James Charles Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Once they were out of earshot, Tasha turned to James and smirked, "So... your fiancee?" Jame grabbed a shot from the table and gulped it down. As he put the empty glass back on the counter, he responded nonchalantly, "Fiancee... would be fiancee... same thing." "Overconfident, aren't you?" Tasha snickered. James shrugged his shoulders in indifference and turned back to look at Damon and Kara. Kara's gaze was on him but turned away as soon as he looked in her direction, but not before he had caught her watching.

From travelling around the world and meeting new people, seeing the different cultures, even featuring in some runways. I can't believe he got into a bit of commercial modelling, tried joining the natural geographic team but knew he couldn't survive, taught Chinese kids English, best of all, he has mended his relationship with his parents. James is a son of two well known people, Charlene and Victor, Charlene a famous surgeon and Victor owns one of the largest firms in Milan, and it has branched around the world. Victor also comes from a long line of royalty in Greece. James also has a little sister, who is a sweetheart and is a little over my age.

".... I promised I would try to arrange an interview for her with HR for your student engineer program...." "Of course, James. I'll be happy to organise that for you. But, um… tell me a bit more about her. I saw her with your friend last time. Is she his wife? Girlfriend? Or....?" James shifts in his seat.... What's his relationship to her? His interest? There's something going on here.... .... and he's not saying what.... "Michael and Charlotte are very close," he says. "And Michael is my closest friend. Charlotte.… had a poor start in life. I would like to help them if I can."

Charles from next door was munching on something as he approached. “Are you only having your dinner now, Mr. Charles?” “Yeah. Seems like you are too.” Mr. Charles inquired with a smile, “Did Jasmine leave? I saw her carrying a bouquet of flowers and leaving with a handsome boy who often drops by your shop. Is he Jasmine’s boyfriend?” “Yes. He’s Mr. Bucham, Jasmine’s boyfriend.” Serenity invited Mr. Charles in for a seat. Instead of taking a seat, Mr. Charles cheerfully remarked, “I’m just dropping by to tell you something.”

His expression instantly darkened! Not only Charles but also Janell, standing beside him, suddenly looked grim. "Who is he?" Charles asked, his face cold. "He's my boyfriend!" Valerie lifted her head, reaching out to hold Liam's arm. "I told you both, I really have a boyfriend, but you just don't believe me!" "You're Valerie's boyfriend?" Charles furrowed his brow deeply, turning his gaze to Liam. "I…" Liam opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but at that moment, he felt Valerie's nervous, trembling grip on his arm.

The understanding in her eyes made my heart clench. "These two are growing like weeds." I quickly changed the subject. "They really are. I want them to stay little forever." Before I could respond my brother Lucas's loud voice echoed through the living room. "You must be Jackson's boyfriend." I turned just in time to see Knox looking at my brother in confusion. "I'm actually Aubrey's boyfriend." Both Lucas and Annie's head whipped towards me. Yes, it was that much of a shocker that I brought a guy home. "My bad. Aubrey's never brought a guy home before." Lucas apologized, shaking Knox's hand. At his words though Knox glanced over at me with a raised eyebrow. My cheeks flamed at the confessio

“Yes. Of course” “Great but I have one question” “What?” “Do you have a boyfriend back in America?” “Why is this question related to us pretending to be a couple?” “Because I won’t pretend to be the boyfriend of someone else’s girlfriend Sarah. You know I can’t do this and these are not my standards” “No. I don’t have a boyfriend Jan” When she said that I felt happiness I can’t express with words. I don’t remember feeling this happy for a long time.

Looking at Charles with the hope that he would either support me in what I had planned to do or he would come with an even better way out of this weird situation that we were going to land in if I continued to stay here now that he was in love with someone else. In my mind I had this thing going on that how could a player like him fall in love. He had at least been a lover boy, and that was something which I had known from all the stories that the house manager, James, had told me. He wanted a new chick every day, and if he ever felt that he started to love a girl, then he would be with her for a week maximum before he realized it was all too much for him to put up with.

James asked, slurring. “What are you talking about?” I snapped at him. He slid his phone across the table, and sure enough, there was a photo of Julia at a dimly lit restaurant, smiling softly, a glass of red wine in her hand. And sitting across from her was none other than that asshole, Charles. “You know this man?” I sneered at James. “Sure,” James shrugged. “We met during college. He’s not, like, a close friend or anything. But I know him, yeah.”

“Love looks different when you’ve had to build an empire with your bare hands.” I take a step toward her. “You didn’t build an empire. You built a gilded prison.” “You want honesty?” she says, voice low now, sharp. “James is his father’s son. The need for gratification? The restlessness? The entitlement to anything he wants? It’s in his blood. Charles taught him without even trying.” “I’m not Charles’ wife.” “No. But if you stay married to James, you’ll be in my shoes eventually. Watching him chase distraction after distraction. And you’ll either accept it, or you’ll break.”