Your Boyfriend Peter Novels & Stories

Never. My lead attorney was planning to retire soon and I already had a name for the position. “Peter likes to party a lot?” I asked, playing absentmindedly with her hair. “Peter? God no. As exuberant as he can be, he’s actually shy. I think none of his relationships have ever worked because he’s never let go.” Hmm, were there homosexuals in The Eden? I should ask Jeff about it. Because if Vivienne found love by coming here, maybe Peter got the same luck.

I hastily said making a mental note to find Siobhan and tell her her new beau had come looking for her. “She wasn’t there.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “You seem to hate me but your friend obviously doesn’t share your feelings for me.” He pushed away from the wall and took several steps toward me. I involuntarily took 4 steps backward. He was so intimidating. “You haven’t told your friend lies about me have you?” “W-what lies?” “That I’m a playboy out to break her heart.” “Why would I do that? Siobhan will see for herself.”

One particular thing about Peter most people don't notice is the fact that he was a good stylist. I learned a lot from his perception of style and I was certainly incorporating them. Oh! And In case you don't know, Peter is my best friend, and his advice and moral support have been what kept me this far. "Hey man, I am off to a date with Natasha" Of Course that is where he was going. Peter was a love-sick guy and the fact that he was blessed with such a naturally endowed lady, made me jealous. You are so pathetic being attracted to someone else's girlfriend other than yours I heard my subconscious comment.

Peter interjected, “Could you guys all tone down the PDA a little? Please think about us single folks. You all have partners, but I’m still unattached.” Trenton laughed and said, “Peter, I’m single too. We’re in the same boat.” “You’re still just a young lad. I’m already in my late twenties,” Peter said. He was about ten years older than Trenton and only a little older than Austin, who would turn twenty-seven soon. “Peter, when are you going to bring your partner here for us to meet?” Serenity teased. His smile became gentler as he replied, “When the time’s right, I’ll bring her back to meet everyone. It’s just not the right time yet.”

" hang .....ah..ha..ah.Will..d-don't tease .." Cassie mewled and moaned, her knuckles white from gripping the headboard. The things Will could do with his tongue, criminal. "Oh, but honey, you're so cute when you beg." William popped his head out from under the sheet, grinning. " I love those noises you make." He was far too impressed with himself as he hurried up into the bed beside his girlfriend. As if his ego needed further boosting, turning his lover into a begging mess certainly did the job.

He still loves you, and he's sad. Angel lowers his head, and I see he doesn't know what to say. - He still loves you. I see it in the way he looks at you. - We broke up when I came to the US. I hope that's not true. Peter is the best boy I've met in all my years in England. If not for Klaus, he was certainly the one I wanted to share my life with. But I have Klaus and Peter is your mate. If Peter doesn't feel the mate bond, try to conquer his heart like a human.

"Oh, I'm sorry that I'm not pretty enough for you, is that why you left me in the cabin stranded?" I glared at him, folding my hands around my chest. "No, that's not…" "Babe, what are you doing outside?" I heard Hanna's voice from out the hallway before I saw her. "Oh, I see you've met each other." Hannah said. "You know him?" I frowned. "Yes, this is my boyfriend, Colleen and Collen, my roommate, Allison." She smiled I blinked, trying to make sense of what she'd just said. "Nice to meet you,"

"I know. He's coming to the dinner." "For how long?" "A week, apparently. Back to Singapore after the engagement dinner, finishing out the rest of his three months." Rhett said it evenly, watching my face for a reaction. "Does that change anything for you?" "It means I only have to deal with him properly for a week before I get my life back." "That's a very generous way to describe your own boyfriend." "He's not, " I stopped myself, recalibrated. "It's complicated." "Everything about this is complicated."

Ava asked curiously. Peter instantly smirked and shoved his hands into his pockets. “What? It’s a secret.” A faint blush crept across his face, making Ava narrow her eyes at him even more. “Whatever she told you,” Ava began softly, “you know you don’t need to win my heart… you already have it.” Peter’s steps slowed slightly as he looked at her. “Really?” he asked quietly. “But I’m not your boyfriend.” “That’s because you’re my best friend,” Ava replied with a small smile. “You’ve known me longer than anybody else.”

I finally snapped, the frustration bubbling over. Peter rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I saw your precious boyfriend storm out of the house. And he was looking at me like I had just run over his mom. Like he couldn’t wait to… I don’t know… disembowel me or something.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered, the words barely audible. Peter raised an eyebrow. “But you slept with him, didn’t you?”