Ghost Boyfriend 소설 & 이야기

He claimed my lips for a hot, wet kiss, not caring if we had an audience. Rain huffed. Ghost stood beside my best friend with a smirk on his lips. “Disgusting maniacs,” Rain murmured under her breath. Klaus finally released me. “Says the girl who had a threesome in a public restroom.” She narrowed her eyes on me. “That was a one time thing!” she said, hearts flying out of her eyes as she coiled an arm around Ghost’s waist. “I am a one-man girl now.” “You better be.” I suppressed a grin, narrowing my eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you’re not a great person. Or even a decent boyfriend. But the man I want to be with—he stays. Even when the world is falling apart.” “He holds me when he’s scared too. He doesn’t vanish without explanation and expect to come back like nothing happened.” I took a breath and stepped closer. “I’m not saying you shouldn’t choose yourself. I’m just saying—you didn’t even try. You ghosted me. For what? Because my name was being dragged through the mud and you didn’t want the dirt on you?” “Do you think I don’t know about you calling the sponsors? Telling them you’re still available even if they drop me?”

He turns his eyes on Ghost, sitting there, pulling his role as my partner. I don't know why he assumes that Ghost is my husband, but some married couples have this fetish. Fucking sickos. "Oh, him?" I giggle and wave my hand. "He's not my husband but my boy toy, aren't you, darling?" "Yes, love." Ghost replies. "Then you don't mind if I have a little fun with this gentleman here." "Don't mind me at all. Go have fun," Ghost returns to the auction and smirks. An eyebrow twitch, and I plaster a full-on grin.

“I’m guessing he found some random whore to screw. That’d explain it.” My eyes widen at her words. “Don’t say shit like that.” Even his sister talks about him with disgust. Her head tilts. “What? It’s the truth. Do you have any idea how many used condoms the cleaners find in his office at the club?” She laughs, but something about her tone makes my stomach churn. Jealousy? I don’t even know why I feel it, but it’s there. “I’d rather not talk about Ghost and his habits, especially not with you—his little sister.” Grabbing my phone, I check for a reply from Ghost. Nothing. What the hell is he up to now?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Ghost Damon?” Steve stared at him. “Like Rhea Damon’s father.” “Yeah,” Ghost nodded. “Your girlfriend’s father. Can I come in now?” “Oh shit!” Steve exclaimed. “Give me a minute. My apartment is a mess right now. We’ve had tons and tons of projects to do and I’ve not even had a second to spare to clean up. What would you care for sir?” Ghost stared around and noticed the cool and well furnished apartment. He turned back to stare at Steve. “You said ‘your apartment ' Do you stay alone?”

He swaggered into the office with a mocking grin. "Hey, my fiancee. Oh, wait. That's not right. You left me to face all the cold stares and ridicule alone at the engagement banquet, so I guess the engagement didn't exactly happen. "I should just call you… Ms. Shaw." Helena's brow furrowed. "So it was you… All of it. I've already confirmed that. What do you want? Money? The company? Status?" Christian laughed, wagging a finger at her. "Kids make choices. Adults take it all.

After he left, I pulled out my phone and called Avery. "It's time they paid." Did Richard really think losing his job was enough to make up for what he'd done to Chloe? Not even close. The moment Avery released proof that Grace had staged the entire thing, the internet exploded. My private investigator had already dug up Grace's past. After her first husband died in an accident, she'd become the mistress of a wealthy businessman to keep her lavish lifestyle. The affair didn't stay secret for long. When it came out, the businessman's wife made sure everyone knew.

The only other people who knew who he was, were Gunn and the triplets. "I'm Aaron Muron, many of you may know me as Ghost. I'm the godfather of the mafia. The founder of Muron Springs." The room broke out in shocked gasps and whispers. Fear settled on their faces as they watched him, wondering what his next move would be. As the story goes, whoever saw Ghost, didn't live to tell the tale. "I want to enter a partnership with you all. This could be the start of something beautiful." He said, biting into his bottom lip.

Why? I must be delirious. Daniel means nothing to me, and as he said, what we had was not real. And even if we go back to the same situation, my real title now is "His fake girlfriend"."

I guess it was just easier to ignore the fact that he and I were not on good terms if he wasn’t in my company. Once more, I felt like a ghost, roaming the halls and the staff purposely ignoring and avoiding me. It was ridiculous. But, unfortunately, I didn’t see a possible end to any of it. At least, not right away. ‘Screw this,’ I thought bitterly. There was no way that I was going to endure another damn day feeling unbearably awkward and out of place in that friggin house. A big part of me was tempted to reach out to Michael again. Hell, I didn’t care if we’d just seen each other yesterday, Michael had proven himself to be a great listener and a deeply fascinating conversationalist.