All Chapters of Fake Dating The Billionaire Actor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

JennieIf anyone ever tells you walking through a crowd with a literal god of a man on your arm is fun, they’re lying.It’s terrifying.Every time Dante and I walk past someone, whether it’s my uncle, the flower girl’s mom, or some random man in a rental tux, they all look. Some are subtle. Some are not. A lot of them are actually staring at him like he’s the last piece of cake at the wedding buffet.Dante doesn’t care. He’s calm. Unbothered. The sharpest man in the room and getting all the admiring glances, and somehow he still looks like he’d rather be on a motorcycle with blood on his knuckles.When we stand at the edge of the garden reception while guests mingle and clink champagne glasses, Dante has one hand casually in his pocket and the other resting on the small of my back. A barely-there touch that still makes my brain short-circuit.Is this what they call getting starry-eyed?“You’re shaking,” he murmurs near my ear. Mr. Actor and looking-like-a-model is so close that I can

DanteI don’t do relationships.Not real ones. Not messy ones. Not the kind where you wake up beside someone and let them see you before coffee. Before you’ve ironed the mood out of your face.So the fact that I’m still thinking about her. The way her fingers twisted in my jacket, the stunned little sound she made when I kissed her, the way she looked at me like I was something worth wanting... It’s a problem.A big one.She walks me to my car like we’re real. Like we’re not two strangers playing a game neither of us fully understands. The moonlight hits her face in that annoyingly romantic way and I can’t stop staring.She smells like strawberries. Sweet and sharp and edible.She’s so small. I could probably lift her with one hand, and that’s not even a brag. Her head barely reaches my chest. Everything about her screams harmless and chaotic and very, very off-brand for me.With her brown hair, glasses, barely-there makeup, short body and total lack of curves, I shouldn’t be attracte

DanteI ring the doorbell, mentally bracing myself. Tonight is pure strategy. A calculated performance to win better roles, impress the media, and charm the public. Jennie should be easy. Just another pawn in this game I’m playing.But then the door swings open, and my first thought is...damn.She stands in front of me, short and curvy in the kind of dress that makes my brain bluescreen. Her brown hair is pulled back in a lazy twist, her glasses slightly fogged from the warm air. She’s wearing girl-next-door makeup, and I should be unimpressed. I usually go for long legs, red lips, and dangerous smiles. Jennie is none of that.And yet, my body reacts like she’s every fantasy I’ve never admitted to having.She smells like strawberries. Sweet and warm. Innocent.My cock twitches. I grit my teeth.Not helpful.“Hi,” she says softly, a flush blooming high on her cheeks like a shy sunburn.“Hey,” I reply, my voice gruffer than I’d like. “You look… good.”She laughs nervously. “I feel like

Jennie"Jennie!"Dante’s charming voice is devastating and felt between my legs. I hate how easily he affects me.A sigh leaves my lips at my own weakness. Why did I think dating an actor would end well? I am just a nobody. This was bound to happen.“Jennie, please listen to me!”And the clown is still talking to me...Seriously?I just want to get home, but there is no getting away from this determined man. He is not running, but he is walking fast. The kind of walk that means business. Sadly, it also means I’m about to become a meme on TikTok.Can’t he see that there are people with cameras around???I spin around like a diva, eyes burning, and throw my arm out."No. Don’t talk to me."My voice speaks of my inner hurt. If Dante cared about me, then he would stop the chase. Can’t he understand how humiliating this is for me? Really?The idiot stops in front of me. His eyebrows are furrowed, and that jaw is set tight. And fucking hell, he is so beautiful. Gorgeous, actually, with the