Romans & histoires The Perfect Boyfriend

But more than that, he was the only heir to the Copeland family, the richest family in Wernick City. Meanwhile, Tiffany was just a secretary who played tricks. If not for the child she was carrying, he would not have paid so much attention to her, which resulted in him losing Lindsay when, in actual fact, Lindsay was his childhood sweetheart and well-matched partner. Coldly, Samuel watched as Tiffany put on a show. He grabbed her chin and growled frigidly, "What gave you the right to mention Linds' name and speak as if you are her equal? Who do you think you are?

The strong floral scent of Stella’s perfume gave her away instantly. “Amelia!” Stella’s voice rang with excitement. Amelia sighed but didn’t shrug her off. She wasn’t in the mood for a long conversation, but she knew there was no escaping once Stella had latched onto her. “Guess what?” Stella gushed, squeezing Amelia’s shoulder. “I finally have a boyfriend!” Amelia arched an eyebrow but didn’t stop walking. “Oh?” “Yes! And he is so perfect. Like, I mean perfect. He’s tall, hot, and guess what? He actually listens when I talk.” Stella clutched her chest dramatically as if she had won the lottery.

“You know my family. Every day is a damn competition for their approval, and that bad habit follows me everywhere. My last boyfriend was almost my height, and he hated me in heels. He said he didn’t want me to tower over him. So, like the perfect girlfriend, I wore flats everywhere just to get his validation.” “Fragile masculinity,” Julian muttered. I let out a laugh. “Exactly. Look at Tom Holland and Zendaya. They’re perfect together, even though she’s taller.” “I don’t know who those people are.” I smacked his chest lightly. “Right. You’re from the Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman era.” Julian snorted, laughing under his breath. God, I loved this side of him. Because too often, when I was with

He'd even deliberately blocked me from coming over to check. It took everything in me not to cry. My voice hoarse, I asked, "Preston Nolin, aren't you supposed to be my boyfriend? Don't you want to go to the same college as me anymore?" Murlowton University was Preston's dream college. Back in our first year of high school, he was running on the track during gym class when he stopped in front of me, covered in sweat. "Fi, let's aim for Murlowton U together. We'll go to the same college, and after we graduate, we'll get married!"

He calls for a waiter and we both place our orders before getting back to our discussion. "So tell me, what kind of traits do you like in a man? What's your idea of a perfect boyfriend?" He asks and I sigh a little, taking my time to think of the perfect answer. "Hmm... To be honest, I don't think there's anything like a perfect boyfriend cause there's no perfect human being in the world but I'll be honest, I used to have my own definition of a perfect man and a few years ago, I thought I had finally found him but he turned out to be the worst kind of man out there and now I no longer believe in wanting a perfect man."

I asked him sarcastically while rolling my eyes. He chuckled and pulled me into one of his bone crushing hug. Well now how am I supposed to be angry with him? This idiot knows how to melt my heart. I couldn't get more perfect boyfriend because he has already every quality of perfection. He loves me damn so much, he has never looked at any other girl except me, he is understanding, sweet,charming, extra hot....ugh words couldn't describe him. Nope no way. We have a relationship of 3 years but he makes me feel like in every single moment, I am falling for him all over again.

I asked, and he sighed. "I am going to continue this until you say I am better than him. And I'll make sure you do it soon. You'll have to when you'll hit your climax at my mercy," He said, and I sighed before pulling his collar. "We'll see that," I said, and he pouted. "It's unfair how you always side with him," He said, and I shrugged. "Maybe that's because he is indeed the ideal boyfriend. Not so grumpy, always loving, passionate, loyal, sexy, straightforward, expressive, and -" I paused when I saw the dark look in his eyes.

"Oh please. Stop playing these games with me now. Tell me. What's in it for you??? And why the hell are we talking about Chloe??? I don't think we want to patch up." "We??? Or Just You???" "Whatever. But I am satisfied with my life. I don't want any trouble in my life. You have created enough troubles for me already so It would be better if you don't create another one." "Oh please. Don't blame your mess on me. You have always been like that. No, I wasn't." "Oh so, you think you are perfect??? A perfect boyfriend material??? But you are not. You don't appreciate your girlfriends. Perhaps that's why they leave you. Even though you are so rich and handsome."

“There are so many things I love about you that I’m afraid that there’s not enough time for me to tell you all.” “You’re over praising me. I’m not that great. I couldn’t even protect you from dying.” he told her, still feeling upset about it. “So what? You’re not perfect. No one is and you can’t do everything. Having you, just the way you are in my life, is more than enough for me. You feel like one of those guys from novels or movies, but much, much better. You are everything that a girl dreams of when they think about what a boyfriend should be and so much more. And even if I were to search the entire universe. I don’t think I would be able to find anyone like you, even if I searched the e

I'm suddenly aware of how we have subconsciously moved together under the sheets, so every inch of him is pressed to me. I brush back his dark floppy bags from his face, long enough to reach the tip of his nose, and admire how beautiful this human is. Sighing at the sheer prettiness of my boyfriend and feeling like the luckiest girl alive even to get to touch him this way. I always thought Dane was hot, but somehow, falling for him this way, I seem to have become obsessed with his perfection. He’s an art form. “I love you.”