No Boyfriend Problem Novels & Stories

I lifted my palm, focusing on him, and not anyone around us any longer. "Since your pea-sized brain is missing some very important facts. I'll have to remind you that I have a boyfriend. We're together and we've been happy, things have been going great but since I got stuck with you for some reason, we've been having problems, I'm trying to fix that, a picture with you in that position is not going to lessen the problem. It'll double it!" I lifted both arms dramatically. Even after that, he only shrugged acting like it was nothing. Maybe Dylan truly didn't care about anyone else, except himself. Maybe he fed off the pains and suffering of the people around him. That sure as hell explains why

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

He was just there. "I fell in love with her boyfriend." The words hung in the air between us. Liam didn't say anything for a long time. Then he leaned back in the booth. Let out a breath. "Shit," he said. "Yeah." "Does he love you back?" "Yes." "Then it's not just you." "That doesn't make it better." "No." Liam shook his head. "It doesn't. But it means you're not the only one carrying this." I didn't know what to say to that.

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.

Damn. "It could be anything between a week or 10 days. Is it a problem?" "No sir, it's no trouble." I said with a confident voice. "You better tell your boyfriend about the duration." He said with strange expressions. "Sir I don't have a boyfriend." I said while stumbling on my words while Feeling the awkward vibe. "Okay." He said while raising an eyebrow. What is that supposed to mean. I told him I don't have a boyfriend and he said Okay. I can never understand what's going on in his mind. May be he was just being curious. You are overthinking.

“He always kept his…partners at a distance. None got close enough to carry that title.” I snort in disbelief. “Are you saying that he has never had a boyfriend before?” He nods, slowly, his eyes narrowing as if in thought. “I would remember if there was anyone…oh, there was. But a girlfriend. After high school. Lasted a few months.” I can’t help but wonder whether the relationship didn’t last because of the issue with Ashton. And whether that’s why Ben never dated anyone else for years. If that was the case, the fact that after so long, he decided to go against his brother for me…

"I, Ferdinand Alexander 'Sandro' Alfonzo Mercado do solemnly swear to you that I will diligently execute the position of a boyfriend, and will, to the best of my ability, uphold my love, and support every little thing you does neglecting your crazy but cute attitude and to live each day with you with all my heart. Will you be my girl?" There she stood like a doll, she remained still and did not even try to react to my confession. Am I not good enough to be her boyfriend? Everyone says that I am the nation's choice. How can she not choose me?!

“Right, well, I’m not comfortable sharing my relationship story with my boss.” His chest vibrated with a low hum. “I want to know anyway. So tell me, Ameena.” Persistent, just like Lucien. Why do the recent men in my life have this common attribute? “I—I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said hesitantly. “It’s bothersome, and I don’t have the time to entertain suitors.” He sighed, ran a finger through his hair, and said, “It’s a shame. I was just planning to woo you.”

It should make me feel better, but my mind punishes me with imaginary thoughts of what's happening behind the door I force it out, getting into bed and tucking myself under the sheets. I close my eyes and remind myself of the same thing. Anna is his girlfriend. I'm just the fake boyfriend. But the truth only reinforces what I already know. That I’m the only sore loser in this fake relationship.

I didn’t know. At the very least, Guy seemed to have lost most of his family. Being his friend couldn’t hurt, right? And if something more developed, well, I could deal with it from there. “Do you have a boyfriend already?” Guy asked, scrutinizing me. I was curious what he was thinking now, because I was pretty sure my silence was starting to get conspicuous. This time, though, I could answer out loud—and truthfully. “No.” “Girlfriend?” “Nope.”