All Chapters of FAKE LOVE: Used Like His Toy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Don’t you dare force your way out, or else I’ll make you regret it,” the old hag whispered as he slammed Ren against the wall. Ren silently sobbed as the man continued harassing him. He had taken on a shift for his roommate Liam, who had begged him to cover it. Ren had rejected the idea at first; he was not ok working in a bar. He had thought about working in the VIP lounge, but his mind wasn't at rest, but Liam's pleading eyes wore him down. Liam was his only friend and roommate, the one person who has been there for him, his only friend. Ren had always given in because he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him, of being truly alone. But now, pinned against the cold wall, he wondered if it was worth it for Liam; the thought of it happening to Liam made him feel worse. He had been ordered to serve drinks at the VIP lounge, a place he’d never worked before; he carried a tray with cocktails when he got inside the particular room number he was sent to. Ren had always lost things pr

It was already morning. Last night was chaotic. Because Ren had at least healed a bit, even if he was still feeling so dirty, his mind drifted.He was still asleep while Liam was making breakfast; he had gone to bed late because he was reading a novel with Liam.“Up already, sleepyhead?” Liam’s teasing voice echoed from the kitchen as he stir-fried his eggs.Ren rubbed his eyes and sat up, his hair a little fluffy. “You’re making breakfast?” he asked, putting on his fluffy slippers.“I had no choice,” Liam called over his shoulder. “You were still sleeping, and besides, I was awake because of your loud snoring.” he teased.Ren pouted dramatically, dragging himself into the kitchen. “Lies, you just like cooking for me.” Ren hugged him from the back.Liam glanced at him, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Please, you’re like a clingy cat; I can’t even sneeze without you appearing beside me.”“Blame yourself for being so cute.” Ren pinched his cheeks.“I’m not; you are the cutest one he

Ren woke to the faint sound of rustling. He looked around, realising he wasn't in Liam's apartment; he jumped up from the bed.The bed he was in felt nothing like the one he’d left behind in Liam’s apartment. This one looks soft and silky; it should be expensive. The room was silent; he rubbed his eyes and blinked at the full rack of clothing hung against the far wall. It was a full wardrobe. And it wasn't there yesterday.It was filled with some exposing suits, shirts, tight-fitting trousers, and a few things he didn’t even recognise but knew were expensive.Everything looked like it had been tailored for him to his size. Some of it… didn’t even look like it should be worn in public.He dragged himself to the closet, sighing. “So I’m really doing this,” he muttered to himself, pulling on one of the less exposed black turtlenecks and a jacket. He showered, thinking he was going to be doing some housework chores since Ciro had offered him a large amount of money.He walked out of his

The sun blazed gracefully inside the room; that was the only thing Ren enjoyed about the room—it has a nice view outside and great sunlight.Ren’s body jerked awake before the light even touched the curtains; he sat up fast, his chest heaving as sweat dripped down his neck.He had a nightmare; this was the first time he was having nightmares in ages. He adjusted his sitting posture with his shocked expression.For a second, he didn’t know where he was, then the room reminded him: the high ceiling, the cold floor, the queen-sized bed, the silk sheets, and the large equipped room.It was Ciro's mansion, of course; Liam and his rented apartment can be closer to just this one room.Ren’s fingers curled in the sheets as he remembered what Ciro said last night.“You should know that no one denies me.”“Tsk, if no one did, then I will,” he murmured sassily.He climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom, refusing to look in the mirror; looking at the mirror reminded him of what happened wi

It had been some minutes since they landed.Ren had slept most of the eight-hour flight, curled against the window in the seat, a blanket draped over his shoulder; Ciro had put it on for him.He looked peaceful asleep; he looked fragile, even like he was a baby, but that illusion snapped the moment they landed.Ciro woke him up. “We’ve arrived, sleepyhead,” Ciro called as Ren freed his right hand from the blanket, rubbing his eyes sleepily.Ciro's guards brought a car, taking them to the hotel they were meant to spend a night in.The place looked so classy and warm. Ciro was already speaking to the concierge at the reception desk; his tone was low and smooth as if asking for something in secret.Ren wasn’t listening; he was busy scanning the place, admiring the paintings hung on the wall and the choice of furniture they used for the interior.Ciro returned moments later with two golden key cards in hand.Ren raised a brow up smiling. “Two rooms?”Ciro smirked, passing him the key card.