I Heart My Girlfriend Sweatpants Novels & Stories

But it's hard for me to care when with every second I spend in here with this woman I hate him more and more for putting me through this. I don't think I can do this anymore. I don't think I can work for him while he has a girlfriend. I don't want that at all. But for the moment, I have to finish this report because it's one of the few things he's asked me to do that's important. Once I'm done, I get up to go print the document. "That's a really cute sweater, Andy," the girl says, and just because my back is turned to her I give myself permission to roll my eyes hard and mock her stupidly loud voice, "You're super cute, do you have a boyfriend… or girlfriend?"

“But I was planning on grabbing a coffee at Starbucks... And no offense but, I don’t think any of my clothes would fit you,” It takes every ounce of will-power to not close the distance between us, kiss her amused lips and claim her as I should. She is my mate; resisting the temptation of the bond is like fighting against a hurricane. “Do you have any sweatpants?” “They wouldn’t fit you,” She says, not bothering to hide it. “It would look like you were wearing shorts,” “Better than being naked,” I head for the door and hold it up for my irritated mate. “Ladies first,”

I grab it from his hand and hide it behind my back. " There's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby," I only turn and head back to the closet without adding a word. I slip on the panties and join him in the bedroom. He looks amused. I take his hand in mine boldly and allow him to guide me out. "Are you going to work today?" I ask. "No, I want to spend the day with my girlfriend. Is that alright?" My insides warm up at that, and a smile blooms on my face. Girlfriend, I'm his girlfriend. I've never been someone's girlfriend. I stop walking and frown, inspecting my outfit. With the belt added, the shirt reached mid-thigh.

' He smirked, eyes trailing down my body. I wasn't dressed fancy, so I didn't see why he felt the need to observe my outfit of choice. I rolled my eyes at him, burying my hands deep into my coat pockets. The sweatpants I wore did nothing but hide my figure, the beanie on my head kept me nice and warm. I am perfectly chirpy.'I snarked. “Are you sure? I can smell you.” I stumbled in my step, narrowing my eyes at him. “You sound like a Creep.”

I instantly hated the thought. Other things in the package were gray tracksuits. I slipped the sweatpants over my white legs, the elastic fabric wrapping around my legs like a second skin. The hooded kangaroo pocket detailed sweatpants also covered my body. Yes, someone definitely knew my body measurements very well. With socks and white sneakers on my feet, it would have been enough if I had at least gathered my hair in a messy bun, but there was no buckle. I sighed and played with the black thread hanging from the end of my hoodie, staring at the full pitcher and glass she had left for me. I could.

I said as I stopped her from opening the wardrobe and she looked all confused on my face. “Here’s what we are gonna wear for the date,” I placed the parcel in front of her. She picked it off and dug out the dress from there. She looked amazed and shocked at the same time when she saw that. “You really want to go to date with me on this,” she asked me and I nodded my head. “Are you sure?” she asked me one more time. I confidently nodded my head. “Like seriously? Who goes on a date with a sweatpant?” she let her mouth open with a surprise.

“Nate! No! Don’t you dare do that!” Nate made a face and shrugged. “I was only trying to give you a bonus.” “Stop it. I know I don’t like Daniella, but not to the extent of destroying her image.” I whispered hurriedly. Nate moved closer to me, his hand going towards my hair. “So, are we an item now? I can’t wait to flaunt you around as my girlfriend.” I feigned a smile and nodded slowly. Nate would be the last person I would ever date, but I had to give in.

I button up the shirt as I walk behind Nayel out of the bedroom. .... "Here these look like they'll fit," Nayel says handing me a pair of grey sweatpants, "They're old, they don't fit me anymore, they're too small" I take the sweatpants and head to the bathroom. I freshen up a bit, washing my face, tying my hair then put on the sweatpants Nayel just gave me under the blue shirt I slept in. The sweatpants were slightly loose but not to the point where they were slipping off my legs so it was fine.

Ivan" I called not knowing what to say "Please Adure I know I've not been nice to you,I called you names and said hurtful words to you,but the thing is,I can't get my head off you, I can't stop stealing glances at you in class , I can't stop wanting to hear your voice everyday.swears these last two weeks were like hell without you, I can't help but confess that I'm madly and irrevocably In love with you, with the most beautiful ugly girl I've ever met. Adure please,will you be my girlfriend" he ended his long speech

Jessica I pull my sweatshirt over my black camisole in this tiny bathroom and look down at the matching sweatpants I wear and sigh- I was told to wear something comfortable to work, but I will not be staying in this; I will be given my sexy uniform tonight. Sexy…That word haunts me. I have never been sexy.