Your Boyfriend Game Day 3 Novels & Stories

Defeated, enervated, and hopeless, I sat with Timothy on a bench away from the main rides. “I am sorry it didn’t work out,” began Timothy. “Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care about you anymore. It’s better to move on.” “What! Why would you say that?” I overreacted. It was stupid to assume that the stranger next to me would know everything. “He is still very much in love with me. It’s a game we’re playing.” “A game for what?” “Well. It’s complicated.” I crossed my legs and locked my joined hands on my knee. “My friend thinks that my boyfriend, Desmond, is the jealous type. Amid our date, he discovered it and proposed a fun challenge to see who was the jealous one among us.”

“So, where is your highly irresponsible boyfriend?” Killian's gaze was intense enough to drill inside my head. I sucked in a sharp breath. “He couldn't make it.” “Such a shame.” Amusement danced on his lips as he stepped closer. “But are we truly talking about your boyfriend? Or a meaningless date?” What kind of a game was that? And what was he trying to achieve? I ground my teeth. “Does it matter?” He breathed out a chuckle. “I suppose it doesn't as long as he's not here.” I forced myself still as he studied me. “May I know your name?”

he said. "WHAT ASSUME TOO MUCH, I KNOW YOU'RE FOLLOWING ME NO----" I didn't finish what I was going to say when the game timer rang loudly and people were jumping in the stadium. Anton won, he scored the last goal... I forgot the man behind me and was jumping for joy.. "WOAHHHHHHH THAT'S MY BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!" I shouted and tortured the man behind me. He looked at me and smirked. My boyfriend is more handsome than you!!!

“Three years ago, I even let you marry her, and I also let you live with her from that day on. Even after she found out about our relationship, I still let you have sex with her. Do you think it would be a big deal for me if I let her stay at your place for just one night?” “…” Noah looked stunned at his boyfriend's question. He knew that his boyfriend was not the type of person who would scream or curse when he was upset or sad. On the contrary, his expression and tone were still ordinary, but his words always managed to pierce other people's hearts. At this moment, Noah felt like his heart was being pinched by invisible fingers after hearing what his boyfriend had just said.

“Fuck, Jo.” “I think I would like to have a threesome,” I tell him. “How many did you eat?” he asks. Threesomes? “Uh?” “The cookies, Jo. Did you eat the cookies?” “What cookies?” He groans and turns back to Cole. “I told you to hide them in your room, dumbass!” “I’m sorry. I forgot.” “I like cookies,” I say. “She’s fucking stoned,” Cole says, laughing. “This is not funny!” my boyfriend snaps. He doesn’t look happy anymore. “Hey, baby. Look at me. Do you remember how many you ate?”

she patted my shoulder and went back to the bar. When she left, the smile on my lips disappeared. She already has a boyfriend. Maybe I need to let go. She doesn't want me in her life anymore, so why would I fight if I knew I will fight a losing game. I was walking my way back to the bar when I saw Black coming out of the bar. She seems in a hurry and with her friend. They are laughing. "Sorry Steff, it's too late to change," I said to myself while looking at Black's passing car. ***

He could, with complete certainty, say that Cassie was his one. " Oh, okay, well, I had better get dressed then .", she said quickly as a breeze as she turned on her heels and headed to the wardrobe. " Babe, don't go. Can't you call in sick? " William was pouting. It didn't suit him. "Hun, you know I have to. They wouldn't call me in tonight unless they were short-handed, and Friday nights are usually busy anyway. " Cassie slipped on her scrubs before leaning over and kissing her boyfriend's lips. " I'll be back before you know it, and I'm off tomorrow so that you will have me all to yourself. "

It’ll be fun. Bastards. Topher staggered toward me, stretching out a hand, his eyes filled with concern and apology. I jerked a step back, freaking out, because what if he touched me and I actually felt him? Two senses turning on me and playing tricks on my mind I could buy, but if a third joined the game…? I don’t know. That would make this feel a little too real. And if this was real, then… Then my boyfriend of three fucking years was cheating on me. In my apartment. With my roommate. On my goddamn couch!

Toast just golden enough. At night, we watched movies on the sofa. His arm would rest around me naturally. Sometimes he would kiss my forehead. The touch was so gentle it made my heart race. We didn't kiss on the lips again. But the air between us was electric. Sometimes, I almost forgot this was all a damn game. A trap set by the man I'd stupidly called my boyfriend. Until Friday night. The phone rang. "Leo," Dante said, glancing at me before answering.

, 003: Fake boyfriend **Jordan Hayes** When I suggested the fake-boyfriend idea, I half-expected Damien to dismiss it—maybe even call me out on my bullshit. Instead, he shocked me by grabbing the creep by the back of the neck and slamming his face into the bar. He beat him viciously while vociferously declaring I belonged to him and threatening severe consequences to anyone who dared bother me again. I watched from the corner as Damien hauled the man up, slamming his face down again. Blood dripped onto the chipped wood. Everyone cleared out fast, scattering like they'd seen a ghost.