Boy Friend: A Friends To Lovers BWWM Romance

by Tyla Walker

  Boy Friend

  A Friends To Lovers BWWM Romance

  Tyla Walker

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  Contents

  Description

  Also by Tyla Walker

  1. Jonathan

  2. Nikki

  3. Johnathan

  4. Nikki

  5. Jonathan

  6. Nikki

  7. Jonathan

  8. Nikki

  9. Jonathan

  10. Nikki

  11. Johnathan

  12. Nikki

  13. Jonathan

  14. Nikki

  15. Jonathan

  16. Nikki

  17. Johnathan

  18. Nikki

  19. Johnathan

  20. Nikki

  Also by Tyla Walker

  Description

  Nikki and Johnathan are two people who got dumped. Their significant others threw them out like you throw away a piece of trash. Being friends, they decide to get back at their exes. How?

  By telling the world they’re getting married, of course.

  Seriously, they’re pretty crazy. But they’ve got a plan. Make their exes jealous enough that they want to take them back. It works pretty well. Both exes see how happy Nikki and Johnathan are together and they realize they wanna come back.

  But Nikki and Johnathan have already fallen in love?

  What are their exes gonna do now? Are they gonna try and break up Nikki and Johnathan so they can have them back? Will they pretend to the other that they got back together?

  Why does life get confusing when you throw a white boy into the mix?

  Find out in this sizzling BWWM romance!

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  Having the Ex-Military Billionaire’s Baby

  A Good Woman

  Blending a New Family

  Pretend Wife

  A Single Mom’s True Love

  Marriage of Convenience

  The Texas CEO’s Nanny

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  My Crazy White Boy

  One

  Jonathan

  Last night’s deep and dreamless sleep has me amazingly refreshed and optimistic as I set out for the gym this morning. I feel like today's going to be amazing. A lot has happened these last few days, to be exact, last week.

  After I diligently follow my post workout morning routine of getting my pastry an Americano from the coffee shop next door, I walk directly to my office.

  I whistle as I swagger inside, towards my private office. People look at me as I pass them, well, everyone knows me. Being one of the top advertising copywriters in the company provides me this kind of prestige.

  My looks say a lot, too, but you might get the wrong I’m idea… that I’m some manwhore. But I'm not a player at all, in fact, I'm the one that got played. Damn it, the time I spent on my “committed” relationship got wasted just like a snap of a finger because my girlfriend doesn't want me anymore.

  More like she got someone better… This nagging thought keeps coming back to me, and I don't want to accept it. Come on, who would? Any man that heard this wouldn't like it.

  It was like a slap to my face, and of course, I loved her. I wouldn't last so long with her if I don't love her.

  At least, I have a high-flying job, and without me, Jessica will be nothing. Or that’s what I tell myself.

  I hope this day will get better, and everything will be just fine. Maybe everything will go my way, unlike the other days.

  My lips curve as I see the top of Nikki's head. I’d know her anywhere… she’s my best friend.

  She's here already, as expected of one of our most hardworking accountants. But why is it that she has been working early and going home late these last two days?

  I frown. What could it be?

  Anyway, seeing Nikki makes me happy, we've been friends for a long time, and she always gets where I'm coming from, no matter what we talk about, every day. I can tease her, tell her things, and be comfortable as I do it.

  Yeah, she really is something.

  "Hey, Nikki!" I call out to her, but when she looks up at me, all I notice are the dark circles under her eyes, and the vulnerability in them. What happened? Why does she look like this?

  "Hi," Nikki replies to me silently, then, she goes back to typing whatever it is that she needs to type. I'm not used to this side of her, she usually greets me jovially, and we end up teasing each other for a bit.

  "What's up?" I ask her as I lean my head on the side of her cubicle. She looks up at me again, and this time, I can see the pain in her eyes. There's so much pain that I don't even know where it's coming.

  Damn, what happened? Did Sam do something to hurt her? So far, this is the only idea in my mind. Or did something happen to Kaley?

  My heart beats fast as I think of this possibility. God knows how much I love that kid.

  "I… Johnathan… it's Sam," Nikki says to me, her voice full of torment. I drag a chair and sits in front of her table, looks like this is gonna be a long story.

  "What happened to Sam?" I ask her. Just as I thought, there's no way that she'll look like this if this isn't about her family. Sam and I are friends too, but I'll take Nikki's side at any moment of the day.

  "Sam said that he wants to take a break from me. He broke up with me!" Nikki says agonizingly. "You were friends with him too, and I don't even know why he has done this. I don't know why he chose to up and left. We've been together for so long, and this happens!"

  Nikki looks genuinely miserable, and it seems she's going to cry any minute now. I don't want to see her cry just because of that man. Damn it, Sam really did a number on her.

  "How about Kaley? What does he plan to do with her?" I ask Nikki, I'm worried about the two-year-old Kaley.

  "She's with him this weekend," Nikki sighs and leans her head on the back of the chair. "I don't know what I'll do."

  "Well, it's not the end of the world. Jessica broke up with me a week ago." I laugh sarcastically. Yeah, life goes on. Even though, with kid’s involved, it’s way more serious. But I don’t want her to hurt any more than she already does.

  "What? Jessica broke up with you?" Nikki sounds surprised. "I can't believe it. The great Johnathan Winters has become a spurned lover."

  "You're calling the kettle black. Hello, pot," I tell her. Nikki's face blanches, and she becomes dispirited again. I grimace inside, it looks like I made it worse.

  "We're in the same boat," Nikki says to me. “Also, that almost counts as black joke, so cool it, white boy.”

  I smile at her. "People sometimes suck, Nikki, so we go on while we left them behind," I tell her. "Why don't we celebrate being on the same team? Misery loves company, you know. Drinks and all manner of comfort f
ood are on me."

  "Sure, as long as you pay for it," Nikki agrees. At least there's a smile on her face.

  "Woah!" Nikki raises her glass for another gulp. "Damn, this feels so much better." She’s giggling. “At least drunk I’m able to handle this bullshit better.”

  "You're not that drunk yet," I correct her.

  Nikki looks at me and slaps me in the arm.

  "Who told you to rebut everything that I said? Are you your best friend’s keeper?" Nikki glares at me. "Give me more."

  "Hey, this is your third drink," I tell her while I slowly sip on my whiskey. The bartender looks at me, and I nod. I gesture for him to give more to her.

  "I… don't care," Nikki replies to me. "I don't get drunk that easily."

  She's slightly tipsy but not that drunk.

  "Well, that's good," I tell her. "I don't want to carry a drunk woman."

  "I'm not drunk yet. Anyway, why are you not drinking much? Aren't we here to celebrate?" Nikki says to me. "Our exes might be having fun right now in their respective lives."

  I'm trying to act like I don't care about my ex- the ultimate revenge is to act as if nothing happened. Be indifferent to them.

  I frown at the thought and takes a gulp of my whiskey. It burns, and I like it. I need something to burn this feeling away from me, the pain and humiliation of being left behind.

  Then an idea pops in my head. Act as if nothing happened?

  "Hey, Nikki, how about we elope together and show our exes that we don't care about them?"

  Brilliant, right?

  Two

  Nikki

  I look around, and damn, I don't like what I see because there are couples everywhere… except for the man beside me, Johnathan. He's my partner in crime for the night.

  I also admit that he's eye candy. Come on, I didn't even believe at first that Jessica left him.

  Who in their right mind would? I mean, Johnathan's a catch. Those blue peepers of his give women goosebumps, the right kind. Also, as soon as we walked into the bar, women have been throwing flirty gazes at him.

  Some women were more forward, they approached like it's nobody's business. I order another drink… but I’m not counting. Coping, not counting, for this sista tonight.

  I'm still not as drunk as I want to be. The damn whiskey isn't doing it for me. Then, out of the blue, Johnathan said something that shook me to the core.

  "What?" It's like a wake-up call for me. Do I look that desperate to him that I'm willing to elope with my closest friend, so, that Sam will think that I don't care about him? I'm not at this point of total desperation... yet!

  "Are you fucking nuts?" I add. "Come on, why would we do that, huh? Did you snap because of Jessica? I'm not that desperate."

  I scoff as I ask for another drink. Well, I'm feeling the effects of alcohol and my blood's heating up. I want to lose myself in this club.

  "I think this is a great idea," Johnathan grabs me to turn to him. We gaze at each other, and I feel like I'm looking at something bottomless. His eyes always affect me… it's like he's hypnotizing me to listen to him.

  I always avoid looking at his electrifying, blue eyes.

  "It's nuts," I tell him as I hurry the bartender to give me more. "Bartender, where's my drink?"

  "Coming right up," the bartender replies as he hands me another glass.

  "Give me your strongest poison," I tell the bartender.

  "She had enough," Johnathan says as he takes my drink and gulps all of it in one go. I laugh when I see him almost choke because of drinking it all so fast. Johnathan covers his mouth in embarrassment.

  "Come on, is this how you treat a friend?" He asks me. I grin at him, then, at the corner of my eyes, I notice something that will totally destroy our night.

  At the front door, a woman is entering with her circle of friends. Jessica Thomas just came in, and she looks like nothing happened while my friend, Johnathan here, is trying to drink himself into oblivion.

  And he's clearly failing at it.

  "Don't turn around," I grab his arm. What to do? "Don't look. Jessica just came in, and I… really hate her! It's like nothing happened at all? Are you sure you just broke up?"

  I ask these questions aggressively. I give the woman a once over, and shit, she looks fresh, glowing, and happy. I don't mean that she has to be miserable, but come on, at least she should look like she cares, right?

  I mean, she broke up with her long-time boyfriend, Johnathan. A catch for the ages that she threw away like garbage.

  "What?" Johnathan asks me. He tries to turn around, but I grab him forcefully.

  "I said, don't look. She hasn't spotted us yet," I tell him. Damn, Johnathan's nuts proposal is transforming in my eyes, I think it's really a good idea. I want to see the look on her face when she sees me with her recently discarded date.

  I mean, with the ex she broke off with. I also want to see Sam's face as he regrets ever letting me go. Johnathan and I are perfect for each other.

  Both of us spurned lovers. Burned…

  I gaze at his face and realize that it won't be a chore to elope with him. Who can just elope with a man like Johnathan? He's most women's dream. I won't be losing out in this deal, we can use each other.

  I've made up my mind. I grab Johnathan's chin and kiss him on the lips like no one's around. I don't care about other people anymore, as I'm so immersed at this moment with him.

  The noise of the music and the people disappears from the background; my hearing is eclipse by the loud pounding of my heart, coupled with the blood roaring in my ears like a strike of thunder.

  It's making me feel heady, and my senses attune to the person I'm kissing. I don't know what specifically happened, but Johnathan responds to my kiss. My eyes widen when I feel his tongue licks my lips.

  God… I can't help but moan, and Johnathan takes advantage of it, sending his tongue in an exploration of my mouth. Oh… this is so good...

  Johnathan grabs me closer to him, and there's not an inch remaining between us. I close my eyes, savoring the temptation and invitation of his lips. I think I'm becoming drunk, I'm tasting the whiskey on his lips.

  We kiss until we almost lost our breaths. Johnathan lets me go, and we're both panting for air. I take a surreptitious glance on the side, and there stand Jessica, her face white and her hand's clench.

  Her friends surrounding her are glaring at me. A smirk graces my lips, I feel so much satisfaction. I definitely love it! Crazy. Desperate. It doesn’t matter. That was H-O-T.

  "I didn't expect that," Johnathan whispers in my ears. We're still so close with each other, and I don't plan on placing space between us. This feels comfortable.

  "Me too…" I reply. "Your ex is watching."

  "Let her watch," Johnathan emotionlessly says as he cups my waist, and I'm almost sitting on his lap.

  "Johnathan, it's nice working with you. Let's do this," I tell him. Johnathan beams at me, and he kisses the back of my hand.

  "I look forward to fruitful cooperation," Johnathan teasingly says.

  After the kissing occurrence, the kiss-ident (kissing incident, that’s what I’m calling it!), we didn't stay long at the bar. Johnathan dropped me off at home, and we reached an agreement. It seems that things are looking up for us.

  I have a feeling that sooner or later, Jessica will regret it. I lie down in my bed, thinking about Sam, but then Johnathan's kiss pops up in my mind.

  It was so nice… that's it hard to forget. I can't possibly just ignore it as if nothing happened.

  Well, it's only for show.

  "Gotta go to sleep…" I murmur to myself, thinking that from now on, there might be more kisses like that.

  And it will all be for show.

  What a waste of a fine man. I didn’t realize how fine until now. Lord knows what I’ve gotten myself into.

  Three

  Johnathan

  Wow is such an understatement. Fabulous won't cut it out, even smoking hot won't give justice to the k
iss I shared with Nikki earlier.

  What was that? I caress my lips, thinking of the kiss. Damn, who would have thought that the kiss will turn out to be a surprise? Who would have thought that it's a mind blowing devastating kiss?

  I have never thought of Nikki in this capacity, but the kiss earlier really opened my eyes wide. My reaction was off of the charts. I just went in and kissed her like there's no tomorrow.

  I didn't even care that we're in the eyes of the crowd. Jessica's presence wasn't the motivating factor of that kiss, I didn't even have her in my mind as I kissed Nikki.

  I sigh, shake my head, and decides to get out of my car to prepare my things. Earlier, we also talked about me staying with her as her fiance. Yep, we're really doing this.

  I'm going to stay with Nikki, and we can have more episodes like the one earlier. My blood sings in anticipation of what's about to come. I'm looking forward to what we're about to do.

  Nikki and I have been friends for a long time, but I never, not even once, thought of her as more than a friend, more like a sister. Damn it, what do I do? Not something I’d do with my sister. My best friend.

  But she’s more than that now. Even if it is for show, I can’t unsee her the way I look at her now. As a gorgeous woman. Not just the person who listens to everything I say. Who laughs with me.