Your Boyfriend Peter Fanart Novels & Stories

Maria with a sports backpack on her back, tilted her head to look at Peter beside her, and couldn't help but laugh. Peter today wears sandy brown pants, decorated with a panda face at the knees, children's leather shoes on his feet, a light pink goatskin sweater over the top, and a black top. Wearing a cowboy hat, no matter how he looks at it, this kid doesn't look like he's going to the suburbs to play, but as if he's preparing to take artistic portraits.

He snorted back, “You're right! I really like you." Peter's statement made my stupid question look more honest. "You're not joking are you?" I asked him reassuringly. "Of course! Why am I joking about this?” Peter's frown disappeared, turning into a warm smile on his lips. His face was calm and relaxed. I shook my head, not p believers are by what I had just heard. "Peter, you know that I have to have a husband-to-be on my birthday, right?" "Of course I know. And here is your candidate, standing valiantly before you.”

Peter assured her. “Thanks, Peter. You're a lifesaver." Dee added before hanging up the receiver. Dee sat and waited for a whole five minutes before she heard Peter knocking on her office door. "Ms. Delaney, it's Peter." "You may enter," Dionnah said. Peter shoved his bald head inside first. His glasses sat crookedly on his elongated face. But don't be fooled by his nerdy look. He was a certified womanizer. He had bedded almost 90% of the female population at Delaney Designs. He had style, dressed in a crisp Prada suit that hugged his lean body nicely. He possessed a little class too, because he never spoke a word about any of his sexual encounters with anyone. If it wasn't for a few of the

She hoped it was soon but she wasn’t so sure. “starring on the television would not change the headline, Cassandra” Peter said with his fingers tapping away on his keyboard. He then turned around on his stool and looked at her expectantly. “Oh yeah sorry, go ahead,” Cassandra said distractedly Peter took a deep breath before saying what has been on his mind for a while now “Cass you said something about Princess having a boyfriend when you came back from the woods, which I still find hard to believe considering how overprotective Samuel was.”

"You’ve always been too nice, Arabella Leovough." I chuckle and drop my head. When I lift my gaze, Peter is staring at me with a look I’d rather not decipher and I clear my throat, keeping my stare blank as I speak. "And Peter?" He responds with a hum and I continue. "Don’t do that to any other girl. Until you’ve gotten better or found one who’s willing to embrace that side of you. Don’t do what you did with me." "I won’t. Thank you, Arabella." He mumbles, and I nod. Peter looks around me before his gaze falls on me again. "Where’s your boyfriend? I don’t see him around."

But then he was back to the bed and waited for his precious Peter to come back to him. "So you think you can get Amara and that boss of yours together?" Peter asked still standing by the bed. "It's an order from Leonardo, and him from his wife...so it's really from higher up. So, yeah I hope he'll make it." He chuckled and tugged his handsome boyfriend down to his body. Peter laughed playfully and told him that he loves him and was sorry about it before. "Mmmh... I know baby, and I'm liking the apology session. I'm liking the little marks I'm leaving behind, you look so much hotter..." Paolo said huskily, as his lips traced his love bites on Peter's shoulder and chest.

“I have you, don’t I? Not to mention that Jason Evans already has someone in his heart. Even the real Britney couldn’t take his heart.” “He has a girlfriend?” “No. He likes Fia.” Peter’s expression darkenedw. Then, what about his younger sister?

“One question after another, please. Otherwise, Zephyr won’t be able to answer.” “I’m grateful to the lady beside me the most. She’s my junior. We usually meet up to talk about art. She’s a real professional.” Zephyr then held Nancy’s hand. “The woman in the portrait isn’t my girlfriend. For certain reasons I can’t name, I drew her.” He put on an expression that said he felt lost, and it made the reporters even more curious. I could not stand their fake answers anymore, so I gave Patrin a signal.

. His name is Peter Hadley he is six foot one. Slender and muscular. His hair and beard brown, with blue-green hazel eyes. He spins her around and around, she is a little tipsy after a few drinks. Frank seems to eye the two of them, glaring from time to time, while they dance and have fun. They dance for a few songs. Peter dips Gracie backwards and kisses the woman with deep desire for her. Gracie returns the kiss and smiles as he pulls her back up. Peter’s energy is heavy on her, peaceful yet desiring, hot steamy, a little overbearing. This man must be displacing emotion to have so much energy and passion towards a stranger. Gracie Mae thought to herself. They conclude the dancing, and she

His grip was firm, and it made my hand ache. When we got downstairs, I jerked my hand away. "Ouch! Stop!" I rubbed my wrist and snapped, "Say what you need to say already!" Suddenly, Jason pulled me close, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Winter, I've figured it out. That day when you woke up, you asked me who I was, right? Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Jason Patel, and I'm your boyfriend." At that instant, our heartbeats thudded violently, echoing between us. In the depths of his bloodshot eyes, all I could see was me.