Nathan Schwandt Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"I have my sources. The point is, we're not making the progress we need. They're weathering everything we throw at them." Nathan leaned back. "Then we need to escalate." "Escalate how?" "I have a plan. But it requires bringing someone else in." Claire's eyes narrowed. "Who?" "My girlfriend. Isabelle." "You have a girlfriend? Since when?" "Three months. I met her at a conference in Portland." "And you're just telling me this now?" "Because it wasn't relevant until now. But I asked her to move in with me this weekend." Claire stared at him. "You asked her to move in? Nathan, are you insane? How does getting more serious with another woman help you win Kristine?"

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

At least if things went south I had them with me. The door opened to reveal an older version of Nate, "Nate my boy so glad you made it" His dad I presumed, pulled him in for a hug. Nate pulled away first and looked towards me. He took my hand and pulled me towards him. "Dad this is Jade, my girlfriend" "Ah so this is Jade," he mumbled with a surprised look on his face. "Well it's nice to meet you, honey," he grinned as he pulled me in for a hug as well.

After a moment of hesitation, Nathan smiled. Nathan: “Irene, are you trying to help me save money? Other women would surely ask for more, but you, you do the opposite.” Although I hadn’t heard any rumors about Nathan, since he had casually asked me to be his sexual partner at the time, I suspected he had had many girlfriends in the past. Did all his ex-girlfriends constantly ask him for money? Even if I was curious, I didn’t dare ask, because Nathan was usually very private about his personal affairs.

Only I stood there in shock. It was not until my mother elbowed me and said in frustration, "Look at Leo. He's about to get married. And you? Always talking about bringing your 'imaginary' girlfriend home. When are you going to let me meet a real one?" I silently remarked, "Mom, you've already met her. The woman standing shyly beside another man is my girlfriend, Elsa." But I did not dare say it aloud, fearing my mom would have a heart attack on the spot.

My best friend beamed, wrapping herself around Nathan Whitley's arm. "Nathan," she cooed, "my friend here was just saying her boyfriend has no sex drive. I was teaching her how to turn a guy on. "You know what… maybe we should show her one of our private videos?" My breath caught. My heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist. I couldn't believe it. It was really Nathan. Just last night, he'd been sick in bed, stuck in a run-down studio apartment, eating leftover bread.

Hugh asked pointing at me, shamelessly as always, unknowing to Nathan's murderous expression, while I frowned at his sexist comment. "Hugh," Nathan spoke through clenched teeth, "meet Savannah Tresscot, my girlfriend." Holy Shit! Did Mr. Jealous Brooding Boss just say girlfriend! And just like that, I instantly forgot the maggot trespassing in on our lovely-dovey moment. "Holy Cow! Morning Myrtle?" Or not. I guess this time, it was me with the murderous expression as Nathan quickly said, "Hugh, let’s go to my private suit, shall we? It's much more comfortable than this office."

And then— “Mr. Cross, what about the woman seen leaving your home this morning? Can you comment on her identity?” Time slowed. Nathan didn’t blink. “Lana Reyes is my girlfriend.” The lounge exploded. Gasps. Screams. Olivia’s tray clattered to the floor. But Nathan wasn’t finished. Another reporter pushed, “Are you settling down, Mr. Cross?” His lips curved, not into one of his usual icy smirks—but something softer. Real. “I would be lucky if Miss Reyes would have me,” he said. “But I haven’t asked her… yet.”

She turned toward me with a frown on her beautiful face, I looked away and couldn't say anything to her. "Mother, that's Sophia, my girlfriend." Nate said and grabbed my arms, our hands linked. I tried to leave his hands because my hands are sweaty due to the anxiousness but he kept my hand in a tight hold. Paula clenched her fist and her jaw ticked in anger, she sighed heavily and gave me a fake smile. "I thought that it was supposed to be Grace." "Grace isn't the one who is destined to be the woman of my life, Sophia is." Nate added which made, his mother, even more furious, he's playing with fire. I struggled to get away from him, he shouldn't do this.

“Jude says you both are blowing him away at the internship. I’m to understand you’re not only partners but dating?” “That’s right,” I nodded. “We work really well together in all aspects.” “Lucky man, Nathaniel.” “I really am.” Nathaniel smiled. Oh this was going so well! Both Nathaniel and I were impressing them. “Yes, I believe Willow and Nahtaniel will change this industry completely. They’re both absolutely brilliant. Do you know who their sister is?” Jude asked. The men shook their heads. “Scarlett Watson-Wrenford.” “You don’t say!”