Rental Boyfriend Novels & Stories

She checked the camera and her face tightened. “It’s him.” “You want me to leave?” “No. Stay.” She buzzed him up. When Marcus walked in—tall, polished suit, the kind of guy who looked like he’d never had a bad day, he stopped short seeing me in the kitchen. “Oh. Didn’t realize you had company.” Riley crossed her arms. “This is Alex. My boyfriend.” The word landed there. I liked hearing it. Marcus looked me up and down, then forced a smile. “Nice to meet you. Riley, can we talk for a minute? Old times.”

I told her. "What do you mean?"she asked me. "Anastasia, I'm your boyfriend now right?" I asked. "Yes you are but I'm just thinking about you. Maybe you're ashamed to be with me"she replied. "Are your exes like that with you? Well, I'm not like that" I answered seriously and held her hand. I saw her smile at what I did and I was comfortable at those times even though other people were looking at us. I don't care anymore.

he looked around the freshly moved-in bachelorette's apartment, "I suppose your boyfriend will be bringing over his stuff pretty soon, eh?" "Boyfriend? Ha! Haven't had one of those for awhile," Tara said, with just a hint of bitterness. Sex was so hard to come by since her last boyfriend, and her fantasies could only go so far to satisfy her. "Maybe you can ask your girlfriend to find me one, hmm?" Roy laughed, "No girlfriends for me. I like to keep things pretty simple, and not just any girl will do. But you should be having tons of guys falling over themselves trying to get to you!”

Ezekiel, maintaining his composure, reached out and shook it firmly. "So, you’re Kathrine’s boyfriend?" Dad said with a hint of curiosity, though his tone carried an undertone of something sharper. I arched my brows, surprised and uneasy at Dad’s choice of words. He shouldn’t have phrased it like that. Ezekiel, unbothered, replied calmly, "I’m Ezekiel. That’s my identity—not just being Kathrine’s boyfriend." The two men exchanged calm looks, but the tension between them was unmistakable, like the air had grown thicker with unspoken challenges.

I chastise him and he throws me a cheeky grin. “Flowers die and chocolates melt,” he chuckles, washing his hands at the sink. “I wanted my girl to have something a bit more,” he says, stepping out of the kitchen and joining me. “So, you're my landlord now?” I ask him as he wraps his arms around me. “I’m your boyfriend,” he says, his tone turning serious. “I don't want to fight about this baby, I just want to take care of you.” “No more expensive presents,” I tell him, pressing my lips against him.

she tells me very kindly. "Okay, but if he doesn't want to, you can't force him, he's your boyfriend" I tell him a bit shyly, he's my best friend, and she's a witch, but her boyfriend is a vampire, and as if that weren't enough He is the son of a gangster, not even his father knows that he is dating a witch...

You’re lucky I’ve been busy at work. Rachel: Marcus, relax. It’s new. Not serious—not a committed relationship. Rachel cringed at her lie, hoping he’d back off. Marcus: Well, I visited Dad today. No signs of you at the apartment. You didn’t tell me you moved out? Marcus: I hope you didn’t move into your secret boyfriend’s place. Rachel’s breath hitched again. Rachel: I’m staying with a friend. The place is closer to campus. Marcus: And the guy?

“Yes, I am…” “I’m Rachel’s father, and this is Rachel’s mother. You’re Rachel’s boyfriend, am I right? “I often find Rachel staring at your picture nostalgically. Therefore, I asked her about you one day. “Rachel told me that you’re her ex-boyfriend. She broke up with you because she didn’t want to drag you down with her…” Rachel’s father recounted in earnest. Following that statement, he let out a long sigh of helplessness. Sebastian nodded repeatedly. “Yes, I’m her boyfriend, Sebastian Brenand.”

“My parents always do this big, chaotic thing. Food everywhere, Christmas movies on repeat, cousins running around like feral animals, aunts arguing over board games. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s… nice. You’d fit right in.” I stared at him. He hurried on, words tumbling faster. “I mean—not as, like—not as my boyfriend or anything. Just… as a friend. Roommate. Someone who doesn’t want to spend the holidays eating takeout alone in an empty off-campus apartment while the heat’s set to sixty to save money.” The word *boyfriend* hung between us anyway, bright and unignorable, even though we’d both been careful not to say it out loud yet. My throat tightened.

“What do fuck do you mean by that?” “Cause we have level up, we are no longer bestfriends” “Then what are you guys?” He asked, my eyes slowly trail down to his hands and I swear he was balling his fist “Why should I tell you that?” “Fuck Taylor, you don't want to keep this from me I swear, trust me you don't want to see your little friend with broken teeth and bones I…..” “Fine!” I yelled stopping him, cause he's fucking crazy “Since you want to know so much about what we are then here, Kelly Raymond is now my boyfriend!”