Girlfriend Stares At Me Novels & Stories

I had a grimace on my face since I was staring at myself so intently. The lady's style of staring at me was rather strange, and it was almost as if she recognized me from somewhere. The lady was dressed in a Christmas winter coat, Christmas winter leggings, and a white hand glove. "What exactly do you want?" Mister handsome inquired cheerfully. He's also curious about why the lady is staring at both of us. "Can I get your phone number?" The lady inquired as she gazed intently into Arthur's gorgeous eyes. She was staring intently at my boyfriend, as if she was trying to communicate with him through her eyes.

I look down at the text before chuckling to myself. 'Sexy' is an understatement. To My Girl🤍: Yeah, Ur right. I just don't like the way everyone keeps looking at you. At least pull it up, or do you like having everyone stare at your tits? She looks up from her phone before sending me a mischievous grin as she goes to pull down her dress, showing more cleavage than I'd like. From My Girl🤍: Really? Because I don't see anyone looking other than you. But I definitely would love to get some more attention, now that you say that. ☺️

I hoped not. His arms were crossed, his jaw clenched tight. Our gazes clashed and I almost sucked in a breath with how cold his eyes were. When would he stop looking at me that way? His girlfriend was nowhere in sight and I let out a breath I waited a few seconds, maybe he would move. Or speak. But he only just stared. The kind of stare that made my heart plummet straight into my stomach. He didn’t blink. Didn’t speak. Didn’t move. Just—

I felt bad for his mate. Grayson on the other hand had girls all over him but he didnt care he was having a conversation with his bestfriend Aiden and there other friend Case Hodges. I cant help but stare. His mate was lucky. As if he felt my stare his face moved and he stared at me as well. I felt my heart flutter. Wait! I did NOT have a crush on Grayson Myers. I did not! As I moved my eyes from his and to the others I caught Millie's stare and smiled. She smiled back then I turned back to my freinds.

We didn’t get catcalls this time, but it was because the beating of my heart was deafening to my ears. How was that for distraction? I was distracting myself from thinking about possibly falling in love with the guy by enjoying the attention of the guy himself. Okay… “What does that look mean?” he asked. We were still watching each other, and I hadn’t moved away. “What look?” I asked. “You’re looking at me as if I am a problem. You even have a little knot here.” And he gently pointed his forefinger in the spot between my eyebrows, then his thumb cupped my cheek, and he dropped a kiss on my mouth again.

This petite girl stares at me wide-eyed, she has long dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders and dark brown eyes, that seem to glitter. I get out of the trance of this girl seeing me naked and throw myself at the curtain swinging it back closed. She gasps, “Oh my Goddess! I’m so sorry! I thought you were my friend!” I scoff, completely embarrassed. Did she see my scars? Is she going to tell anybody? Oh my Goddess I can’t breathe. “This is how you treat your friends?” I gasp out, still rolling by this turn of events. “Oh Goddess, no, I was just trying to scare her.” She rushes; I finally calm my breathing. She hasn’t mentioned anything about my scars. Maybe, she was too shocke

I waited for her to turn and look up in my direction before I sent her a smug smirk. Lovely brows furrowed in slight confusion as she cocked her head curiously. Most girls who caught me staring would walk up to me to try to initiate a conversation. I was fully confident in my looks to be able to pull any girl without making too much effort, but this one merely stared at me for a few seconds before she turned away seeming uncomfortable as if I were some creep. "Unbelievable." I scoffed. She whispered something to another girl dancing beside her then I saw her walk away from the dance floor however some guy stopped her half way.

I am not the same girl, and he is not the same men. “You don’t look happy here, but this one is my favourite”, she says showing me a photo that was taken by a paparazzi a few weeks before the Karen fiasco when we were out on a dinner, I looked at him with adoration, I was smiling, I was happy, and now…. I am not. I start to think about Devin and the cottage and automatically my heart skips a beat.