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

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.

I said. He snorted, "They aren't even my girlfriend." "So what did you call them? A friend?" I asked sarcastically. "They are just my flings. I never promised them, they just… misconstrued everything." He said. "Then you must've warned them not to assume hard," I said to him and rolled my eyes. "I don't need to warn them, they're the ones who need to adjust," he said. "They're the ones who approached me and asked me for a night. That woman? I didn't even remember her name." I raised an eyebrow.

I asked craning my neck to see if I could see him through all the cars parked there. "And who are you?" He asked, without looking at me." "I'm his girlfriend." I said confidently but somehow it sounded a bit strange saying that, maybe it was because I had never referred to myself as that before in the past. But it wasn't important. "You said you're his girlfriend?" He asked, finally looking up at me. "Yes. That's what I said." "Then how come you don't know he's not feeling well?" He asked, wiping some grease off his nose. He called in sick some days ago saying he had a cold or something, I haven't heard from him since." He said.

"...I'm also a bit new to this. I didn't do it right the first time." I knew he was talking about Arya—his mate. "Would you be my girlfriend?" he asked out of nowhere. I could feel his heartbeat increase as he waited for an answer. I thought we were already boyfriend and girlfriend. Or did he not think of me as his girlfriend until now? The frown on my face must have been prominent because his smile disappeared. "You don't want to be my girlfriend?" he asked sadly. "No, no, it's not that! I had already thought we were before now," I said shyly as heat rose to my cheeks. I tried to bury my face in his shoulder, my voice coming out muffled.

I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m still not interested in being your girlfriend. Don’t get your hopes up.” I reminded him. “That’s my girl!” Paige cheered. Hunter chuckled on the other side of the line. “I’ll find a way to convince you about that too somehow, someday.” He told me. Dream on, Romeo! I can never imagine let alone actually be with him ever! He’s my friend! He was my best friend when we were little! He and I can never be together! “Why did you call me though?” I asked, suddenly remembering that he hasn’t mentioned why he called yet.

Wait a second, I never told him my name. “How do you know my name?” I accused. He gave me a lopsided grin, “I asked around. So the part for a fake girlfriend is still up, are you able to help me out?” “I’m sorry, my boyfriends wouldn’t like that,” I told him. “Boyfriends? As in more than one? Dang you go girl,” he replied. “As you see, my hands are full, sorry,” I turned to walk away when he lightly tapped my shoulder.

“We can tell her together. It’s your mom, not some random person you invited over.” I nodded, accepting he was right, and snuggled further into him. A few minutes passed by, me soaking up his heat and saying nothing, when a certain thought occurred to me. “Wait. Did you just call me your girlfriend?” I asked, whipping my head toward him.

“He doesn’t leave me hanging.” “Aww, that’s so sweet.” She says and I can’t tell if she is making a jest of me or if she actually thinks it’s sweet. “Maybe he got so busy, he didn’t even get a chance to tell you about it. It happens.” She says. “I don’t know…” “Have you tried calling him?” She asks. I shake my head. “No.” “Why?” I pop my shoulder. “I don’t know. I am just scared. I am only a fake girlfriend after all.”

"What is your problem, lady? Wasn't getting kicked out of the restaurant embarrassing enough? Now you're here trying to grab his house?" "Does your monthly paycheck even cover a floor tile in this place? And you've got the nerve to call it yours?" The blonde chimed in. "Yeah, look in a mirror. You look broke." I pulled out my phone to make a call. Vivienne knocked it out of my hand. The phone bounced twice on the floor. "Who you calling? Your broke friends?" A guy in a Hawaiian shirt clicked his tongue. "Lady, read the room. His girlfriend's right here. What's a hired hand like you doing in our way?"

Bianca was coming back? Nathan quickly glanced at me before looking away just as fast. "What does her return have to do with me?" Lucas chuckled. "How does it not? You don’t care about your girlfriend because you still have Bianca in your heart, don’t you?" Everyone knew he had a girlfriend he never introduced, but no one knew that person was me. He would take calls from her at gatherings, speaking softly and sweetly. He sent her gifts every week—never the same, always thoughtful.