Novel & Cerita Your Boyfriend Game Fanart

Second, the bastard thug had just called himself my boyfriend and they must have found me disgusting for dating a thug. “Jordan…” Damien made to move closer to me but I backed away. The donut box dropping from my hand. “I said ‘act like my boyfriend’ for just five minutes, not ‘act like my fucking husband’ for the rest of your life!” I half-yelled, my fingers curled into a tight fist as I glared hard at Damien. Damien blinked slowly, taking his time to register every detail of my expression into his damn memory, as if he hadn’t expected me to get mad at him for beating a defenseless man to a musk.

He yelled, trying to put his emotions in check. I was lost for words, I shouldn't get angry with him, but with the person who took the video of us fucking, I didn't know the kind of love triangle I got myself in, but I sure don't like it. “You have till tomorrow to tell your boyfriend and think about it” He said, and left just the way he came in. I have had a lot of sexual fantasies, but a threesome wasn't a part of it, and with boys… instead of getting angry at Ralph, I'm looking forward to it. Shit!

“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?”

"I thought it would be nice for all of us to get together." Casper looked around the table at his family members. His father, Richard, sat at the head of the table, looking stern as usual. His twin brother, Ryan, sat across from him, smirking. Casper felt a surge of anger rise within him as he looked at his brother. Kendall, his ex-fiancee, sat next to Ryan, looking as beautiful as ever. Casper tried not to look at her, but he couldn't help himself. Memories flooded his mind, and he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

By the time he was done, even Liza wanted to cry for the unknown boy despite not knowing him. "The boy's name is Tom, Tommy Thompson." Tom concluded with his narration. Wondering if the name was meant to have a meaning for her, Liza look at him blankly. Finally lifting up his head to look at her, Tom saw the blank expression and he realized she still did not get it. He grimaced with shame! Liza saw that look and slowly, comprehension dawned on her. "I was in the hospital because of this Tom? He was my boyfriend?" Liza asked with eyes gone so big they almost popped out.

Chapter Nineteen: Getting Along! Lenna's POV "You still looking handsome, Rhon... We miss you so much," Mom said as she kissed my boyfriend's hand, while here I was, I couldn't look at my boyfriend cause I has no face to look at him after I slept with his brother, I cheated.

"Yeah... are you here with someone? I actually came alone." "Am I here with someone? Pfft." I totally got my mind off Harry. "I'm obviously..." "She's with me." Harry grabbed my hand, holding me tight with glaring eyes. "Oh, I see. He's your boyfriend." He felt displeased. "Umm...well..." I tried to say something but Harry cut me off. "Obviously." Harry tightens his grip on my hand. "I think we have a movie to catch up to, don't we baby?" Harry fixes his eyes on the guy trying to flirt with Elena.

They're known as the holy trinity of jerks. "Nah! Stating the fact that he's so pathetic. He chose his work instead of staying with me? Besides, I wouldn't fuck somebody like him, he's gay, a virus," "Men! Your ex is so over with you," "Sure he is!" "He's your boyfriend, right? You shouldn't be saying things like that about him, I know it's not the end for you two," Miggy tried to defend someone he never knew. Throughout their friendship, Sou has never told anyone about his boyfriend. He never flexed him to anyone or anywhere, he acted single even in front of him which always hurts his partner's ego.

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.