Picking Up Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Ok" When he said the word girlfriend i felt like tickling. The feeling is unexplainable. I love this Guy.

Austin's First-Person POV "I'll come pick you up in a week," Mom said to me. Once she left, I went out drinking with a buddy of mine, Dean Gould. However, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted two familiar figures at the bar. Samuel Chapman had his arm around Roxanne Moore's waist. His other hand had slipped under her skirt, and I could see the light catching on something slick that coated his fingers. I saw the looks of blissful ecstasy.

However, I didn't know how I would do it with Alison following me around like a shadow. And that was what was happening. She had grabbed onto my arm and stuck to me like glue since we arrived at the party. We were walking around like Siamese twins, with our arms linked with each other. I didn't want to be rude and push her away either. She is my girlfriend, after all. If anything, I encouraged it since I was already guilty about sneaking around behind her back.

"I see that now, and I've already made it right." I tried to walk past him. "You don't need to tell me all this." He blocked my path yet again, though. "Of course I do. Gina, I can't just wait around for you to remember anymore. I need to tell you the truth. Your boyfriend is actually—" "Eric Cobb!" I cut him off sharply. "You're being ridiculous. Who you break up with or date is your business. It has nothing to do with me. I'm Jonah's girlfriend, and I—"

“Follow me.” They walked in tense silence to the elevator, up to the second floor, and down a carpeted hallway. Anna stopped at Suite 306 and rang the bell. The door opened into darkness. “Go in,” Anna said. Vivian stepped inside, her pulse pounding. “Surprise!” Lights flared on. Voices cheered. Erick stepped forward with a massive bouquet of roses, the room decorated with flowers and a banner that read: Will you be my girlfriend? “I used to think love was a fairytale,” Erick began, his voice thick with emotion. “A game people played… until I met you, Vivian Howard. You’ve shown me love is real, and I’d be a fool to lose you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“It’s like when he’s around you, he changes. He’s quieter. More careful. Almost like he’s waiting for you to approve of something.” Damian chuckled lightly, warm but measured. “Approval, huh? I guess he wants to make a good impression. I am his girlfriend’s father.” “Dad,” she said sharply, cutting through the charm. “I’m serious. Are you pressuring him? Maybe without realizing it?”

Hearing my girlfriend, Jessie Barney, vent to her best friend over the phone felt like a huge stone had lodged in my chest, crushing my lungs. I couldn't breathe. Counting the three years I'd spent with Jessie, I realized I had fallen for her at first sight. Back in college, I had accidentally seen her apply for a scholarship and learned that her family was struggling. To protect her pride, I lied and said I had applied for one too. After graduation, when she complained about the harsh job market and mounting pressure, I secretly arranged for her to join my company. I even funneled her salary through my private account to shield her from embarrassment.

“Just like how a fiancé… or what I pictured a perfect fiancé would be.” “I told you,” he replied after giving me a peck on the cheek before settling into his own pizza slice. “When I saw you and observed you, I had this feeling in my gut it would be easy to act the way I’d want to be around a real girlfriend with you. I was totally attracted to you the first time I saw you that night when I was there with my colleagues. And I heard you laugh, and I like the sound of it. I even imagined hearing it with just the two of us. I didn’t mind dreaming about taking you to my hotel and making mindless love with you the whole night, too. I was… studiously smitten.”