Peter Your Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I still lived at home, job-hunting during the day and touching myself at night to the same man who’d haunted my teenage dreams. Troy. Tall, rugged, with that deep voice that made my pussy clench just hearing it. His marriage had ended years ago—something about his wife not being able to keep up with his appetite, or so the rumors went. I hoped it was true. I hoped he was as filthy as I imagined. Last night had been no different. My boyfriend, Peter, had come over while my parents were out. He was sweet, reliable, decent in bed on a good day.

"Exactly! Stephanie, I'm a victim, too. You're not mad at me, are you? You said that after the project was done, you'd finally take me to meet your parents. "Now that the real culprit has been arrested, let's just go home and discuss our engagement with your family!" Listening to Joseph rush to talk about marriage was pure comedy to me. An engagement? He was right about one thing. I had mentioned that once the project closed, I would not only get engaged to him, but also use my own capital to acquire Empire Group and give it to him as an engagement gift. Now, none of that seemed necessary anymore. Joseph stared at me in disbelief. "Why not?"

Paul noticed the tension and chose it like a toy. He dragged a chair over to Celeste’s desk, turning it backward and sitting astride it. He folded his arms on the backrest, and his chin rested on his forearm. The scraping of the chair echoed in the hush. “So,” he said, voice casual, “your church boyfriend ditched you, or are you waiting for a sign?” She didn’t pause her typing. “Peter isn’t my boyfriend.” “He is your church. You tithe in tea and deadpan.”

That only confused Piper more. “She’s just strange like that,” Bethany, the green-haired girl, said with a sigh, eyes still on her phone. “Hard to influence.” “I think I can,” Piper said confidently. She stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Elsa, pulling her in. “Okay, listen. I promise this time will be different. It’s just a mini hangout, with the X boys and the Phantom girls. Let’s go together.” Elsa shook her head immediately. “See? I told you,” Bethany muttered.

Uncle cocks didn’t throb at the thought of their nephews. The way my cock throbbed in my pants wasn’t something uncles did. “Y-Yes. Are you not his uncle?” she asked. I shook my head, glaring toward Jordan. “Not at all.” “Then what are you to him?” she asked. The blender stopped. “I’m his boyfriend,” I said out loud, not caring how it sounded. The urge to claim Jordan was insanely high. Fuck me for going out of my mind. “Holy shit!” two voices exclaimed in unison. They stared like I’d grown an extra head.

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.

"Who is that guy, Anya? The man who is going to propose to you? Have you known each other before?" "We know each other, Dad, he's Anya's boyfriend." "What the hell, An, if you have a boyfriend why haven't you told mom and dad? Do you not think of us anymore?" "Mom, calm down first, let's listen to Anya's explanation." "Mom, Dad, before Anya apologizes if she has disappointed you for the fact that Anya said earlier. It's not that Anya wants to hide all of this, but because our conditions are not possible, so we agreed to keep our relationship a secret."

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

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.

"You’ve always been too nice, Arabella Leovough." I chuckle and drop my head. When I lift my gaze, Peter is staring at me with a look I’d rather not decipher and I clear my throat, keeping my stare blank as I speak. "And Peter?" He responds with a hum and I continue. "Don’t do that to any other girl. Until you’ve gotten better or found one who’s willing to embrace that side of you. Don’t do what you did with me." "I won’t. Thank you, Arabella." He mumbles, and I nod. Peter looks around me before his gaze falls on me again. "Where’s your boyfriend? I don’t see him around."