Peter From Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

[Henry: So you're finally willing to talk to me.] [Me: Answer my question.] [Henry: I just care about you. I can't stand seeing you with another guy.] [Me: We broke up.] [Henry: I never agreed to that.] [Me: A breakup doesn't need your agreement.] [Henry: Sarah, give me one more chance. I've really changed.] I stared at the screen. The words were ridiculous. [Me: Changed how? By threatening people?]

My sudden reaction made my mother laugh mockingly "So he is your..." "No!" I answered, cutting the call. "Honey, if he's not your boyfriend, why are you hiding him from me? Why did you hang up on him?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. My mother's question made me feel a little uncomfortable. After all, the rival of our pack had been wanting to get close to me for a long time "Hester..." my mother's sudden voice snapped me out of my trance I quickly turned to her and nodded "Mother, you're wrong. He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend" I added.

Since then, we'd lived with Chester's mother, Frida Sherman. While I didn't exactly have a good relationship with Frida, my busy work schedule had helped keep our interactions minimal. I always thought of it as a blessing in disguise. That continued until recently when Frida found herself a boyfriend, Bryson Ewing, and brought him home. Her son was already married, and she herself had been widowed for years. Considering her age, one would expect her new boyfriend to be someone of a similar standing. Yet, she defied expectations by dating a man ten years younger than her.

He really has grown, he's not a kid anyone and i can hear he's voice is changing into manly. "Thank's Kill, I love you." "Me too, now, go get your man big sis." The call cuts and I'm on my feet in no time, I leave the house in a rush, hail a cab and head to the villa where a bonfire party is being thrown. I make my way through the crowd until I reach the backyard, it doesn't take long to spot Brando, his back is to me. Peter's eyes meet mine and his mouth moves the exact same moment he taps Brandon's shoulder.

Peter nodded, smiling. “But I love you more than I love mommy.” Peter said quietly. Mike and I looked again, and Mike was getting angry again. I tightened my grip harder on Mike's leg, trying to calm him down again. “I love you too but-“I started explaining but Mike interrupted me. “Peter, Jessica is my girlfriend you know? She isn't your mommy but I love her. She can't be your mom, but she can love you like one. You have to understand that mommy and daddy aren't together anymore and we won't be ever again ok?” Mike said calmly. I kept looking into him, repeating his words in my mind.

Zach asks, I just roll my eyes at him, he's not babysitting me, I don't need a babysitter. "No Matty is my boyfriend" I tell him with a pout. "He can be your boyfriend, don't be stupid. Your mate is James" Zach says like I'm stupid, I rolled my eyes at him again, he's the stupid one not me. "He's my boyfriend, James is my daddy" I tell him with another eyes rolling.

Loving my boyfriend's best friend was one of the greatest feelings I had always wanted to get rid of. Harry never looked at me the way Shawn did but as a sister and a friend. So I decided to stick to that but every time I look at him, I'm unable to control these strange feelings I have for him. I know it's wrong to have these feelings for him but honestly, he was the first boy I would ever love. Shawn was second. I thought Harry leaving for England will help matters but now he's back and I know the worst is bound to happen.

I asked her with a frown. “Yeah peter will be there and he asked me to accompany him”, she said. Her eyes gleamed, a genuine smile lingered on her face. She had a huge crush on him for years now, and she never said it out loud fearing his reaction and finally, he has made the move! “Wow!” I mouthed at her. “You should come too, we can have fun together” she said worriedly. “Eww… a threesome that is so disgusting Maggie” I said with mock revulsion. Her eyes bulged.

I finally snapped, the frustration bubbling over. Peter rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I saw your precious boyfriend storm out of the house. And he was looking at me like I had just run over his mom. Like he couldn’t wait to… I don’t know… disembowel me or something.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered, the words barely audible. Peter raised an eyebrow. “But you slept with him, didn’t you?”

he whispered. I pulled myself away from him. What the fuck is wrong with this man? Is he out of his mind? How many times do I have to tell him that I already have a boyfriend? Can’t he understand that? “I have read something from the articles online that Mr. Peter doesn’t do repetition? Once you fucked a woman you leave them, right? Never hooked up with them again. What change? Or are you just challenged? But I don’t think so. You always fuck women even if they already have partners.”