The Expert Boyfriend Snatcher の小説・ストーリー

Sebastian asked coldly, his hand snaking around my waist. Zac took the other side and did the same. "This shameless man you are pertaining to is our boyfriend." Oh, boy, I'm cooked.

He teased. "Oh my gosh." I gasped. "Are you a stalker?" He chuckled, "then I guess I will make a very good and handsome stalker," he said, playing along with my joke. "Excuse me, Mr handsome stalker but I have a boyfriend and he knows karate." "I see. Who is your boyfriend? I need to tell him that I have fallen in love with his lady." "I thought you were a stalker, you should have known I have a boyfriend. I mean isn't that what stalkers do? Nice try."

Rain. Rhysand steps inside, slow and deliberate like a predator. His gaze flicks to me briefly filled with fury and something else I can’t read before it swings back to the bald man. Snakehead tilts his head, sizing Rhysand up. “You must be the boyfriend,” he drawls, voice thick with mockery. “The one who’s got her wiring fifty grand like it’s pocket change.” My stomach drops. The word “boyfriend” lands like a punch to the stomach. Boyfriend. It sounds so wrong coming from this man’s mouth, but what hurts more is the way my mother’s head snaps toward Rhysand.

He raised a brow, not believing my words. “Eric Son”, I said with a pointed look. And he laughed and laughed. I frowned. “Eric Son? Really?” He stopped laughing and looked somewhat angry. “Yes, he is my boyfriend”, I replied. The room got a lot colder at my words. “Why would you be a partner with someone as shitty as Eric Son?” Hayden sneered with disgust written all over his face. How could I forget that they were rivals and did not like each other? “You came the wrong way, Angel” He snickered. “Are you really here for your boyfriend? For someone who has a boyfriend, you have been talking with a half-naked stranger”

“In fact… maybe I should get a taste before handing you off. Odds are, he won’t like you anyway. You’ll end up mine.” He reached for me, fingers grazing my waist. I shoved his hand away. “Don’t touch me.” His smile vanished. The slap came hard and fast. I hit the carpet, vision spinning. “Don’t touch you?” Snake crouched beside me, face close, breath sour. “You’ve already been sold, sweetheart. You think you still get choices?” “You should be lucky your boyfriend sold you to me,” he sneered. “Anyone else, and you’d already be on your back, entertaining guests.”

I snake my arms into Hunter's, turning to face my ex-boyfriend with a firm look. “No, Chris. This is Hunter Steele. My boyfriend.”

I blacklisted Crystal and messaged the lawyer to sue those online harassers. Colluded with Crystal to plot against me. They deserved it. That bitch had to pay the price one day. So did Alfred for his infidelity. I met up with Cedric, learning that Crystal had tried to persuade him to cancel the engagement with me. "What did you do then?" Cedric smiled. "The honey trap may have worked, but diverting trouble elsewhere is better. So I introduced Anthony to her." Anthony was the youngest son of Cedric's grandpa, only a few years older than Cedric.

I felt a chill down my spine as I clutched the phone, and then I saw Jenna Wilczek’s latest post. [Having a childhood sweetheart is the best! One call, and he came right over. Thanks, Zach, for helping me pick out decorations for the engagement party. Your taste is amazing!] Attached was a photo. Jenna was holding my boyfriend’s arm with a beaming smile. I felt like an invisible hand had closed around my heart and squeezed it so tightly I could barely breathe. My body was still wrecked from the meds and electric shocks. I was exhausted. I did not go looking for him. Instead, I went back to the tiny rental apartment where he and I had once spent countless days together.

“And who would that boyfriend be, sweetheart?” Scowling, I slap his hand away and straighten my stance. “Who are you?” Instead of being insulted by my defensive tone, the man chuckles. “I’m the man who will cut your fragile little throat if you don’t answer me.” My face pales at his tone. “My boyfriend’s name is Argent, and he lives here. Can I go now?” I ask steadily. The man’s face darkens with suspicion. “Wrong answer, little girl.”

Meanwhile, he casually dragged my hand over his body while saying, "Are those thirst-trap guys you watch built better than me? Can they make you feel good? Can they make you moan in bed like…" I nearly jumped out of my skin and blurted, "I have a boyfriend now! And yes, he can!" Oliver froze instantly. The amusement in his eyes hardened into ice. "Who?" His voice dropped low enough to make my skin crawl, and his grip tightened painfully around my wrist. When I didn't answer, he slowly stood and closed in on me, hot breath brushing the side of my neck. "You're lying to me, aren't you? Hm?" I clenched my teeth and forced myself to hold steady. "I'm serious. We've been together for a year..."