What My Boyfriend Wore Novels & Stories

I cuss under my breathe to the fact that I was not going to achieve my orgasm once again. "Quick! Let's get dressed and go see who it is." I whisper yell to my boyfriend,Alex. He stared at me for a while before it hit me. He was dressed. "No. You are not going out wearing only pants. I don't want to show your body to them. What if…" I swallowed the rest of the words as I shuddered at the thought of Lex being taken by the man on the other side. "Fine." He whispers in return. He takes his white top and wears it

He asked as he noticed the rose petals scattered all over the floor, I walked over to the door as I watch him dress up in a simple black short and a white plain T-shirt. "You like?" I asked shyly. "Of course." He said as he followed me to the dining room. "Wow, this place wasn't like this when I came in." He pointed out while smiling at me. "What's the occasion?" He asked curiously. "There is no occasion, I am just trying to thank you for being the best boyfriend ever, you are so sweet and so carrying and for deciding to help me with my dad, you are absolutely the best." I said truthfully.

He also had a small Tupperware container in his hands. He bit his bottom lip. "Wow! You look......wow, beautiful," he spoke once he saw me and his eyes racked up and down me. "I can't believe you're all mine." I nearly blushed at his comment before allowing him in. "You clean up well too." "Thanks, I took your advice and ditched the leather jacket for this," he said pointing to his shirt with a scowl. I shook my head and led him into the kitchen to meet everyone officially as my boyfriend.

"If it’s just a friend, then why are you dressed like that?" Well... he’s my boyfriend now, so he kind of has a right to ask. I wasn’t dressed like someone intending to see a friend. I had dressed to look sexy for Lucian, almost forgetting that Raven might see me. "She... she’s having a party. Which is why I’m dressed like this," I muttered. "Do you feel comfortable in it?" he asked. I looked at him from up there and nodded. His lips curved into a reluctant smile. "Alright then. I don’t like the dress, but... you have every right to wear what you want."

My body is still sore but my heart feels good. Our clothes from last night are discarded everywhere on the floor. I picked out the shirt I wore for a brief moment last night before he removed it from me. I haven't worn any of my boyfriend's shirts before especially after sex. It feels too intimate, and I was always used to feel disconnected from them. But today, I didn't hesitate to pick Bash's shirt. Because I am a fool. He was gentle, and that's all it took for me to fall for him.

Pari Morretti Enzo had told me to wear anything so I did. I exited the room with a boyfriend jean trouser, a crop top and a jacket over it, expecting him to send me back in to wear a dinner dress and heels. To my utmost surprise, I saw my husband wearing something similar to what I had picked out. He was also wearing a black loose jean trouser, a red shirt and a black jacket over it. Once again, covering those tattoos. "This was your definition of anything?" I pointed at my outfit and then at his.

The music was loud but I still managed to identify him. He wore an all white outfit and a black Alexander McQueen. I removed my attention and i returned my gaze on Harry. "You know him?" He asked and i nodded. "Not like I know him properly, he is an acquaintance in some way," I replied honestly. After a while, I heard footsteps approach us. His long arms found a way to linger on my waist and I looked up at him. "Your boyfriend?" He spoke very close to my ear. "You really have a thing for mafia men my love," He said and I felt irritated by his words.

He stepped out first, and my eyes caught the text on his polo shirt: “Sorry, Ladies. I'm a proud boyfriend of a Black–Chinese Queen.” Oh my gosh. Why is he wearing that in public!? Flustered, I quickly stepped out as the older ones’ eyes followed me. The young guy tried not to laugh. I walked as fast as I could out of there.

I was missing him already. God, I love him. I looked down at his black shirt I had on, letting his scent calm me. Wanting to break the lingering tension, I shifted the topic. “So…How’s your boyfriend?” He blinked. “Who?” “The guy from the boutique. The one we saw you with.” “Oh. Keith.” Chris’s mouth twitched. “That one? we’re not serious.” “Really?” I teased lightly, chuckling. “I hope he knows that, because he looked pretty gone for you.”

I gasp out loud when he reaches behind and grabs my ass through the stretchy purple palazzo pants I'm wearing. “Was that why you wore these slutty pants? I've been watching your ass bounce obscenely in them all evening.” His hoarse tone makes me ache sweetly in places I can only whisper. And yes, he got me. I did wear these pants for him. They always make my butt look bigger and juicier. “Jaxon, we're in public!” I whisper-shout, my eyes darting around to make sure no one is seeing my boyfriend knead my ass in public.