Novel & Cerita Posesif Boyfriend

The man who could bring a board meeting to heel was now waiting for my answer like it was a verdict. I smiled. "Can I say it? Or will you get shy?" He looked away, voice almost too low to hear. "Say whatever you want." The comments came screaming back. [@BookTokAfterDark: Public reveal? I have snacks.] [@MafiaMutt: He said whatever you want. Dangerous words, sir.] [@SoftDomScholar: She is giving him dignity in public. That is love, actually.] I laughed softly. "He is my boyfriend." The words had barely landed before Damian's eyes snapped back to me.

Henry asked, but didn't bother to look around the long conference table. I waited. Asher James raised his hand. My mouth fell open. Asher was my boyfriend. We worked in the same company. I wasn't expecting him to raise his hand to an objection. All eyes turned to him. Those who knew we were in a relationship, smiled wanly. "Yes?" Henry asked. "She mentioned something about our not putting our new products on the television medium. And I tend to disagree." Henry looked at me, as if he was trying to decide whether to let Asher have his way, or let me back to my seat. He chose to leave me standing there.

Only then did she adjust her position, but Isis moved. They’re in his favorite position again. Him, hugging her waist while making her arm his pillow. She didn't complain anymore. She knew the young man was more comfortable when they were in that position, so she let him be. She smiled while stroking her boyfriend's face. “The noble-mafia boss of Asia...” she said in a whisper, “my boyfriend.” She laughed and shook her head. She has a very cool boyfriend who’s a freaking mafia boss of Asia and who also happens to be a Count, a royalty. A noble man.

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 always said that one day, we would have our ceremony and become true mates. It turned out he was lying from the very beginning. He wasn't a Beta; he was an Alpha. He wasn't coming back to claim me; he was already sharing his throne. I curled up on the floor, crying until my throat was raw, until my whole body shook with spasms. In the portrait on the wall, Declan gazed at Celeste with a look of pure, adoring love. The same look he once gave me when he said: “Aria, in my heart, nothing is more important than you.”

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.

If I don't, he won't kiss me anymore, but if I do. “I do.” He smiled broadly and kissed me again. I think I'd like to have a boyfriend. “Cof cof...” We parted quickly and I looked at the person who caught our attention in awe. My mother was looking from me to Murilo with a sarcastic smile on her face. “What a scare, mom!” I said nervously. “Ah, the fright would be much worse if it were your father here...” “I'll talk to him about it” said Murilo. “I don't want him to lose confidence in me.”

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

I choked up. Don’t they have no shame? Murmurs filled the whole chapel, but no one seemed bothered. “May I know who you are?” The priest asked. “Don’t mind her father,” my boyfriend said shaking his head, “She’s just someone who’s obsessed with me.” My mouth dropped open as I heard what my boyfriend, no, my ex-boyfriend just said. “Let’s continue Father,” my bestfriend urges, “Let’s not waste time listening to this nonsense.”

“God, tell me why I’m crazy over you?” “Because I’m a super cool girlfriend?” “No. You’re an annoyingly fickle girlfriend!” “And what are you?” “I’m the most passionate, hot, captivating, and handsome boyfriend.” “Oh. My. God! You’re full of hot air, Phoenix! I can’t believe you’re actually my boyfriend!” I tell him in an exaggerated way. He laughs at me instead. “Tell me what do you like about me, princess?”