Hire A Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“And I'm just saying. You're always cooped up in here, or nose deep in work. When was the last time you actually went out with someone…you know, like that?” I started cutting the tomatoes aggressively, but was still careful enough not to chop my fingers. “Getting a boyfriend isn't easy business, Daphne. It's not like I can just walk into a store and tell the manager, hi, I'm looking for a boyfriend. Can I buy one off you?” Daphne giggled again, and let out a dramatic sigh. “You're such a handful.” She murmured. “Exactly! I don't have the capacity for a ‘man’ right now.” I made sure to do airquotes around the word ‘man’.

"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

I grimace. That sentence should not exist in any form. I exhale slowly, grounding myself. “Okay,” I say. “So how do I earn the right to be her boyfriend?” If my hands weren’t tied, I’d have finger-quoted the word ‘earn’ for effect. Or mostly to annoy them. “You’re going to get beaten up a bit,” Ilkay says casually, “and probably face some mild humiliation. Nothing dramatic.” Honestly? I expected worse.

"Because, he just gave me flowers and chocolates today, he's not my boyfriend." "Not your boyfriend? Did you give him an answer?" "No." "How's he gonna be your boyfriend if you don't tell him? Do you even like him?" "I... don't know. He's a great buddy. A good listener. A nice guy." "My brother is like that too. But he ain't your boyfriend." "So, how will I figure out if I like him or not?" "Find something special about him that you don't see in anyone else." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Jia, your dad's here," Sara announced.

"You're nervous. That's fine. Honestly, it helps. If you look terrified, people will just think you're shy and overwhelmed by the crowd, which fits your character. You don't have to be the life of the party. You just have to be with me." "I don't know how to be a boyfriend," I confessed. "I've never done this. Not even the real version." Kyle’s expression softened as his mask slipped completely for just a second. "It's easy," he said softly. "Just stay close to me. If someone asks you a question you don't want to answer, squeeze my hand, and I'll interrupt. If you need a drink, I'll get it. If you want to leave, we leave. You're not alone in there. We're a team. Okay?"

] [I don't know. [...] The assistant was instantly rendered speechless. [I don't need your help on this. I will find a way.] [But your schedule is packed with work every single day, so how are you going to find a girlfriend? Are you going to get your family to set you up with someone? That works because your parents will definitely find you a great woman, but there are some drawbacks to that as well.] [What kind of drawbacks?]

“It is now.” “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke.” Unfortunately, she didn’t. I leaned back in my seat. "Okay. Okay. Let me see if I've got this. You want me to be your fake boyfriend?" "Yes." "Why?" She hesitated. Just a sec. "My dad is forcing me to date boys. I need something to keep him occupied." "Some real-life drama, right here," I said, rubbing my temples. "Lady, I am not boyfriend material. I am snack material. Temporary, sweet, with all kinds of weird additives."

he's very handsome. He's also nice. He's already interested in me. So… what if I make him my boyfriend? I've only had one of those before -unofficially- but he was my stepbrother, so I never had the chance to do normal girlfriend-boyfriend stuff. Maybe I'm old enough to do it now. And maybe having a boyfriend would be helpful while I'm dealing with the Carrington boys. Brian's appearance on TV only lasts around five minutes, so I send him the photo.

"Have your boyfriend deal with him." "Boyfriend?" I asked, confused. "I don’t have one!" "Then start looking for one." "I don’t even want a boyfriend, now I have to look for one just to get rid of another suitor? That’s crazy." "Not exactly. You can ask someone to pretend to be your boyfriend." Now that idea is absurd. I snorted. "No, thank you!" "Come to think of it, Aira. If he can't respect your words, then perhaps he will respect another man's words."

My heart's gonna erupt! "Of course I do, you're my friend." I said. Well, if you wanna be someone's boyfriend, I'll gladly hire you to be mine for an eternity. "Just a friend? Not something more?" He sounded sad and disappointed. "Well, it's not like you're my boyfriend, right? Haha! Besides, I'm sure you have a lover back in your world." Technically, he still doesn't have one. But he'll eventually have one. "But what if I were your boyfriend? Anyway, let me phrase it in the form of a hoke so that you could understand." He said.