He Called Me His Girlfriend But Hasn't Asked Me Novels & Stories

He asked, and I smiled playfully. “What do you mean? Go home I have something to take care of here,” I said, and he looked at me suspiciously. “Your new girlfriend?” He asked, and I covered his mouth. “What?” He asked. “She is not my girlfriend,” I said, and he chuckled. “Okay so what do you call someone that you want to cheer up?” He asked teasingly, and I looked at him. “Okay fine, she's not my girlfriend, but I like her,” I said, and he cleared his throat.

He didn’t even have a girlfriend? A thought clicked and I cocked my head. “Do you have a girlfriend?” “Nahh.” He clasped his hands on the table and focused his eyes there. “It’s just… I met this girl at the gym last Saturday. We’ve been texting, and suddenly I can’t stop thinking about her.” I couldn’t help but smile. “I bet you’re thinking about her right now, and your heart’s on fire,” I teased. His eyes narrowed. “Don’t.”

I said and stood up to leave and he stopped me. "Are you angry? He asked. "No, why will I be angry. You can go and see her. Am not stopping you and am not angry." I said trying to pretend like all is okay. I listened to the conversation on the phone and it was obvious that he's going out to see a girl. "She's nothing. You know I don't have girlfriend." He said as if I asked him to explain. "Did I asked you if you had girlfriend. Just free my hand and go wherever she called you to meet her." I said. I was doing it so he will explain where he's going and who was calling him.

he asked, and there was a brief silence before I continued. "Do you have a... girlfriend?" My heart raced as I asked my own question. I feared I might burst into tears if he broke my heart. "I don't have a girlfriend..." "That's a big lie. You can't convince me that someone as kind and handsome as you doesn't have a girlfriend. Stop lying to me. I know you might think it will hurt me, but please, do you have a girlfriend?" "I don't." "Then what's stopping us!" I exclaimed, and suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

he called out. I nodded, even though I was too scared to move. After a few minutes, he returned. “Perfect,” he said. “I could’ve invited you—but the party’s this Friday, and I haven’t told my girlfriend yet.” “Oh. That’s… not a problem,” I stammered. I didn’t want to be invited anyway. “You know…” He walked over to a single sofa. “I think I’ll enjoy this little time we’ll have. Have you told your boyfriends yet?”

I've never felt so guilty of hurting someone so badly like this. "Why don't you want to be my girlfriend Sophia?" He asked quietly. What?! My eyes flew wide open. I was completely shocked by his question! When did he ever asked me to be his girlfriend?! I didn't get the memo! I couldn't tell if he was joking because the look he held was so genuine. He couldn't be seriously asking me that, could he?

He smirked. "Your heart wants me?" She looked amused. "No my head does." She closed her eyes with a scoff. It was impressive. She took two steps back. "Why?" "Because shorty, you're smart and very different. VERY. and so beautiful." He came closer, this time respecting her implied boundary. "I can also tell you I'm not Dennis." "I never said you are." "I'm just putting it out there." "Even if. What kind of person asks a girl to be his girlfriend without a date? You barely know me."

I asked while sounding a little upset. I mean it's okay if he has a girlfriend and still wants to do this with me but he should have at least given me a heads up just for my safety. " Is that some type of joke? Why in God's name would I have a girlfriend and still want to do this with you?" He asked sounding offended and I honestly don't understand what's happening here. Is it really possible that he doesn't have a girlfriend? But who then has been threatening and coming after me?

“Since the day you covered your body with mine, intending to die with me.” “That doesn’t translate to a relationship.” I reminded him. “You never asked.” “Oh.” Oh? Wasn’t this the time for him to ask me to be his girlfriend? Why were men always so fucking clueless? Or maybe I should have just accepted the tag and not questioned it?

Turning to face him, I blurted out the first thing that came to my unconscious mind. I'm blaming it on my unconscious mind because I didn't even consider what I ended up asking him. " Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I asked, forgetting all that happened last night. "No", he said nonchalantly. Not even looking up from his phone as he did. His so full of himself but anyway it's hard for me to believe him. He cannot be this old and his never had a girlfriend.