Sunday X Bf Novels & Stories

“I don’t think he knows or remembers me either.” “What’s his name dude?” “Aiden something,” I replied chuckling. They laughed shaking their heads “you are starting on Monday dude. You need to know his full name and shit.” “Yeah you right. It just skipped me.” I spend Sunday just in my room and checking up on mom. She is not ill or something but isn’t alright either. Who am I kidding, she is definitely not alright. We need to keep an eye on her most of the time. I decided to g****e my new employer and couldn’t help feeling empress. He was top of his class and very athletic and also have a lot of charity work all over the world.

After few minutes of driving we arrived at my bar and I went outside. “Just send me my schedule and I will read it later.” I told her. “Okay bro.” She said. “I thought—“She cut me off. “Well we’re not working so~” She giggled and drives away. That again. I just smiled at her behavior and enter my bar. The staff greeted me and I greeted them also. The bar isn’t crowded because it is still afternoon but later it would have lot of customer ahe. “Sir it’s not Sunday today” Dean ask and he is a bartender here also.

He already had coffee. Again. She stared. “…you bought mine?” He looked confused. “…yes?” She looked suspicious. “You’re getting comfortable.” He nodded. Reasonable. Then started walking. --- Breakfast happened in the same place from earlier. No speeches. No emotional conversations. Just breakfast. Which somehow made it feel more important. He complained about the tea. She defended it. He lost. Correct outcome. --- Halfway through eating— he suddenly asked— “What do Sundays look like?” She blinked.

Xavier noticed, cupping her face in his firm yet gentle hands and tilting her chin so their eyes met, locking their gazes with an intensity that made Reina's heart flutter. “What's wrong?” Xavier asked, concern etched into his features as he searched her eyes for the truth. “Nothing, it’s just—” she hesitated, swallowing hard. “Since today is Sunday, I thought you would stay home with us.” “I’m sorry, amore mio,” he said, his voice filled with regret. “I will finish quickly and return.” He leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that spoke volumes, a blend of urgency and unspoken promises. Reina responded, her hands instinctively cradling his face, savoring the warmth of the moment.

Rei’s Point of View X-Biker Friend: Hey there! I can finally make it home this weekend. Would love to catch up with you and hang out if you're free! 😊❤️ I had been anxiously anticipating this message for weeks, and when I finally received it, I couldn't contain my excitement. I let out a loud shriek of joy and even did a little dance. But then, I suddenly remembered that I was in the middle of preparing dinner, and the kids came rushing into the kitchen to see what was going on. Unfortunately, they were familiar with my reactions whenever I received a message from Xavier.

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"Don't refuse. This house turned out perfect, and it's all thanks to you. It's only fair." "X..." I said, removing his finger from my lips. "I don't think that's a good idea..." "It will be on Sunday. So I think it's time for us to get back to work," X concluded, returning to the living room.

I grin and press the doorbell. “Are they expecting you?” He asks. “No, but it should be fine.” We stand at the door waiting. It’s early on a Sunday, but they are usually up by this time. “Oh, your keys,” Xavier says, handing them back to me. “It’s a sweet ride, isn’t it?” I ask, grinning. He handled it pretty well for someone who prefers alternative modes of transportation. “It’s decent, but I can give you a much smoother ride.” He says and winks at me.

"My sister is an excellent doctor." Before I knew it, an hour had gone by. And I had no plans of stopping. I’d said so much, yet it wasn’t enough. “You’ll be back Monday, right?” I asked, my eyes trailing to my bedside clock. Past 1am. I have work tomorrow morning… The sound of rushing water came from the other side. “Yes,” Xavier affirmed. “Sunday, if the weather behaves itself. Monday is a safer bet.” “Monday is so far away,” I whined. “And…is that a shower? Should I hang up?”

That morning was Hans’ birthday, and he woke up at the sound of Simon singing ‘Happy birthday’ while holding a cake with four long candles that are lit up. “What the heck?” Hans commented as he chuckled. “Good morning, love…” Simon greeted him sweetly, “Happy birthday.” Hans smiled as he looked at the cake. “This is so romantic it doesn’t suit me, but thank you. And I love you, Simon.” “I love you more,” Simon said as he sat down and placed a kiss on Hans’ cheek, “So… Are you in for some birthday sex?” Hans burst into laughter upon hearing that. “Why are you always horny? I’m on for it, but can you save that for tonight? We need to do something today, remember?”