All Chapters of FAKE—DATING MY CHILDHOOD RIVAL.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.“Marry Cohen Alessandro Rossi, or face the consequences.”Cohen Alessandro Rossi.I fucking hated that name, the man— everything that had to do with him.But, Father wouldn’t listen to me. And that was always his problem, all he had ever done was make choices that were in his favor.And not mine.He didn’t care about me or my feelings.So, I found myself standing in front of that door, flowers and a gift bag in both hands. It was the door to Alessandro’s apartment— the one I’d shared with him whenever we were in LA.The doorbell rang repeatedly, but there wasn’t any response.I sighed tiredly, the stilettos killing my feet. I’d gotten out of work and without resting, had picked up the flowers and gifts like Father had bidden.He’d ordered me to apologize to Alessandro, and also ask him to marry me.Bizarre, right?But that was my life. Stupid. Awkward. Weird.I couldn’t even begin to start narrating the whole ordeal.After what felt like minutes, I decided to

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.“What?!”Mother was the first to scream, nearly passing out while Clarissa tried to hold her up.Cold eyes flashed at me, voices murmured and whispered all around. Everything seemed to be happening at once, but I kept my gaze fixed on one person—Maximilian.He needed to accept and go along with this. I was desperate, helpless, and exhausted from being chained to decisions I didn’t want.And I was willing to do anything to escape Alessandro—even if it meant a fake engagement.Alessandro tried to speak. “Summer—" “—She’s right,” I was relieved to see Max step in, his muscular figure approaching me as I faced the crowd, my fingers fidgeting. “Tonight is our engagement.”I smiled in relief, my heart pounding as I struggled to stay composed. Max reached where I stood, and I saw his steel-green eyes piercing into mine, burning with questions.He leaned in closer, and I stepped back to retreat, unsure of what he wanted.We were so close I feared he could hear my hea

SUMMER’S POINT OF VIEW.“What?”He wasn’t serious, was he?Yes, I wanted to make things believable, but that didn’t include ‘making love’ with him.I swallowed hard at the thought of his body over mine, and those strong, muscular arms gripping me firmly while they pinned me to the bed. He would be huge down there, I could tell from the bulge in his pants. My eyes hadn’t meant to stare down there, but…Wait, was he hard? I could see his length rising and… OMG.“Have you lost your mind?” I straightened my body on the bed, on my knees, of course. “Why would I ever want to make love to you? I don’t even like you.”He huffed, halting the fingers on his buttons as he got closer to me, his narrowed eyes piercing through my batting eyeballs.“Then you shouldn’t have announced me as your fiancé.”“I was desperate, okay?” I sounded frantic with my high-pitched voice. “Nobody said anything about having sex. Make things believable, yes— but not like this.”He sneered, and I felt him grab my arm