I Thought He Liked Me But He Has A Girlfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There was no reason for me to feel jealous, but I knew I was. "W-What do you mean? You have a girlfriend, but she's not? She's married or in a relationship with someone else?" I acted so curiously even though I already knew something about the subject. "She's not my girlfriend, and I just hope she is—" he said, stopping himself from saying more. He sighed as if there were a serious reason why the girl wasn't his girlfriend yet. I found that so intriguing, and I felt he was about to add more to his statement, so I waited, but he didn't, so I prompted him to tell me more.

However, in this particular moment, I was taken aback when he confessed something to me. "Um, Sam, I know this might seem sudden, but I need to tell you something. I like you, Sam," he admitted. "What?!" I exclaimed, unable to believe my ears. "I want to be more than just friends. I want you to be my girlfriend," he expressed. His words left me momentarily speechless. Yes, I do feel a deep connection with him, and being with him feels effortless. But I'm uncertain if I see him as a romantic partner or solely as a dear friend.

Murder suddenly seemed reasonable. But then his expression softened—just slightly. “I stood beside you through every miserable year of that exile protecting your stubborn ass.” He said quietly. “And then you came back and treated me like a stranger. And me… I was the fool who thought we had actually become friends.” I blinked fast, trying to shake it off, because somehow that hurt more than all his insults combined. A terrible thought slipped into my mind. Does he really have a girlfriend? The idea irritated me instantly. Why should I care? I didn’t. Absolutely not.

“And I can mind fuck him if I want. It’s my mind after all.” I scoffed. Haley could be so unbearable. It was one of her best qualities. She could piss off an angel into swearing. Haley turned to face me. “Do you know if he has a girlfriend?” Un-fucking-believable! “Of course, I’d know that.” I snarled. “It’s not like I just met him for the first time in my life last night.” “You don’t have to be sarcastic.” I sighed. “And you don’t have to be so touchy.”

"Does it matter now?" I cross my arms, "Yes." He lets out a breath, "It was less about you and more about your gender in general. I saw you as just one of the rest. Of course I didn't know you more. I should have gotten to know you more, but back then you were a nuisance to me. Now, you are my incredibly beautiful, smart, and weird girlfriend. I've told you that I don't want any other girls. I'm confirming that I don't hate you. I like you, alot," he chuckles. "Trust me."

I add because he is still thinking about it. "Hey, a boyfriend can give his girlfriend anything right!"

“And every time I was with her… every single time… I thought about you. Pictured your face instead of hers. Your tits. Your ass. The way you moan when I hit that spot just right. Fuck, Ava… you’re perfect. Always have been. I’d fuck her and imagine it was you riding me. Every damn time.” I lay there frozen. My heart dropped so hard into my stomach I thought I might throw up. The warm fuzzy feeling from two seconds ago? Gone. Replaced with this cold, sharp twist right under my ribs. He had a girlfriend. An actual girlfriend. Not just some random girl who called. A girlfriend he was still with. And he’d been thinking about me the whole time he was fucking her? Picturing me? Wanting a threesome

“Is there any part of you that likes him? Even in the slightest bit?” “Honestly, I did have actual feelings for him at some point, but that’s not the case now. He has a girlfriend, and they’re serious or whatever, so I’ve stepped all the way back with him. Whatever we had or whatever it is that I wanted us to have is over now. Trust me,” I said with a dry laugh.

"Do you have a girlfriend? You don't have to think about anything, okay? I am merely asking because I have never seen you around any girl or the maids. That's why I am asking, you know, just…want to know." "Yean, I have a girlfriend." I fake a smile. "Oh, you do? Good, that's very nice. You must be very lucky then." I say then remain silent, my heart breaking into smaller pieces. "Would you like to see her one day?" "No! That's absurd, I don't want to know whatever she's made of. Annoying little bitch." I add before realizing I have gone too far. "Seems like you have a problem with someone you've not even met." He scoffs and I shake my head in annoyance. Can't he see I like him? I've been fo

I looked around the place only to find him busy with his friends. “So what? I don't mind him spending time with his friends. Having a girlfriend doesn't mean you will only stick with her. They have family and friends. They have to give his time to them too. I can't be selfish not to give him any freedom.” I stated and he laughed nodding his head. “So thoughtful of you. He's blessed to have such an understanding girlfriend. I wish to have one like you.” My heart skipped a beat at his last line. So I looked away from him.