Peter Your Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

"But I still haven't paid off the last bit, which is only a million! This time, they're actually going to kill me and harvest my organs! "Winnie, please, can you help me? I beg you. For the five years we had together, just help me one last time… Your dad's the richest man in the country, right? A million dollars isn't anything to you. "Help me, and we can start over again. We can go back to the way we were. I'll treat you right for the rest of my life. I'll never lie to you again!" I watched him struggle pathetically to put on a flawless performance, but my heart didn't stir. All that remained was a bone-deep sorrow.

It was a notification. I opened it and saw that it was Peter’s livestream. He was in the living room at home, facing his phone camera. His eyes were red, as if from crying. He looked grief-stricken. “Guys, I really didn’t think she would be like this. We’ve been married for a year. I gave her good food and a comfortable life. She won’t even give me one kid. Now her dad is sick, and she wants to divorce me. She also wants to take the money my family gave her during our wedding.”

Daniel scoffed. "How about 200,000 dollars in cash". Mason said gulping his beer. "The fuckkkkk you said". Daniel spurted the beer in his mouth. "3 months. Agree him to be your boyfriend. Fucking with no strings attached and you get 200,000 dollars. Not to mention he is hot as fuck and a virgin too". Parker added. Daniel stood up from the floor, wiping his hands from his jeans. He picked up his wallet and mobile phone with his car keys.

He knew nothing about me and yet he suddenly wants me as his girlfriend and I couldn't help but think it's only just all about last night. It may not have been right but I felt..... Used. Used like exactly how Rowan Used me all these years and now this Jerk thinks he'll get a chance to do the same. Never. “I would get to know about all of that later. Right now, I just need you to be my girlfriend and I could even pay you for it if you'd want that.” He replied and that was when the sting in my throat really intensified. “Just what exactly do you take me for??? A slut you could just shove Money down her throat at your own free will???” I barked out in annoyance.

Peter said quickly, rushing out before Bonnie could respond. He caught up with Reggie across the street and grabbed his hand. "Reggie—" "You should go back to your girlfriend," Reggie cut him short, pulling his hand away. "Bonnie isn’t my girlfriend. You are." "But she loves you, Peter. What if you end up falling for her and leaving me?" Reggie questioned, sadly. "That’s not going to happen. I’m not bi." "Let’s talk some other time," Reggie said, walking away. Peter ran his hands through his hair in frustration before heading back inside.

Desperation surged through me as I lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve. His body stiffened. "What the hell—" I frantically typed on my iPad. "Be my boyfriend. Please. Just for tonight." His brows shot up, his shock mirroring mine. "What?" I nodded, showing him the words again. He scoffed, pulling his arm free. "You’re crazy." I shook my head, typing faster. "I’ll pay you. Just pretend to be my boyfriend for one night. It’s important." His expression darkened. "I don’t need your money." He stepped back, shaking his head. "Listen, lady, whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested."

After all, he was still Tiffany’s boyfriend, and the last thing I wanted was to reignite our long-standing feud. “Hey, how’s it going? How was your summer break?” Peter asked, flashing a charming smile that could make anyone weak in the knees. “Um, it was good. Just me and my art,” I replied, trying to keep my cool, even though my heart was racing. “Uh… would you like to be my date for the Festival tonight?” Peter asked, his voice low and full of intent. “What about Tiffany?” I asked, suspicion bubbling up. “Isn’t she your girlfriend? Wouldn’t it make more sense to go with her?”

His grip was firm, and it made my hand ache. When we got downstairs, I jerked my hand away. "Ouch! Stop!" I rubbed my wrist and snapped, "Say what you need to say already!" Suddenly, Jason pulled me close, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Winter, I've figured it out. That day when you woke up, you asked me who I was, right? Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Jason Patel, and I'm your boyfriend." At that instant, our heartbeats thudded violently, echoing between us. In the depths of his bloodshot eyes, all I could see was me.

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

"It's no use, Claire. The pain's getting worse. I can only think of one other thing that might distract me enough. I think if you were to give me lots of pleasure it might counteract the agony." Claire was struck by the similarity of Peter's idea to Mr. Sharma's philosophy. "What do you mean?" she asked warily. "Perhaps, if you were to give my cock just a little kiss..." Claire refused point blank. "No! That would be very wrong. I couldn't possibly. I've got a boyfriend." Peter immediately held his head and began to whimper in anguish to Claire's instant concern. "Oh, hang on wait a minute. I'll give it a kiss."