Novel & Cerita No Boyfriend No Problems

“That's none of my concern now; since she refused to be mine, then no one else will have her.” Jayden chuckled. “Relax, Romeo.” I frowned immediately when I heard that nickname, Romeo. It is definitely not a suitable word to use for me. He walked back toward the chair slowly and dropped into it casually, still studying the photographs in his hands. Then he muttered. “You're bringing me a boyfriend problem?” I scoffed. “No.” I said simply. “Ex problem?” He asked again. “No.” I replied once again. He furrowed his brows. “Then what exactly am I looking at?” He asked.

Literally. Not from fear. From the way his voice slid down my spine like honey. And I suddenly became way too aware that we were all alone on the floor. “No one,” he repeated. “Not Sarah. Not your best friend. Not your boyfriend.” Again with the boyfriend talk! I should probably wear a sign saying I don’t have a boyfriend for this man to get it. “I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said way too fast. Way too eagerly. Almost angry. He didn’t reply right away.

"Boyfriend troubles?" I looked up, startled. "What?" "You have that look. The one people get when they're dealing with relationship drama." He grinned. "I've seen it before. Usually ends with someone rage-buying romance novels." "I don't have a boyfriend." "Sure. And I don't notice when people come in wearing the same clothes from the day before with suspicious marks on their neck." Heat flooded my face. I'd covered the marks with makeup but apparently not well enough. "It's complicated."

Shane said and Layla nodded. " Yeah.. " Layla muttered sadly. " Come on.. we got a solution already " Mirah said but Layla shook her head. " That's just the least problem being solved. They still wanna know who my boyfriend is. I obviously can't tell them Shane's one rich millionaire. What do I do? " She asked frustratedly. T B C

Hell, a stupid magazine had done a write up on NYC most eligible bachelors and placed my picture as number one, I had been furious and tried to have myself taken out of the article but my attorney had spouted some crap about freedom of speech, since the publishing of the article,i was being approached by even more materialistic females. The magazine listed my net worth as equal to the richest man in the world, they had also said i was tall, dark and handsome, he stood over six feet, with broad shoulders and muscles that rippled throughout his entire body, i hated gyms but i ran every morning and sometime in the evenings too, I had discovered at a young age that running was a great form of re

I guess Ruby and I really caught real Casanova Boyfriends. ************************* I don't know about you but I totally ship Micah and Brylee. They're adorable for 23 year olds who should have their life planned out. What are your thoughts on how Brylee handled the problem in her relationship? Don't forget to vote, comment, share and add to your reading list and public library. Xoxo Nicole

He paused, confusion flashing across his face. “That I’m trying to be a good boyfriend.” I dropped back onto the mattress, hands covering my face, frustration flooding me. He hovered over me again, gently pulling my hands away. “Baby, what’s wrong?” “That’s what you think being a good boyfriend is? See me upset and drag me somewhere to fuck the fight out of me?” I kept my voice as soft as I could. I didn’t walk into this blind. Noah had always been clear about the kind of relationships he knew. The kind that were just pleasure. Period.

I had to be ready for what could possibly come next. "Great." Chad murmured to himself as we quickly got on to our feet. Now Brooke was right in front of me. "What's the problem?" I acted confused. She glared. "You are my problem! Who do you think you are being all over my boyfriend?" I looked. I was really getting tired of people saying that to me. "Who is your boyfriend?" I put my hands on my hips. "Don't play dumb. Sandino Lovett is my boyfriend." Her voice was deep and full of rage. I stared back at her.

Tried for them apparently, but it never happened. "I'm turning 31 years old and I have no boyfriend. No fuckboy. No male gay best friend who might also want children but doesn't have a partner. Not even a boy that's a friend. I'm not even a piece of hot ass for someone to use and abuse." I huffed. "Life is depressing."

What the fuck! It was him. My boyfriend, Demonte Damelo. "Echo! Echo! What's wrong?" I heard the dull and bloated voice of Rebecca? Aish... Her drinking habits! "Nothing. I just had some nightmares," I shouted back pushing his hands out of my face. I knew that I would have more problems if I don't speak. "Should I come to your room?" she asked. No!No! She shouldn't come to my room. Not right now.