Ricegum Girlfriends Novels & Stories

Delfina stepped near the reception area and paused at the argument. “Sir, how about, I offer to personally pay for the dress for your girlfriend.” “Did I say I have a girlfriend?” “Your mistress perhaps.” “See here,” Furio’s voice carried through the store, yet he barely raised his voice, “I do not have a girlfriend, a lover, a mistress or a wife and if I did, you wouldn’t know about it because you’re so far beneath me, you don’t deserve to know my name let alone the name of anyone I regard with any kind of value.”

"Girlfriend? Babe, are you serious right now?" ****** Gia "Yes, I am and this is my girlfriend, Gia Florence." He said and entwined our fingers. I feel butterfly in my stomach and my legs turn to jelly now. "I think you're the one who should leave because my girlfriend and I are having lunch now." He said showing the food I bought for him.

"You're such a bitch. Stop laughing." I was about to throw my wine in my best friend's face if she didn't quit making fun of me. "You realize you just committed the worst dating faux pas possible. No woman wants to hear about her girlfriend's ex-lovers." "First of all, she's not my girlfriend. And secondly, she ate just as much ice cream as I did and had equally horrible stories to share." "Did she ever get dressed?" "I mean, she tied the robe. Nobody wants ice cream on bare skin. But no. She didn't put any clothes on. Did I mention her brother's ride?"

Andrew questioned disapprovingly, puzzled by her attitude towards him. "Are you kidding me right now?" Amelia scoffed, her left eyebrow raised in disbelief. "What?" Andrew nervously uttered. "Stay away from me, okay?" She sternly warned, her eyes filled with anger. "Why should I? You are my girlfriend..." Andrew was interrupted as Amelia raised her palm, gesturing for him not to say anything. "Don't you dare call me your girlfriend. You didn't think of me as your girlfriend when you were with that other woman right in front of my eyes!" Her voice trembled as she fought back the tears welling up in her eyes.

We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend. Tessa and I agreed the only way we could get revenge on him was if we both kept up the charade. After all, one scorned girlfriend would be the prime suspect, while two would be like pleading guilty instantly. I'd done my best to act normal around Danny, and it was easy, as long I didn't think about Tessa. But to be honest, that was almost always. I couldn't get her face out of my head, every time I looked at him.

"Mhm. Too bad that only my girlfriend can see that side of me." Jasmine, =□= Girlfriend?! To hell with your girlfriend, I saw you first!!! Jasmine roared in her heart. Then it suddenly hit her. Throwing a death glare at Remy she talked through gritted teeth. "You don't have a girlfriend." Remy shrugged, enjoying himself way too much. "The spot is empty. Do you want it?"

“Her?“ Tim said but his sight was fixed to me. It’s like, he’s trying to comfort and save me from this embarrassing situation. Who would not be embarrass? If I, as a wife didn’t even have the urge to fight for my rights? “I’m his cous----“ “She’s my girlfriend…“ Tim cuts me off. His hands landed on my waist and pulled me closer to him. I could feel my mind being twisted with so much questions. Or was he just trying to take revenge on Fergus? “Girlfriend…“ I looked at Fergus when I heard him whispered. He’s silent earlier and now, by hearing the word ‘girlfriend' awakened him. “Wow! How come she’s my boyfriend's helper?“ Aziyah said. Her tone was a little bit sarcastic, so was her eyes that

Returning to her knees, Reggie yanked her close to the edge of the bed and shoved her legs wide open. "This is better, Christy. It's best if we don't fight. We've already done plenty of nasty things that I'm sure you don't want your husband or anyone else to ever know about, like how you like sucking my big black cock and swallowing my jism, and how much I make you cum when we fuck. You becoming my girlfriend, even if you don't want to."

Her hand found the back of my neck, fingers stroking through my hair. "Baby," she cooed, her voice honey-sweet, "my arms hurt. Can you help me with my zipper this time?" I warned her about this. I wasn't used to, and didn't like, such casual contact. "I'll take all five dresses," she announced loudly, raising her hair with both hands to expose the zipper. "That's what girlfriends do, right? Spend their boyfriends' money?" The saleswomen looked properly chastised now. Good. "You look so sexy in that gold dress. Please let me buy it for you..." That familiar, irritating voice came behind us.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r