Patrick Kane Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Kane said, and I smiled. “So I’m in the tub and um, well I’m indulging in a little self-loving and I look up and there he was.” “Mmm, wet Sarah. Keeping going.” “Shhh, I’m not done. Anyways, there was a mix up with our rooms and he just broke up with his girlfriend. We played ‘never have I ever.’” I thought for a moment about telling Kane what I’d confessed to Dom when he let out a choking sound. “Kane, you okay?”

"Guess what she told me?" "I have no clue," I answer and put the cooked pancake on a plate. "She is choosing Stefano over Grayson," Kay smirks and I look at her shocked. "She decided that Stefano is someone she can see a life with," Kay explains, "and she thinks that Grayson and your brother are into each other." "There are couples left and right now!" I exclaim with a chuckle and she nods. "Quinn said her boyfriend was coming to the city in a few days," Kay says and I nod with a smile.

I followed him until he entered a stall for expensive watches. From where I am standing, I saw how Kyle Sebastian kissed a beautiful woman. In return, the woman gave him a sweet smile. My heart skips a bit. After almost ten years of not seeing him, I didn't expect that seeing him now with another woman would bring this much pain. Those sweet smiles he gave to me in the past will now remain in the past. To wish for us to become an us is impossible. He's already happy with that beautiful woman and second, our worlds now are miles apart.

he said. “I hope so.” “Yeah...” “So...” Kane trailed. “I heard you got yourself a girlfriend, Count.” That put a smile on his lips, “She’s amazing, Kane. Just plain fucking amazing. I’m lost for words how amazing she is.” Kane chuckled. “You’re praising her a lot, huh?” He laughed softly too. “Because she’s really amazing.” “Does she know about what you do in the Confederacion?” “Not much yet.” “Tell her.”

I was packing my suitcase, getting ready to move out, when my girlfriend Olivia Ranch walked in, carefully holding up her assistant, Shawn Keiffer. "Patrick, hurry up and make some sweet soup. Shawn's blood sugar dropped—he passed out earlier." Olivia's eyes were locked on Shawn, her face full of worry. Without even glancing at me, she tossed the order my way. I gave them a quick look. Unlike before, I didn't jump to greet her or rush to do what she asked. I just kept packing.

Four years ago, I’d thought it made me look cool. God… I was so stupid. I tossed it onto the bed and reached into the box again. This time, my fingers closed around something smooth. A book. I wiped the dust off the cover with my palm—and froze. It wasn’t just any book. It was my diary from high school. I always waited each year for summer to write down what had taken place over the previous months. Slowly, I opened it to a random page and read. Dearest Diary, On February 24th, 2020, Liam Kayne finally asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.

I knew after that scenario, our relationship with Ken will never be the same again. I also knew this punishment suited me perfectly well after all I did to my Step-sister Amanda. Despite all the trust she gave me, I betrayed her. I knew how much she suffered to endure the pain of betrayal. I grabbed my phone and decided to do an online research on Ken's new secretary. I discovered that Noela , Ken's secretary, was his ex-girlfriend. They dated when they were still back in highschool. Noela and Ken's relationship was so beautiful since they both were attractive and matched to be with each other. Ken was happy with her until her father took her to the UK to further her studies as an architect.

He added. Kieran looked at me and chuckled. “Fiancée? Are you kidding?” He replied stifling his laugh. “And that woman?” He pointed at me like he’s thinking that he would never like someone like me. “Why would she be my fiancée when my girlfriend is a model named Bianca Lim.” I froze in disbelief at what he spoke. It’s as if a pale of cold water has been poured on me. What girlfriend? Who’s Bianca Lim? Was it his ex-girlfriend? What’s happening?

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

Knox calls, already seated with a plate of cake in hand. I walk toward him, spotting the only available wide space on the couch—right between him and Jade. Hell. No. I make a quick decision and aim for the tighter space beside a guy I vaguely recognize. But before I can slip in, Knox hooks an arm around my waist and pulls me down, right into his lap. I barely regain my balance before he's addressing the crowd. “Hey, everyone,” he says, “meet my girlfriend, Sloane.” I freeze. Every head turns. One guy, cake stuffed in his mouth, blurts, “Your girlfriend’s cute, boss, and I can swear she looks familiar.”