My Boyfriend Peter Novels & Stories

Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman. While I didn't exactly have a good relationship with Frida, my busy work schedule had helped keep our interactions minimal. I always thought of it as a blessing in disguise. That continued until recently when Frida found herself a boyfriend, Bryson Ewing, and brought him home. Her son was already married, and she herself had been widowed for years. Considering her age, one would expect her new boyfriend to be someone of a similar standing. Yet, she defied expectations by dating a man ten years younger than her.

“Of course I have friends!” I hear a familiar voice from the hall, he joins Hunter on asking me. “Who?” I think and think again, then I realize I can only deny Hunter’s affirmation with an evasive answer. “I trust Peter and I trust you guys.” Connor shows up in the living room partially dressed in his fire fighter uniform, with boots and beige pants and, as always, he butts in our conversation stuttering more than ever, with his irrelevant questions. “We a… are your bro… bothers, we do… don’t c…count. And Peter is yo… your partner. Hunt, is it tr… true that Damy Boy is da… dating?”

“I have you, don’t I? Not to mention that Jason Evans already has someone in his heart. Even the real Britney couldn’t take his heart.” “He has a girlfriend?” “No. He likes Fia.” Peter’s expression darkenedw. Then, what about his younger sister?

you know where Mike is? ‘I do’. He nodded. ‘Where is he?’ Peyton spoke up. Peter looked at her, raising his eyebrow before he looked back at me. ‘Who’s she?’ ‘My girlfriend’. I told him, draping an arm over Peyton’s shoulder. His gaze dropped to her stomach. ‘Congratulations.’ His tone was very flat. I just thanked him. ‘Funnily enough, my wife has a sister called Peyton’. Peter commented. ‘Alright then, so where's Mike?’ I interjected before Millie’s name could be mentioned. I’m guessing Pete knew about Millie’s connection to Peyton and Probably Ella too... He better keep his mouth shut. He could fuck up everything.

I have just gotten off work and I’m making dinner when her call came in. I flip the pancake in the plan, before replying her. “Rude, But not so handsome.” No lies, Peter is handsome But his attitude is a turn off. “Pooh____ lease! It’s because you have a boyfriend. I’m sure if Mike wasn’t on the line, I’m sure you would have thrown yourself around him by now. Peter is a Greek God.” I scoff at her words, turning off the gas. “Even if I’m single, I’ll never go out with him.”

I finally snapped, the frustration bubbling over. Peter rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I saw your precious boyfriend storm out of the house. And he was looking at me like I had just run over his mom. Like he couldn’t wait to… I don’t know… disembowel me or something.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered, the words barely audible. Peter raised an eyebrow. “But you slept with him, didn’t you?”

My presence alone was so powerful that he instinctively trembled as a Beta. "You… How can you… You're only an ordinary Omega, how can you have this power?" he asked in a trembling voice. I turned to look at the man I dated for seven years, and I felt nothing at all. The guilt, unease, and the hope for a lifetime together had vanished. "Liam, we have nothing to do with each other anymore, so I won't answer you," I said, my voice so calm that it surprised me. Liam seemed to realize something. The pressure he had felt when we first met had not been an accident.

That only confused Piper more. “She’s just strange like that,” Bethany, the green-haired girl, said with a sigh, eyes still on her phone. “Hard to influence.” “I think I can,” Piper said confidently. She stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Elsa, pulling her in. “Okay, listen. I promise this time will be different. It’s just a mini hangout, with the X boys and the Phantom girls. Let’s go together.” Elsa shook her head immediately. “See? I told you,” Bethany muttered.

Bram groans and tries to move away this time, "I don't want a boyfriend." "Great. Then it works even better, we fuck and have fun," he says, giving me a big smile that out of nowhere stops and he looks contemplative, as if for the first time ever, a real thought is occurring inside his bigass head, "I've never had sex with a friend before. Or a co-worker, obviously." "Are you not fucking your teammates in the showers?" I ask, laughing when he gives me a bewildered look, "I've seen it, all of you naked together, washing each other's backs, touching tips..."

"I expect to take his empire, his reputation, and his freedom, and leave him with nothing. But I need you to play the role, Phoebe. I need you to be the bait, and I need you to walk into that room at my side." "I’m not a bait," I said, standing up and tucking the bandage away. "I’m a partner." Peter looked at me for a long, agonizing moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he stood up, his towering presence once again reclaiming the room, but the distance between us had been permanently closed. He didn't move away. He stayed close, his body radiating a heat that felt like a tether, binding us together in the dark.