Rental Boyfriends Novels & Stories

"Are you nuts?" "Probably," I admitted. "But that's not the point. I have a wedding to attend, my ex’s, he’s getting married to Pretzel, which is a whole separate nightmare and I need a boyfriend. A plus one. That's it." I was rambling now, I knew it, but I couldn't stop. "There's no big deal, Adrian. Please. It's just once. Just a stage play. The moment the wedding ends, all of this is over. Okay?"

His eyes were bright with pure happiness, and he flashed his lopsided smile at me. "That was a great last play, babe." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "Hi." "Hi." He chuckled, and pulled me in tighter. "I've been waiting to see you all day." "Would you two please get a room?" Rhys Tyler, Danny's best friend and senior co-captain, whined. "I mean, you're really killing my eligible bachelor status here, Schwinn." He chuckled. Rhys had just recently broken up with his boyfriend of a year, and was uncomfortably single.

One thing I can say though is I hope I never have to continue that tradition because Head boy Aaron is not the kind of person I want to end up with. There were already a few seniors moving into their apartments. By the time I came down from the car Siobhan had already gone to different apartments to exchange greetings and stories about our vacation. I helped the driver to take our things out of the car and in return he helped me with the bags to my apartment. The Head girl’s apartment. It was larger than the others. I already know Siobhan would be spending most of her time in my apartment if she’s not making out with one of our classmates. “Hey, Head girl.”

“No need. The police are already here.” I stepped aside to let them in. One officer looked around the room. “Who is the tenant?” Mark was on the balcony. Hearing the commotion, he rushed out. “I am. I’m the tenant.” He didn’t understand what was going on, but when he saw Claire’s expression, he seemed to realize something was wrong. “Who rented this apartment to you?” “It was... Claire.” “What is your relationship with her?” “I was married to her sister.” “Did you know the market rent for this apartment is ten thousand dollars a month? And she rented it to you for three hundred dollars a month for three years.”

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

"Hello? I want to make a police report. My husband, Samuel Tucker, rented out my apartment to his relatives at an extremely low-balled price without my consent. "I suspect that they colluded to illegally seize my personal property from me."

Maya held a file, quietly reading off my information. “Track athlete, consistent gym activity, no major illnesses. Excellent physical condition.” Her tone was disturbingly calm. Finally, I understood. They had never been ordinary landlords. The low rent, the preference for strong men, the constant meals, the late-night scares, the fake kindness—it had all been a trap, carefully planned step by step. Their real goal wasn’t renting a room. They were hunting for healthy, isolated, low-profile young men. I trembled and struggled with all my strength.

Luke said as he walked off to help Randal, who was being tormented by William, which was also not an unusual occurrence. The two men were the eldest of the friendship group and had been in the same high school. Randal and William were opposites, yet somehow ran in the same circles. Strangely, they had become friends even if Randal would jokingly call the other man the ' bane of his existence.' Meanwhile, the ladies chatted amongst themselves and almost missed the sound of a car parking just above the beach. They turned and noticed the cherry red SUV and its slender blonde occupant, who struggled with a large sun cap and beach bag. The figure worked a moment in the warm summer wind.

When we finally parted, breathless and dizzy, he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes dark with emotion. “I will not push you further tonight,” he said, repeating the promise he had made before. “I respect you too much to rush this. But I want you to know—from this moment on, you are not alone anymore. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, I am only a call away. Ethan may be your boyfriend, but I will be the one who actually sees you.”

Michelle hid her hand behind. "I'll be sad if you don't take them" "It's way too much. That house is big. I can't live alone" Rose lowered her gaze. "Come on, take it. You won't have to pay rent anymore. You're my sister and friend. This is the least I can do for you" she said. Rose sniffed in and sobbed softly. Michelle hugged her and let her cry into her shoulder. "Thank you Michelle" she said. "You're welcome. Go now. It's getting cold"