Peter From Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“David is my fiancé now, and I don’t want any random girl touching him.” I froze. Fiancé. That was supposed to be me. My fingers clenched into fists. Before anyone could comprehend what had happened— Slap! Clara’s head whipped to the side. A chorus of gasps filled the room. David rushed to her immediately, cupping her cheek. “Clara!” He called, his entire attention on her, as he checked her face as though I had poured molten lava on it. After making sure she was fine, he rounded on me, fury blazing in his eyes, but before he could utter a single word—

This was a disaster. He had a girlfriend. A girlfriend whose father had connections to his father, which meant their relationship wasn't just personal, it was political. A girlfriend who had already slapped me once and broken my father's necklace and was now apparently best friends with Mia.And somewhere in all of that, I had let him kiss me in a bathroom. Twice, if you counted today.Three times if you counted the first kiss I hadn't been awake for. I pulled the pillow off my face and looked at the ceiling again.I thought about Mom.

“Sarah, what are you doing again!” His tone was filled with irritation. “I thought you’d changed…” I looked at him, confused. “I’m not doing anything.” “Then why did you tell me to move in with Julia? Don’t you remember I’m your boyfriend?” “Because I trust you.” Peter’s expression went blank for a moment, the rest of his words stuck in his throat. He looked at me suspiciously. “You’re not angry?” I shook my head, keeping my face calm. Peter stared at me, his gaze circling my face over and over, trying to catch any hint of a lie.

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.

He still loves you, and he's sad. Angel lowers his head, and I see he doesn't know what to say. - He still loves you. I see it in the way he looks at you. - We broke up when I came to the US. I hope that's not true. Peter is the best boy I've met in all my years in England. If not for Klaus, he was certainly the one I wanted to share my life with. But I have Klaus and Peter is your mate. If Peter doesn't feel the mate bond, try to conquer his heart like a human.

"I'm wondering if he's serious about me or not." "That's why I'm asking how far have you kissed? If it's only up to the chest level but you're still being pressured, it's better to break up. There are still many good guys out there. You just focus on yourself. After all, if you have given yourself to your boyfriend, he is not necessarily loyal, right?" "You know how you are? You gave yourself up but there's no certainty?" Arini laughed. "My boyfriend, if I ask him to come right now, he'll come."

She had been so stressed out and occupied with work that she realized she hadn't given herself a time to relax or even did any self care. She stole a gaze at Peter who had his eyes fixed on the television. This time around, she noticed his features, chiseled jaw, a straight long nose, perfectly shaped lips, hazel eyes. She gulped down the wine as she gazed at him. “Are you okay?” Peter turned to look at her. Knowing she had been caught, she shyly said, “You are handsome. I just could not help but notice it. Tell me about your girlfriend.” Peter smirked, “A girlfriend! I have none actually.”

“Wait, is he your boyfriend??” My face instantly flushed and I attempted to pull my ankle from his hold and thankfully he gave in this time, but his gaze remained pinned on me as he continued. “Was that dude seriously your boyfriend?? What kind of shitty boyfriend is he if he can’t protect his girl?” I averted my gaze, feeling too embarrassed to admit that Peter was really my boyfriend. “Whoever he is, is none of your business.” I finally breathed out when I faced Dax again.

I grabbed a can of cold beer from the fridge, then heard footsteps behind me. “Hey,” Peter said, stepping inside, eyes gleaming. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, pressing his lips to mine. I giggled. “Peter,” I murmured in between kisses, “what are you doing?” “I’m kissing my girlfriend. What does it look like I’m doing?” Before I could respond, he lifted me effortlessly and sat me on the counter, resuming the kiss with more heat. His mouth moved to my neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone.

'She is not your girlfriend,' Aldrich said, his eyes threatening. When Peter referred to me as 'His Girlfriend,' he used to be envious. I remember him tapping Peter's mouth when he kept asking him not to call me girlfriend and Peter was not ready to keep his mouth shut. "Good day, Peter." Before the tension could build up, I greeted him with a warm smile. "Hello to you as well." He spoke to Aldrich, who simply nodded in response. "Sia, you are truly stunning." "Simple yet the most beautiful girl here," Peter said of me.