called the WAGs. Wives and girlfriends. I've never had one of those either, but they're all very nice, you'll fit right in." "Sure, that sounds cute. But I'm SO busy with work and I..."

he asked, offering his arm. The gala was a blur of cameras and champagne. We played the perfect couple for the press smiling, touching, pretending to be in love. It was all a lie. But then I met Danielle Hamilton. She approached me near the bar, elegant and warm. "Rayna Amelia Adams? I'm Danielle Hamilton. CEO of Hamilton Foundation. Nice to meet you by the way, I must say your way better than the way people talk about you." We talked for about twenty minutes or so. She asked about my background, my interests, my dreams. And then she said something that changed everything:

With her nerves frayed and her throat dry, she stammered out the entire story of the break-in and the police. Back at the new apartment, I had freshened up and spent some time decompressing with Carllo before heading to my room. I was just about to fall into a restless sleep when Carllo barged in, his eyes wide as he thrust his phone toward me. "Lanka! Look! Hamilton just posted on T*****r. He’s got your back!" I flopped up against the headboard, squinting at the screen. @HamiltonMadden: [500,000 gold to commission Maestro Adagio for a new pack anthem. Please, bless us with your talent.]

I had to go to the ladies’ and collapse. Guy Hamilton wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t exactly sniffily disapproving either, but the hint of amusement that flickered at his eyes and mouth was as dry as James Bond’s martini. ‘At least it didn’t spoil your evening. Behaviour like that would have had some people cringing with embarrassment.’ Her laughter died as if it had never been. Suddenly she was back on the pavement after that kissogram, his voice echoing in her ears. ‘How much were you paid to embarrass my guests and interrupt a passable dinner?’