What My Boyfriend Wore Novels & Stories

We ended up having sex in the shower and now I'm sliding into the off-shoulder midnight blue dress with a slit that shows off my brown naked thigh. Trent puts on an expensive black tuxedo with a bow tie. From the way the two of us are dressed up, I'm sure it's a fancy lavish event. And I'm sure there are going to be prominent people and the press. This is the first party I'm attending with Trent as my boyfriend officially.

It smelt of his cologne, that exotic, crisp scent that drives me wild and makes me want him badly. He looked so unbelievably sexy in his suit; the royal blue tie matched his eyes, making them sparkle, and I could tell that he'd had his hair freshly cut and styled with product. The school boy was gone for the day, and in his place was a distinguished man. I never knew that seeing my boyfriend in formalwear would be such a huge turn on, but I could think of nothing else than wanting to get it on with him. "You look so incredibly handsome, Sparky," I tell him, my eyes fawning over the entire package that I can't wait to unwrap after the reception.

He asked me in what I assume to be his frustrated tone of voice. “Oh no, he’s my boyfriend and seems to have had a little too much to drink tonight,” I say desperately trying to downplay the situation in case he was well off. Which judging by the details of his costume he didn’t buy cheap material and props and put it together with himself as I did. So, I didn’t want to piss him off.

But I raise an index finger, firmly shaking my head, "Boyfriends wear condoms." He sighs but brings me to the bed anyway. I was still giggling when he straightens his body to peel his shirt off, complaining like a whiny little boy, "This is going backward, Soph. People do condoms first, then going raw, not the other way round." "The condom is in my bag. Go get it, boyfriend!" Despite the protest from both his facial expression and attitude, he walks to the walk-in closet where I put my bag. A few seconds later he comes back with the whole box, I can see his excitement in the brief he's wearing since he has stripped his sweatpants.

"Before that, accompany me to the mansion so I can dress up in a dress that fits that romantic date." “Hmm. You don't need to change clothes, baby. You are always beautiful in my eyes, no matter what you wear. Perhaps it's you that matter, not your clothes." I couldn't stop myself from chuckling because of what he said. I breathe heavily. Suddenly, I felt completely relieved. Marcov is the standard, and because of that, I will not lower my standard. My boyfriend set the bar too high.

I clutched Adrian's hand tighter what reaction would they all give me? "They always love you, little baby." I squeeze his hand in reassurance as he did the same. I saw Alex who was standing still without any movement to move. I doubt he is even breathing or not. Alex looked so hot in his red tux which matched mine. We didn't plan to wear the same color, but it turns out to be a coincidence that we both wore the same color. Alex with his complexion and his red tux, looked hotter second by second when I look at him. Sometimes I wonder how on this earth this man became my boyfriend. The way the tux hugged his lean-built frame. The sight of him made my insides melt for this man.

I could not recall anything worth remembering in my entire life. After a long moment of hesitation, I sent my response. [Dr. Chester, thank you, but I've decided to stop the treatment.] I locked my phone and looked at the calendar on the wall. It was the sixth anniversary of my boyfriend and I being together. I started preparing his gift a month ago. A tie was too common. Leather shoes were too insincere. Ultimately, I bought him an expensive handmade watch with my personal savings. My boyfriend, Jason Greg, worked in one of the Forbes 500 companies. He constantly met and worked with wealthy people, so he had to look the part.

Tory's POV This morning when I put on the black with a touch of silver strapless gown Nate had been nagging for me to put on, I did it because I knew he would be leaving today. " Your parting gift" I had said with a smirk and his handsome face lit up as he smiled one of those smiles that made me forget that I had a boyfriend and just wanted to kiss him.

And then, he landed himself behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders and his touch gave me the chills running through my spines but I enjoyed it. “Make yourself comfortable. We are now different from what we were yesterday,” he said. “So, that means you…you are my …,” I stuttered. “Boyfriend! Yes, I am your boyfriend and you are my rightful girlfriend here,” he said as he rubbed his hands on my shoulders. I had never bath even with my friends together. Not even with my best friend. But washing ourself together was making both of us so much comfortable with each other.

He was handsome, the black suit suited well his body and his hair gelled at the back. He looked like a majesty, an attractive prince that is my boyfriend. Which felt like a dream, to be honest.