Novel & Cerita James Goldstein Girlfriend

“ James! “ I called and he stopped, turning to face me. “Yes sir!! “ I struggled with the words for a whole minute and he watched me as If I was suffering from a sudden breakdown. Because that was the first he might have seen me stuttering. “ Do you have a girlfriend?? “ I asked while scratching the bridge of my nose, his eyes snapped up to me. “S-Sorry Sir. What?? I-I think I misheard you. “ He watched me with a horrified face. “ You heard me right, James. Do you have a girlfriend or are you married?? “ I asked , throwing an annoyed look at him. “ No, I-I mean. Yes Sir. I've a girlfriend.” He answered and his ears turned pink. “ What do you gift her ? “ I asked further, trying to hide my he

She fakes a gasp too. "Yes, viewers, it is official. The winner of the competition, the fantastic artist, Celeste James, has denied recognizing her ever-loving boyfriend. This is the heartbroken Plinio Murray, signing off-" "Boyfriend, huh?" She smirks, throwing her paintbrush at me. "Yes, girlfriend. I wanted to be loud and clear." I grab her closer by the waist. Her hands rest on my shoulder and I lean forward to kiss her but she dips her head back.

We ordered some food and drinks to celebrate the deal. Although I was happy with the deal that I had sealed with James, something felt strange and I couldn’t stop looking out the huge window that was across from me—as if I was waiting for something to happen. James went to the bathroom to facetime his girlfriend, who didn’t believe that he was at the restaurant for a meeting with me—one of the many reasons why I didn’t want any relationship.

she said. "We?" I asked. "Yeah, James and I came together" she said. I turned around and saw James walkie down the stairs. "Hey Lovelyn" he said. "Hi James, where were you last night?" I asked pretending not to know. "Uhmm.....uh" he stammered. "Where did you just to" I said and glared at him playfully. "Uhmm..I was with my girlfriend" he said and I gasped. "You have a girlfriend?" I asked in surprise.

When the waiter beside heard that young master Goldstein wanted to marry that woman, he also showed a hint of envy in his eyes. Since these people were all horrible players, it was fine for them to have fun with women, but it was an insurmountable task for them to marry one. "Nevermind, I better not bother the lady." Young master Goldstein nodded his head. "That's not the right thing to say. That woman most likely didn't know about your identity, right?" the man wearing glasses spoke. "Yes." Young master Goldstein nodded. After meeting Madison, he had a chaotic state of mind. All he could think of was her incredibly beautiful face.

Jay yelped, his tiny voice cracking and Tracey rolled her eyes at him. Thalia laughed softly. “Tracey, tell me.” “Mommy, Jay has a girlfriend!” Jay groaned dramatically, dragging his small palm down his face. “Really?” Thalia raised a brow as Tracey nodded vigorously. “Her name is Jewel. She’s that aunty’s daughter you know, the woman who insulted Daddy at the mall.” Thalia hummed as she tied Tracey’s ponytail and smoothed her baby hairs with gel. “Mommy, Jewel is my friend,” Jay said in his little serious tone. “She’s my girlfriend, not the girl I’m dating.”

I responded, thinking he called me. ‎ ‎"No, darling," he said, "I'm not calling you. My girlfriend is Kourtney over here." ‎ ‎Everyone, including myself, froze. "Kourtney and I have been together for a few weeks now, and we're considering taking things to the next level, you know, a man's gotta settle." ‎ ‎I was too stunned to speak. I stood there like a water fountain fixed to a spot, my eyes wide open like I'm in a scary movie. The saliva in my mouth dried up, and I felt like my throat was burning.

My hands trembled as I picked it up. “Read it. Out loud.” I swallowed. “This agreement states that Blake Monroe will act as Ethan Blackwood’s girlfriend for a duration of three months, in exchange for the sum of thirty million dollars, to be paid upon successful completion of the arrangement.” I dropped the paper. He watched me with that damn smirk. “Well?” I stared at him. “Are you completely out of your f**king mind?”

“I thought you got yourself a sugar daddy. Did he cut you off or something?” “Wren, say something. Do you have any idea what people are saying about you? They’re saying you’re a gold-digger, that you dumped James and got picked up by some old, ugly rich guy. Is any of it true?” I rinsed out the mop. “Doesn’t matter,” I said quietly. “Let them say whatever they want.” “As long as James is happy.” I bent over and rolled up my sleeves, and my wrists came into view, covered in rash and scratch marks.