Romans & histoires The Invisible Girlfriend

Dominic admitted. “My prick is so minute, my ex girlfriend called it invisible. Whenever we had sex, she just lay still, rolling her eyes or fiddling her phone in the middle of our heated intercourse. She always said to tell her when I'm done tickling her and would hand me a vibrator afterwards, to give her the real deal” Axel said and the guys roared in laughter. “Poor lady. What mental damage you must have caused her with your pathetic insignificant… maggot!” Anna scolded him and he looked down in embarrassment.

Of course, not everyone was perfect. Some of the other waitresses shot me looks when they thought I wasn’t watching. Little sideways glances, tight smiles that didn’t reach their eyes. One of them—Chloe, I think her name was—had “accidentally” bumped into me hard enough to spill half a tray of drinks my second night. She’d apologized sweetly, but her eyes had said something else entirely. I didn’t care. I’d spent most of my life thinking I was invisible. Plain. Forgettable. The kind of girl guys looked past on their way to someone prettier.

“A bubble? I assure you, my bubble is reinforced steel, Ms. Caroline.” “I know it is,” she replied, leaning back easily. “But the bubble you’ve put around me needs some deflation. I am madly in love with my girlfriend. She is the reason I managed to finish my graduate thesis. We’ve been together for five years. I’m gay, Ivan. And entirely unavailable.” The silence that followed was heavy and immediate. Ivan’s face didn't register embarrassment—it registered a complete, tactical system failure. His strategic calculations for the evening had just been rendered obsolete by a simple, polite truth.

She didn't just want to hurt me; she wanted to watch me fall apart. My hands were shaking, but the feeling in my gut was shifting. It wasn't just that cold, sick fear anymore. It was heat. It was anger. For days, I’d been acting like a ghost. I hid in empty rooms. I kept my head down. I stayed quiet, thinking that if I just made myself small enough, she’d lose interest. I was wrong. Silence didn't protect me; it just gave her a bigger target. The more I backed away, the more room I gave her to lunged forward.

Before I could stop myself, I tapped the message. It opened to a group chat filled with Fred Thompson's usual circle of friends. My hands shook as I scrolled up. [Everyone else is out. There are just Hannah and Ayla left. One's your official girlfriend, while the other's your new favorite secretary. Final round, man.] [I'm betting on Hannah. She's been with you five years; she's sweet, obedient, and yeah, she's got a great body. Perfect wife material.]

She wasn’t small. She was radiant. Polished. Unrecognisible She looked expensive. “How…” My thoughts spiraled. Mr. Enzo didn’t associate with nobodies. How did she climb that high? She tilted her head slightly. “Nice to meet you… Mr.?” She didn’t recognize me. Not pretending. Her eyes were cold. Distant. Like I was just another man in a suit. Like she had never seen me before. Like I was a complete stranger. Director Chapel smiled. “This is Dominic Montgomery, CEO of Obsidian Holdings. Your new partner.”

Like the years of waiting, of wanting, of being invisible had finally, impossibly, caught up with her. "You don't know," Vanessa whispered. "You don't know what it's like to be nothing. To be invisible. To love someone so much you'd do anything, be anything, and they never even see you." Elena held her wrists. Her arms were burning. But she didn't let go.

Ever since the couples' account Sean Deaver and I run together has gone viral, my biggest dread has been filming our daily videos. On camera, Sean and my best friend, Jodie Steele, act like the perfect couple. They're always over each other, while I'm not even allowed to show so much as a hand. In the first year, Sean wipes the cream from the corner of Jodie's mouth, then pops his finger straight into his mouth. When I confront him, he simply pinches my cheek and flashes me an indulgent smile. "Aw, someone's jealous," he coos. "It's all for the cameras, babe. Don't make a big deal out of nothing." The following year, Sean takes on a challenge to sneak ten kisses on his girlfriend wh

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

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