My Boyfriend Peter Novels & Stories

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.

"But in eight years—" "Don't. Don't even think that way." "Why not? You married Jamie eventually. Your boyfriend's father. If forbidden relationships can work out—" "They don't work out. They explode. And everyone gets hurt." I stood. "Promise me you'll stay away from Adrian." "I can't promise that. He'll find me. We both know it." "Then promise me you'll be careful. Smart. That you won't let him manipulate you." "I'll try." It wasn't enough. But it was all I was going to get.

Ruth said, and reached across to squeeze Liam's hand on the table, and I thought, distantly, that my own sister was currently holding my boyfriend's hand with more enthusiasm than I had all week. "You're all too kind," Liam said, and did the thing where he ducked his head slightly, humble, charming, the exact performance that used to work on me too before I'd watched him do it so many times I could recite the choreography. He turned to me then. Slid his arm around the back of my chair, rubbed his thumb along my upper arm slow and warm, the kind of touch that was supposed to say I adore this woman to a room full of witnesses.

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

Ezekiel, maintaining his composure, reached out and shook it firmly. "So, you’re Kathrine’s boyfriend?" Dad said with a hint of curiosity, though his tone carried an undertone of something sharper. I arched my brows, surprised and uneasy at Dad’s choice of words. He shouldn’t have phrased it like that. Ezekiel, unbothered, replied calmly, "I’m Ezekiel. That’s my identity—not just being Kathrine’s boyfriend." The two men exchanged calm looks, but the tension between them was unmistakable, like the air had grown thicker with unspoken challenges.

At a class reunion, someone introduced me to the man I had secretly dated for five years. “Mr. Lawson, Mia works on your research team too. Why don’t you two give it a try?” I walked over to Zeke Lawson, ready to take this chance to finally tell everyone that we were together. But Zeke took a step back and pointed toward his childhood friend, who had just returned from overseas. “No, thanks. I already have feelings for someone else.” He kept his distance and made sure no one would suspect anything between us. “If you’re looking to get married, I can introduce you to someone. I think you’d be a great match.” I let out an awkward laugh as I looked at Zeke, who was keeping a good ten fee

I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. As we made it outside, James and I were waiting patiently for the car to come around for us. During that time, I spotted a familiar face unexpectedly from across the street, amongst the crowds of people. I couldn’t believe it. It was my boyfriend, Peter. The man who’d been missing for weeks on end. He was smiling, laughing, and intimately holding hands with another woman. Oh my God...

I grabbed a can of cold beer from the fridge, then heard footsteps behind me. “Hey,” Peter said, stepping inside, eyes gleaming. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine. I giggled. “Peter,” I murmured in between kisses, “what are you doing?” “I’m kissing my girlfriend. What does it look like I’m doing?” Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly and sat me on the counter, resuming the kiss with more heat. His mouth moved to my neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone.

I hastily said making a mental note to find Siobhan and tell her her new beau had come looking for her. “She wasn’t there.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “You seem to hate me but your friend obviously doesn’t share your feelings for me.” He pushed away from the wall and took several steps toward me. I involuntarily took 4 steps backward. He was so intimidating. “You haven’t told your friend lies about me have you?” “W-what lies?” “That I’m a playboy out to break her heart.” “Why would I do that? Siobhan will see for herself.”

“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?