The Boyfriend Game Novels & Stories

He let out a long breath and knocked on the door, only to be met by a stranger. "Who are you? Why are you in my girlfriend's house?" "Girlfriend?" Lucian chuckled lightly, then turned toward the living room. "Miranda, when did you get two boyfriends?" Two boyfriends? Felix felt like lightning had hit him. He thought there was no way this tall, cold man was my boyfriend. How could I abandon years of our relationship so quickly after leaving him? I wrapped my arms around Lucian's waist from behind and smiled sweetly at him. "Don't spread rumors. You're the only one I'm dating."

Giselle asked, "Is there something bothering you?" "Well, the thing is, it's been half a year since I started dating my boyfriend, and I've recently found out that he's been gaming with a woman. They're always playing in teams of two, but he claimed that they've never talked before and that they've never spoken through the mic," the woman answered. "I've told him on more than three occasions that I don't like it when it's just him and that other woman playing the game. He told me not to be so dramatic and that I'm stopping him from having his own circle of friends,'" she continued.

But still… "You want me to believe that!?" I retorted back, I'm in no mood for playful bickerings. He sighed narrowing his eyes infinitesimally. He looked as if he is offended by my question and let out a heavy sigh. "He has brought his special alien girlfriend, dint he?” He questioned. My fingers where clenched to fists. His words cut right through me tearing my flesh up. I quickly averted my head away, so that he couldn’t see how much those words hurt me. How did he know this…

Jean suddenly asked Fiona, "Is he really your boyfriend, Fiona?" Fiona heard Jean's words and immediately felt a bit guilty, but she managed to stay calm and responded, "Of course, how could a boyfriend be fake?" Jean narrowed her eyes slightly. The more she looked at the two of them, the less they seemed to match. So she gave a smile and said, "Since you say you're a couple, prove it to me." Fiona became increasingly nervous with the questions from Jean, and snapped, "How do you prove a boyfriend? What do you want, a blood test? Can you stop being so stupid?"

Desperation surged through me as I lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve. His body stiffened. "What the hell—" I frantically typed on my iPad. "Be my boyfriend. Please. Just for tonight." His brows shot up, his shock mirroring mine. "What?" I nodded, showing him the words again. He scoffed, pulling his arm free. "You’re crazy." I shook my head, typing faster. "I’ll pay you. Just pretend to be my boyfriend for one night. It’s important." His expression darkened. "I don’t need your money." He stepped back, shaking his head. "Listen, lady, whatever game you’re playing, I’m not interested."

FLASHBACK “Wow! My own girlfriend doesn't trust me!" I fought the urge to roll my eyes at Roman. He sat across me, being a little drama queen. "Well so far you haven't given me a reason to." I shot back. "I'm your boyfriend!" He yelled. "That really doesn't count right now!" He placed his hand on his chest and let out a long gasp. "Oh my - will you two stop it? It's just a game!" Kat snapped from where she sat beside me.

Held up his sign. "You're playing well," he said after a game. We'd won. 4-2. "I'm playing okay." "You're playing great. Don't argue with me." I didn't argue. The playoffs were hard. First round. Second round. Conference finals. Each series harder than the last. Each win more expensive. Each loss more painful. Jay was there. Every game. Every win. Every loss. "You're my rock," I told him. "I'm your boyfriend." "Same thing."