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“Of all the places to go, he chose a damn park.” I freeze momentarily but he doesn’t notice. Liam is his friend from school. He never misses a chance to show off his girlfriend. Meanwhile, my boyfriend can’t take me on a date. I don’t think our date will ever happen. Money is not the issue since Ben won his last two matches. I gaze at the walls and sigh. I don’t know anymore. I guess I should be grateful I have a boyfriend. A date can happen in the future.

“Hey man, anytime. Yeah, Talia’s putting Jane down for her nap now, but you’ll meet her at the bonfire tonight.” Julian nods and edges towards me. "Ronan, this is my boyfriend, River Moreno." He states it confidently now. "River's a die-hard Glass Saints fan and up until now, he had no clue that my brother is your personal bodyguard. He thought we were just stopping by for the show tomorrow night.".

Katherine was at lost for words but decided to open up to her "I overheard his discussion with his assistant. His grandparents refused to hand over their family's business to him unless he is married, so he wants to rent a bride for a year which is the duration his grandparents gave him that his marriage will last before he becomes the owner of the Baldwin Empire. As a punishment to me for eavesdropping on his discussion, he decided to make Felicity his rented bride" she shuddered as she mentioned Felicity as a rented bride.

I stayed there until I finished my meal and decided to walk back to the house just in case Taylor still had the girl over. My phone rings, and it's my dad. I had thought that by the time I was speaking to him this evening, the roommate situation would have been a story we could both laugh at, but now I couldn't bring myself to tell him. I did not even know how he was going to react. I had never had a boyfriend all through high school, and he never brought up the topic. I had to steer clear of mentioning Taylor until I was sure what his reaction was going to be.

I grabbed Ezren’s wrist before he could twitch out of character and laced my fingers through his like we were in a goddamn romcom. “We’re here for Bobby’s engagement,” I said. “He RSVP’d already, that I’d be coming instead.” “Yes, he did.” His eyes flicked to Ezren. His thick Appalachian or probably Kentucky accent made his words drag a little. “And… who’s he supposed to be?” “My plus one and.. my boyfriend. Is that gonna be a problem?” Ezren made a sound. More like a dying gasp trying to escape through his teeth and manners at the same time. His palm in mine was cold. He wasn’t playing the role; he was the role, nervous, fake boyfriend dragged into drama. It worked too well.

Drake was the one who left first. “How capable? More capable than your boyfriend? Brandon Lucien, right? A billionaire, owner of a technology company in Manhattan. I looked him up on G****e and the other boss’s cousin, Oliver Katrakis,” Rexy states. “Your ex should probably be someone equal to Brandon’s stature to be chasing you like that.” I refuse to drop Drake’s name. “He’s something like that.” “Wow. I can see why your boyfriend reacted the way he did then,” Rexy inserts.

"You good? Ruth never moved out. Paid six months upfront. But she died here. "Place's been empty since. Don't even say her name—I'm still mad. Who dies in a rental? "I've lost five years of tenants! Since you're her boyfriend, you owe me." He slammed down the rental contract. Pedro blinked at the date—over five years ago. His rage snapped. He grabbed the paper and ripped it to shreds. "Ruth's got nothing to do with me! You want cash? Go dig her up! This whole act? Another scam. I'm not buying it. Never again!"

“You’re my busy doctor. That’s why I took a half-day from work to prepare something for you.” My lips purse. “Something like what?” She places a finger to my lips. “Shh. It’s a surprise. You only get to find out if you pick me up when your shift’s over. You get to go home today, right?” I’m tempted to say no. But the guilt forces me to say yes. “Maybe we should hang out at your place,” I suggest gently. She rolls her eyes. “My roommate is bringing her boyfriend home. And he smokes. I hate it,” she pouts harder. “Besides, you have a bigger space. Or—” her expression turns sour, “—am I banned from your place now? Because of him?”

He says. He walks into the apartment still carrying me and shuts the door with his foot. "Thanks so much for this." I whisper into his ear. "You owe me big time and what are daddies for." He whispers back and I slap his chest. He stops infront of the boys and I signal for him to put me down. "Guys, this is Reevan, my boyfriend." I lie straight through my teeth. I see Mason's and the rest of their eyes widen.

I asked, leaning back against the cool corrugated metal wall as I watched him. "Where else?" He walked to the middle of the room and pulled his tank top over his head, revealing the powerful, rippling lines of his torso. "I figured the great Ryan Miller would have somewhere a bit more... interesting in mind." My voice carried a sharp edge of mockery. He closed the distance in two strides. His hand moved slowly, sliding from my face down to my throat, then resting over the swell of my chest beneath my shirt. "This is… plenty interesting." "Taking a girl back to your den? This is your idea of ‘toying’ with me?" I tilted my head back, refusing to give an inch. I even went up on my toes, forcing