My Boyfriend Called Me A Stranger On Livestream Novels & Stories

And while all of this was going on… I stood at the far corner. Broken, empty, aching. I'd left the frame the moment the stream began, watching as all five of them claimed each other like this was the main event. Brian looked back at me once, just once, while Mia and Gabbie rubbed their pussies along his cock, moaning from the pleasure. That single look broke something inside me. I whisked past them, grabbing the oversized T and joggers on the floor, before snatching my phone and ending the livestream.

Didn't know I was going to explain to her. "Ava, did you hear me?" she said when she realized that I was lost. "Oh yeah, I heard all you said," I replied with a smile. She was like the only family I had. I needed to let her know what was going on. "I am getting married soon to a stranger," I said in a cold and calm voice "What? Why are your parents so heartless?" she said angrily, knowing fully well that my parents were the ones who arranged the marriage. Just then, Clara Wilson walked in. "Oh! You are here telling people about your useless life."

With the smoothness of someone in a soap opera, she grabbed his arm and slid her hand into his as if it belonged there. “There you are, babe,” she said, her voice an octave too high. The stranger blinked, but instead of pulling away, he slid his hand around her waist. He squeezed gently, a silent show of solidarity. His voice was smooth, amused. “Hey, babe.” “Derek,” Layla said brightly, pulling the stranger closer, “this is my boyfriend. Ethan.” Derek lifted an eyebrow so high Layla thought it might fly right off his face. “Boyfriend?”

"It's fine, even if it's stained." Her cheeks turned a deeper red. She giggled, then suddenly got pulled out of view. Off-camera came the unmistakable sounds of kissing and breathless laughter. The comments scrolled faster and faster, one line catching my eye—'I swear I just heard Ian Sutherland's voice.' The man's voice came again, colder this time. "I'm not." The livestream cut off abruptly. I set my phone down and drifted back into sleep.

I stroked through it, milking every pulse, listening to a stranger growl filthy praise, pretending—wishing—it was someone else. I panted, forgetting to be sexy, just trying to get my lungs to work. After a minute of nothing but quiet breathing, someone spoke. I think it was me. “That was…” “Yeah. It was.” I heard him take another steadying breath. “Thank you, pretty boy,” he said, so soft and sweet. Then he was gone. I pulled out my earbuds and sat up on my bed in a daze. What the fuck had just happened? Had I really jerked myself off to a stranger on the phone, thinking about my uncle? What was wrong with me?

"Jacob, aren't you trying to pursue me? If you won't even buy me something this cheap, then how can you say you like me?" The chat actually froze for a couple of seconds, like everyone was too stunned to type. Then it came back even crazier than before. "Wait, was that Carol's voice just now?" "That recording has to be fake, right? What's actually going on?" Within seconds, the livestream's viewership shot past 100 thousand people. I smiled calmly at the camera. "Today, I'll show you all how to take down a gold digger."

All I was left with was an empty bag and phone calls that would not go through. I could not help but wonder if he had never intended to go with me in the first place and was just putting on a show to appease me. I had thought he was taking the initiative to make amends, which was unprecedented for him. With this in mind, I suddenly felt something on my face. I raised my hand to wipe it and found my palm wet. Just then, the two girls next to me, watching a livestream, suddenly screamed. "Gosh, so sweet! Other people’s boyfriends are always the sweetest!"

I give relationship advice online, helping the lovesick and heartbroken work through their problems. One night a young man called into my livestream. A wealthy woman had been keeping him for seven years. Now he wanted to go home and get married, but she'd threatened to kill herself if he left. I gave him the standard advice. "You want out? Go to her husband. Tell him the truth. Give everything back." Three days later a property deed arrived, along with dozens of luxury-car keys and more than a hundred designer bags. Then my phone lit up with a transfer notification. Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The note read: "Thanks for the advice. Returning everything to its rightful own

*Atta girl* *You know I could be lying* I stated *Yea, you could but I'm deciding to trust you* he said and it warmed my heart that a stranger trusts me while my 3 years boyfriend always believes outsiders instead of me. Maybe this breakup is a good thing, and just like this stranger said, I will look back and be happy it happened. *So what is your name?* I asked since it is only normal to know who you're chatting with. *I am not saying since you never officially introduced yourself* he replied. How weird, males are always eager to tell a girl their name.

One of them couldn't hold back the excitement as she asked us, " Wait.. Sister..you two..know each others? How? Is he your boyfriend?" That one single word was enough to awake all the pains and sorrows inside me. More tears threatened to spew over from my eyes in front of them. I forced them back for the sake of my image. Luca's lips parted to say something but I blurted without meeting his eyes, " He..he is nothing to me..We are just strangers.."