Your Boyfriend Game Day 3 Novels & Stories

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.

I looked at Jordan who was standing stiffly with a scarred face showing a hardened expression in the elevator doorway. "Amanda..." I shook my head, hoping that was enough for Jordan to understand. Words seemed to come out of my brain so I didn't know what to say to him. Jordan is my boyfriend, and I appreciate it. But he has often left me with nothing. He's been missing too many times and it makes me wonder what happened. It hurt me a bit, and I don't intend to retaliate.

Turning toward me, his expression was unreadable. There was resistance in his eyes, but also a flicker of anticipation. If I took that paper, we'd practically kiss. Disgusting. The piece of tissue passed from his mouth would be barely the size of a thumbnail. If Tom wanted to keep the game going, he'd practically have to kiss me. How was I supposed to play that? Then I noticed a phone camera pointed at me. Someone was trying to film me kissing both men—to spread it around, probably. Paint me as the wild wife gone rogue.

So did the two, I sighed defeated. "Your game is over?" He still turned to me. "Not yet. We're the last game." They nodded. "We're next." I let the three pull me away after putting away the belongings. Alforo then glanced at me. I smirked as he almost handed me his belongings next to me. I even muttered a curse for him. Especially when the three of them stared at me. "She has a boyfriend, Alforo. It's just me!" Jamie laughed as Demi immediately kicked him.

Hell no. "What?" Chloe asks, blinking and looking away for a second, trying to remember everything in my office, "There's only like three or four guys in your floor. Is it the old one, the crazy one or the emo one? I'm pretty sure the emo one is gay. And we don't need another gay boyfriend in the family." "Fuck you," Celeste growls at her, since her first ever boyfriend turned out to be into boys too. They're really good friends now, "Who is it?"

... As I and Nathan made our way towards the outskirts of the club where Bethel was fixing Mark up, there’s only one thing in my mind. My boyfriend is an underground street fighter. I’m dating a street fighter!!! I mean after beating those three hefty guys, he only had a few bruises. I know they were drunk but damn, three? Now I really should get to know my boyfriend.

Kissing, giving lap dances, making out and other kinky things. I was glad that it hadn't reached my turn, since they started the game. I wish I could sit in the room, without being noticed by anyone. I only want to keep stealing glances at my boyfriend. The blank look mixed with anger was still plastered on his face. The game hadn't reached his turn. It even seemed like he wasn't interested in the game. "Ivy, your turn." My heart skipped a beat when I heard my name. Guess my plan to stay unnoticed failed. What bad luck!

“Three down and you win.” Laughter bubbles out of my lips at Ben’s frown. There’s no way I am leaving this place with a stuffy. You have to make three shots in a row to win one of them. Ben turns to me, a hand in the pocket of his jeans. “Are you sure you want this?” Instead of putting him out of his discomfort, I point to a stuffed lion from the pile. It has a tiny scar on its face that reminds me of Scar from Lion King. My smile widens at my boyfriend’s scowl.