What My Girlfriend Doesn T Know Novels & Stories

My girlfriend, Kayleigh Richards, and I had been childhood sweethearts for ten years. The day I was taken back by my family at 18 years old, she clung to my hand, tears streaming down her face, begging me not to go. But in just two short years, the innocence in her eyes had faded. She carried herself with the poise of a grown woman now, and she had become much more calculating. When I stepped down from the truck, the first thing I wanted to do was pull her into a hug. But she slipped away from my touch so subtly that it almost went unnoticed.

Here’s a secret about me: I don’t really know how to act as a girlfriend. I’ve never really been in a serious relationship that was progressing gradually. Throughout high school, I always kept my head down and never bothered with boys or anything like that. It was always just me and Emily against the world. And after passing through high school and college still being single, I’d immediately gotten into a relationship with Marcus.

she asked. I let out a frustrated breath, "He doesn't know that I have a girlfriend and it is none of your business. I don't appreciate you calling me and demand these things of me. We will not be together as much as you try." "You are missing out on something amazing," she carried on.

The fact that he had a girlfriend was surprising because I had never seen anyone come over to see him and he was in my house a lot so I wondered if she didn't know or if she didn't come around at all. Oh well… I'm just happy there was someone in his life because that meant he wasn't interested in me and maybe Alicia can finally leave me alone. “So what does she like?” He opened his mouth and then frowned. “I actually don't know.” Then I frowned. “You don't know what your girlfriend likes?” He laughed. “It’s not like that. I met her a month and a half ago so… I don't really know. Tell me, as a lady, what do you like?”

"If she is really your girlfriend then why did you hide it from everyone? Why doesn't anyone know about your relationship?" I didn't know what came over me, but, before I could contemplate what I was doing, I blurted, "It's because of me."

Because I was nervous as fuck. What if he’s changed his mind? What if he hasn’t but I eventually disappoint him in the end? What the fuck do I know about being a girlfriend, let alone being Giancarlo Verrazzano’s girlfriend? My first boyfriend has been an absentee boyfriend. I don’t have a clue about what I’m doing! “We’re going to the salon,” I said more firmly, allowing that my bestfriend still didn’t know the development of my relationship with my gorgeous mentor so she wouldn’t understand.

All of this is just because of the grudge he holds against their dad. I knew that I was sort of overdoing it because if his girlfriend finds out that I am waiting for him, she's going to get mad, and I know her well enough to know that she's going to do something stupid. Last night she looked really upset when she came knocking at my door to know where her boyfriend is, and the moment I said I knew nothing about where he is, she stormed out immediately. That look on her face could kill.

And I did not say anything until we were within the soundproof walls of my office. "Cameron, I love you and all but you do not need to talk about the guy you want to have sex with in there," I almost screamed, "If I had not stopped you to take you away from there, you would have talked about the person and I'm pretty sure his girlfriend was there." "How do you know his girlfriend was there?" She asked me, arms crossed and stubbornness in position with the clenched jaws, "How do you know he has a girlfriend, how do you know who I'm even talking about?"

“Does your girlfriend know you’re out here?” I follow as she backs away, keeping the space tight between us. “Who?” “Stasia,” she mutters, grimacing like the girl’s name tastes bitter on her tongue. “Not my girlfriend.” Vienna’s brow lifts. “Does she know that?” She steps back and I move forward, not giving up an inch of space. “Listen, I don’t kiss or hug or do the whole boyfriend thing,” I growl, staring down at her darkly. “I fuck. She’s good at it. End of story.”

My eyes widened at his reaction. He released me and stepped backwards. “Don’t say things you know nothing about.” “I know nothing about you because you don’t want me to know. Yet you call me your girlfriend. Yet you want to marry me! I’m not sure what I’m doing anymore.” I picked up the carton of drinks and walked away. He didn’t stop me this time.