What My Boyfriend Wore Novels & Stories

And then I saw my wonderful boyfriend. Hayden Dylan in a tank top hugging his muscles. Joggers loose carelessly enough to make my brain short-circuit when I saw the outline of his dick beneath the cotton. This was so illegal. I may have audibly inhaled. Was I ogling my boyfriend? Yes. Did I care? Oh, God. He spun and saw me, then smiled. My knees wanted to give out. He untied the apron from his waist and tossed it onto a chair. “Hey, nugget. You’re awake.”

I would have left with the first suit that came before my sight but my boyfriend seemed to be a picky one and they all seemed bloody the same to me. "Can you turnaround?" He requested and I swirled. "Why are you so damn picky, they are all the same!" I snorted and threw my head back. "Am not wasting my money on prudent material" he stood up and walked over to me. "That I would wear just once, it's just graduation, not my wedding" His arm went around my waist and pulled me to him. He smirked. "I think you will look dashing in our wedding suit, don't you think?"

Turning the two one-seaters to each other and placing a table in between. I nodded in satisfaction, feeling the atmosphere was somewhat professional. A knock on the door almost made my heart leap out of my chest. “Coming!” I yelled for him to hear me as I walked closer to the door. I did the Catholic sign, stroking my hair before I opened the door. My eyes almost fell off its socket. There he was, my boyfriend. Standing tall and looking devilishly handsome, my heart skipped a beat when he arched his eyebrows in surprise. He was wearing a white shirt that hugged his body perfectly, emphasizing on his well-defined chest.

He adored her and still loved her even after they split. She already owned him, while I, on the other hand, seemed to be warming his bed until her return. Hopefully not. I glanced at myself. I was indeed wearing Giovanni’s shirt but that was because I had no other clothes to wear. The dress I had worn to meet with him was more of a party dress, and no, I wouldn't be seen wearing such a thing. I paired his dress shirt with a waist cincher, making it look fitted instead of like I had tossed my boyfriend's shirt on.

"I can change. My mom has opinions about what's appropriate, and I wasn't sure if this—" "Beautiful." I stepped closer, taking her hand. "You look so fucking beautiful." A blush colored her cheeks—that gorgeous pink that I'd become addicted to seeing. "You clean up pretty nice yourself." I glanced down at my dark slacks and button-down shirt. I'd agonized over what to wear, finally settling on something that said "responsible boyfriend" without screaming "trying too hard." The tie had been a last-minute addition that I was already regretting. "Ready?" I asked, though I wasn't sure if I was asking her or myself.

He said as he took off his shirt. Should I say I was already used to seeing his amazing rock as abs. Yeah, I'm but it gets...... "Stop staring,I know your boyfriend is hot."He smirked as he was left in his underwear. "I was not and wait,what did you mean by we?." "We are going to take a shower TOGETHER." "No,we aren't." I moved close to him and turned around so he could zip down my gown,he did and the dress fell to the floor, leaving me in my bra and tights.

Even though the room was dark, the familiar scent of a man that made my heart throb without even trying hit me. My breath hitched but a deep sigh later made my tension ease to some extent. I slowly reached for the light as my fingers quivered. I put it on and my eyes scanned my room till it fell on my bed. My heart skipped a beat as I saw Knight, my boyfriend laying in my bed shirtless and pantless He had only his black underpants on and his cock bulging from it.

He said, tossing the clothes on the bed. I went through the clothes, only to discover sweatpants and shirts in the pile. “What are these? How can I wear any of this to work?” I inquired, and he shrugged before walking towards his table to retrieve his wallet and other belongings. “For the record, your boyfriend owns the place, so anything works.” He said, and I rolled my eyes. “In essence, my boyfriend wants me to go to work dressed like a homeless boy?” I asked, raising my brow, and he smirked.

"Okay sorry. I'll see you guys in a few hours. Love you and be careful." "We will. Love you too." Finally getting my mom off the phone I tossed it on the bed to finish packing. "Ready to go?" I was asked as I slid the last Christmas present in my suitcase. Standing upright I turned and grinned at my amazing boyfriend. "Yeah just need to zip it up." Knox crossed the room and came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and planting a kiss to the side of my temple. "Excited to go home and see your family."

She may not say the direct thing to me, but she would always be here through and through. “Right,” I replied softly and continued scanning. All of a sudden, her hand caught my arm and she gripped me so tight. “D?” “Hmmmm?” I replied looking in the direction where she was looking at. And there he was. The man I called my boyfriend, cancel that… my fiancée. Dressed in his work attire which was basically a stripper’s collar and cuffs. To say I was shocked would be an understatement. On the days I have come here, he was always dressed in a t-shirt with the club logo on the front, and not this... In his hands, he carried a tray of drinks as he climbed up the same stairs we climbed a while back.