Rental Boyfriends Novels & Stories

I was supposed to be in college, or I should have at been at least celebrating my first year as an airman in the military, but none of that materialized. Part of the trouble started almost two years ago when I met Roman shortly after my first boyfriend, Jonas, cheated on me. They, along with a few other guys, were either loose associates or friends with Reece. I was still in high school on my way to graduating when I came into contact with them all. My best friend Brody and I had gone to hang out at one of the local spots where the men showed off their cars and big bass systems, and the women showed off their assets. The site's sights were like the set of a bootylicious music video. Ratchet.

If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon.

“Plus, if you’re going to be gone for a while, I should know what to say if there’s a situation where your name comes up.” Ryan scoffs under his breath as he tucks the package into his bag. “I doubt that’ll happen,” he says. “It’s not like anyone cares about our fake relationship anymore.” He’s right. The heat has significantly died down compared to when we started “dating.” That's why Richard has no idea that I'm dating a boy. Supposedly. But I know that my dad is trying to secure a deal to purchase a company…and his parents are always involved in one newsworthy thing or the other. And that inadvertently leads to us getting public attention again.

I narrowed it down to two females who were friends. They said they were tired of living in the dorms, and they were excited about the opportunity to share the house. Both of them had jobs, and they said they would not have any trouble paying the rent. I made it clear to them that I was renting a room to each of them, but I was not renting to them and their boyfriends. I told them if I found out they were letting someone else share their room, I would kick them out. Not that I minded them having a boyfriend spend the night, as long as they did not move in.

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!”

Kent suggests casually. I tense. “Trevor, your ex-boyfriend, Trevor?” Kent snorts softly. “Not my ex-boyfriend. Just a former fuck buddy. He manages an apartment complex with a fully-equipped gym. He lets me and a few friends use it whenever—as long as we clean up afterward.” My stomach tightens unexpectedly. Friends with benefits—I agreed to this. But hearing Kent casually mention a guy he used to sleep with, someone still in his life, sparks a strange, uncomfortable feeling inside me. Jealousy. Shit. This isn’t good.

Xoxo Nyx The following morning, the landlord proves to upset my dear friend once more by red tagging the building. No matter how many times I try to reassure George that it’s just a ploy to raise the rent, and as long as we don’t leave we’re fine, she’s adamant. So I talk her into a ten jewel a day tour, as a distraction. I’ve had girlfriends, but never girls who were friends to do things like this. I’m even happier that Ryan tags along, and it’s a real chick flick-esque experience.

They give me a nod letting me know it is safe to continue. “ Goof, I will not give you details. But I will answer your question.” I told him. I slide my hand down Gretchen’s arm and grab her hand. “ Gretchen is my girlfriend,” I say. I lay my other hand on Brick’s thigh. “ Brick is my boyfriend. Gretchen and Brick are good friends. Does that help?” Goof still looks a bit confused. I don’t know how else to explain it. Brick speaks up and says “ Prospect it is simple. I fuck Speed. Speed and Gretchen fuck. One day I will get to watch then fuck.” I smirk, liking that idea. But maybe Brick not just watching. I would like to have them both at the same time. One day. I’ll see if I can’t bring it u

"I'm a boy and I don't do sleepovers" "And what if you are a boy, I once had a male bestie and we had many sleepovers" "Your relationship with Charlie is different from mine and Riley" "Just do as I say" "Okay". "One more thing Mike, are you having trouble with school?" "No". "Okay, then I'll read you a bedtime story" Ariana picked up a book, and Mike lay down on his bed waiting patiently for Ariana to start reading. *********

You thought I was molested last night. I smirked at my own thoughts. My finger played with the fork while staring at him. He isn't the man I usually like, actually. The boyfriends I had were the school’s bad boy, rockstar, rich spoiled heir, and often the ones I met at the bar. In short, I always like anyone like me. But last night, Greco broke the record. He's very different from my long list of exes. I could see it in the air and his actions.