Novel & Cerita What Is A Rebound Girlfriend

“Look, I know you’re not ready to move on from your divorce. I get it. It takes a while to get to that place, and I don’t want to be your rebound chick.” He stared at her. Then he cursed. “You would not be my rebound chick.” “Maybe, maybe not. But I also don’t want to be the other woman in your relationship.” “What the hell does that mean?” “You know what it means!” She rose and pointed a finger at his chest. “How can we have a relationship if you’re still not over your ex-wife? Or your marriage? You haven’t exactly been interested in making this anything more than a fling, and I’m telling you, I don’t want to have just a fling.”

“Damn right. You should just be with me.” I nudge her shoulder, laughing. “Shut up, idiot.” I pull her into a hug, holding her tight. For all her pranks and sabotage, she’s my best friend, my partner in crime. I’d pick her over any guy, any day. She smirks, pulling back just enough to say, “So… I’m your rebound, huh?” I raise a brow, giving her a playful nudge. “You want that tag?” She pretends to think it over, biting her lip, eyes twinkling with that same troublemaker spark. Then, turning to me with a grin, she says, “I’ll tell you over text… or maybe I’ll keep you waiting for a video call tonight.”

"So what's the story behind it? A random guy you picked from your long list, or a rebound guy to get over what we had four years ago? Either way, it was a reckless move." Something snapped inside her at his disdainful tone. Her fury was burning anew, and boy, was she glad! She needed a huge amount of it if she wanted to stand a chance in this battle. "Going on a date with some random oaf shows sheer tackiness on your side. Getting a rebound guy, now that would be such a Herculean task. Your feelings for me ran deeper than any mortal would comprehend. A measly rebound would never be enough to get rid of it."

“Isn’t your boyfriend there?” “I don’t have a boyfriend, not anymore.” “Huh? So I’m your rebound guy. I should have known something was up. This sounded too good to be true.” “I’m sorry I tried to use you to make myself feel better.” “I’d like to be used. I’ll be there in thirty.” “What?” He hang up.

I said evenly, "especially when my husband’s sitting across the table." Her smile curled like smoke. "Your husband, hmm?" she repeated, mockingly. "Vienna, don’t you get it? You were just a stand-in. A lookalike with good timing." The words hit me harder than I expected. The photo flashed through my mind. The girl in Warren’s arms who looked just like me. The unanswered questions. The emotional distance. My silence only encouraged her. "You’re just a rebound," she whispered. "A placeholder. And once I’m finished, you won’t even be that."

Looking satisfied with herself, knowing that she had broken me for other women. "Look, I'm sorry about accusing you and Marc. So, what does this mean? Do you still want to do the rebound thing?" I asked her, circling my arms around her waist. "Well, if you stopped with the strippers, I'm good, and just as long as you know, there would be no relationship ahead. We can be, what do the kids call it these days? Fuck buddies?" She turned to face me and trailed her hand from my chest to the back of my neck.

Cale was watching Kieran with a bored expression, but his hand was clenched on his knee. "Gossip is unprofessional, Kieran," Cale said. "It's not gossip if it's true," Kieran said. He looked at Elion. "Think about it, Doc. He knows everything about you. He cooks your childhood comfort food. He anticipates your every move. That's not romance. That's research." Kieran tapped his temple. "He studied you," Kieran said. "He memorized you. He's playing a role. The 'Perfect Boyfriend.' But nobody is that perfect. Unless they're reading from a script."

If the bracelet could suppress my misfortune, then it could naturally save her as well. Miraculously, Jane woke up the very next day. However, after losing the bracelet’s suppression, my condition spiraled out of control. I became what I am now, someone with a bizarre curse where anyone who tried to harm me would have their misfortune rebound back onto them. Yet, why was that bracelet on Hugh’s wrist now? On second thought, the reason my “Misfortune Rebound” power had suddenly stopped working today was probably because of the bracelet. “Where did you get this bracelet?”

So many questions in my head, but I did my best not to show any emotion as I turned around to face her. “Are you up on being just a rebound?” Her voice was laced with malice. “Is that even a question? You seem to mock me for being a rebound girlfriend, while you are clearly comfortable with just being a fling or a bed warmer.” I crossed my arms across my chest. Acting like Constantine’s mistresses seemed to be getting easier in front of her. “At least I have the girlfriend title in my name.” “Draco is obviously losing his mind…” “Probably.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Too bad he isn’t losing his mind over you.”

“Julian, now that you are done with Aurora, I think you should get back all the gifts you gave to her.” “Gifts?” “While you were together, you must have spent a lot on gifts for her. Now that she has hooked up with a new sugar daddy, it's only right that she returns all of those gifts to you.” I nodded in agreement. It was time for her to return everything I gave her back. She didn't deserve even a little bit of luxury. Knowing she was self-centered, the moment I asked for them she would come crawling back, and that way I could keep her by my side as my mistress.