How To Be Perfect Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"We make him watch while you move on to someone better. Someone he's terrified of... who doesn't care about rules or reputations or what anyone thinks." "You." "Me." He stepped closer again. Three feet. She could smell coffee and smoke and something underneath, clean, warm, human. "I'll be the worst boyfriend you've ever had. Publicly. I'll show up late. I'll say the wrong things. I'll make you roll your eyes in front of everyone. And he'll still hate it. Because he'll know, every time I touch you... that you chose chaos over his boring, predictable, cheating ass."

If my father or anyone else tried to take her away from me, I would burn the entire city to the ground. I pulled my smartphone out of my pocket with my free hand. I opened the internet browser. I felt like a total idiot. I was a ruthless mob boss sitting in a bloody suit. But I didn't care. I wanted to give her exactly what she deserved when she woke up. I slowly typed into the search bar: How to properly date a woman. I hit the spacebar and typed another line. How to be a good boyfriend.

I inquired and he heaved out a sigh, placing his silverware on his plate. “I appreciate the compliments but when I set my mind on who and what I want, I don’t care about anything else until I get it. And I know I could treat her way better than he does, I will adore her, protect her, love her and respect her, make love to her like she’s the only woman in the world and make her never doubt her worth. I could be everything she wants me to be, but her boyfriend keeps ruining it.” He sounded so frustrated and even scary but I didn’t utter a single word because I didn’t even know what to say.

“Yes.” His smile widens. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” He says arrogantly. That’s my boyfriend. The most confident guy in the world, and I wouldn’t love him any less. The rest of the night is perfect. We dance, kiss, and as soon as we get home, we make love.

I say before walking into class. I had a boyfriend. I've never done that before, I mean I've had dates but not boyfriends. I don't even know why I agreed to date Brandon, I mean yeah he's hot, and sweet, and hot, and popular, and hot, and strong, and did I mention hot? But still, I don't know, maybe I'm just a weirdo. Scratch that I know I'm a weirdo. I guess as far as first boyfriends go, he was the perfect one. He had me home by curfew everyday, he was a perfect gentlemen, he was sweet, he complimented me everyday, but still it felt like something was missing, like that connection was missing. I'm sure the longer we date the better the connections will become.

he said, turning to smile at me. “I love you too,” I replied. “Where is that coming from?” “I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I just felt the need to say it. Being here with you makes me so happy. And I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else in the world.” “You’re so freaking cute, babe,” I said, fighting the urge to go over and kiss him. “You’re the most perfect boyfriend ever.” “I know,” he smirked. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m trying to picture my girlfriend naked.”

“You need to wish to be 6’2.” She threw her head back against his chest. “My apologies. I forgot for a minute how cocky you could be.” A tremor of chuckle escaped his lips and they sounded so good in her ears. “That’s what makes me charming.” She scoffed. “Right. My charming boyfriend.” He pulled her tighter against him, burying his face in her hair. “It’s perfect like this. As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.” His voice held so much certainty her heart fluttered, making her smile.

"But what did you do, Steve? Did you take me aside and tell me what an ass I was? Did you chew me out like Lisa did? No! You got all moody and sent me a silent message with your absence at dinner, and I was so giddy I pretty much missed it. As my boyfriend, I expect you to call me out when I'm being foolish. You can't let me embarrass myself without trying to stop me. It's your duty to set me straight. If I don't listen and we argue, you have to be as hard on me as you deem necessary, but you also have to always be able to forgive me. You know I'll be all over you if you do something stupid, or hurtful. I want you to love me enough to be hard on me at times, like Lisa and Charlotte were. Doe

"Well what are you waiting for? Go say hi!" "Uh..." I trailed off needing a moment. None of the guys I have met before today have been anywhere close to as good looking as he was. Some weren't ugly by any means but if the side view of this guy was good enough to be a model I can't imagine seeing his full face is like. You can do this Aubrey. Its just a business transaction. You are paying him to be your fake boyfriend, that is all. Be professional and go say hi. I nodded to my inner voice, probably looking like a lunatic to anyone watching me.

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.