Your Boyfriend Day 3 Novels & Stories

"Okay. Tonight we just have this." He kisses the top of my head and I feel myself relax completely. Outside, snow continues to fall. But we warm ourselves inside. For the first time in days, everything feels right. Bryson is my boyfriend. Actually, officially mine. And even though I don't know what the future holds, even though March is coming faster than I want, right now I have this. I have him. And that's enough.

If only she knew how those little actions turned me on! “How would you know? Do you have eyes at the back of your head?” “Not really but I know you cannot resist the way my ass looks in a pair of jeans, especially jean shorts.” “Ah! You know me too well.” “Of course I do. You have been my boyfriend for over three years.” “It has been three years already? That pussy still feels fresh anytime I see it.” “Well, if you keep banging it the way you did last night, it might wear off sooner than you expect.”

I'm not one who usually gets excited about her birthdays but this morning, not just because of the numerous love filled texts I woke up to from my mom and best friend, but for some strange reasons, I felt really excited about the day. It's not everyday a girl gets to turn Twenty four! And most importantly, I had also been accepted into my new place of work just last night. I could tell it was probably the joy from getting a job at the biggest company in town extending right into this day but just for this one time, I'm letting my birthday overshadow everything for today. I looked into my phone for the one hundredth time since I got up just barely half an hour ago, waiting for that one partic

The reality is that we had both been together for 3 years, and he had promised me to be loyal, swearing to me that we would get married and he would mark me to finally be his chosen mate. /Respond!/ I hinted again with an angry shout. However, Freddy remained completely silent. He didn't even look at my face, but looked down and sighed. At that, I took a step towards Delilah /Tell me, since when have you been fucking my boyfriend?/ I asked her. /Since... since... two years ago/ She answered, pulling away from me. When I heard that answer something inside me broke completely. I couldn't breathe properly, the air was running out in the room, my hands were shaking, my heart ached.

The moment we returned to Jonah's place and the door closed, he pinned me against it and kissed me deeply. I tried to push him away, but he firmly held my hands in place. It wasn't until I was almost out of breath that he finally pulled back and gently held me. "Don't push me away. I'm your boyfriend. Even if you have lost your memory for now, we'll get close again, little by little." I looked up at him, stunned. I came from a pretty average background, worlds apart from these trust fund babies. Jonah used to seem like he couldn't stand me, so I did my best to stay out of his way.

"What's going on?" "Liam's flying back today." "Oh. The boyfriend." "The boyfriend." "You don't sound thrilled." "I'm thrilled," I said, in a tone that convinced absolutely nobody, least of all myself. "Uh huh." She leaned in, dropping her voice slightly, though there was nobody nearby to hear us anyway. "Is this a good nervous or a bad nervous?" "I don't know. Both. Neither." "Very helpful, thank you." "I've had him for three years, Amara, I should know how I feel about him landing at an airport. I genuinely don't."

"I'm her boyfriend!" "Ex-boyfriend," I interjected weakly, enunciating the word. "We're over, Zayden." Zayden froze. Disbelief shone in his gaze. "No, you can't do this, Noelle! We've been dating for three years—" "Three years?" I sneered, "Those years with me mean nothing to you next to a day with Erica." "That's not true! You're the one I love!" Zayden took a step closer to the bed, but Logan stopped him.

Friday mornings had been my favorite part of the school week since the seventh grade. There was nothing more refreshing than waking up on a game day, knowing I didn't have to think about AP Literature for two days, and that I got to cheer my boyfriend on. Except, this Friday was the polar opposite, and I woke up completely out of my element. We didn't have a game for the next two weeks, and I was plotting revenge against my boyfriend with his other girlfriend.

My best friend is out of the country and my family— No. I won’t think about them. Not on my happy day. I pushed all the unpleasant thoughts aside and headed up to the room. I scanned the keycard, my hand trembling from excitement so much that I almost dropped the gift. But the moment the door swung open, I froze. “Oh fuck baby! Right there! Fuck yes!” A scene from a porno. Except, I knew the actors. There was my boyfriend of three years on the bed, a woman bouncing on him, her lithe and slender body twisting in ways I didn’t think was possible.

Another almost impossible trait to possess. I decided to dial Tom. I hadn't talked to him all day anyway and I was assuming that talking to him at the moment would induce some relief. Tom was my boyfriend and we'd only been together a month and a half so our relationship was still off to a tasty start. As expected, there were missed text messages from him and I giggled as I read through each and every one of them. Content of which was mostly how sweet I was, how priceless of a girlfriend I was and all the other lovey dovey stuff that came with being with someone.