Date Simulator For Guys Novels & Stories

“Could I do that? Didn’t you see their mid vanish for two minutes? They were waiting to ambush us in the tri bush!” Simon explained to him patiently, “They were using Gank, and you were too rash when you attacked them. Our bot was losing, and we couldn’t counter Gank.” Carlton rolled his eyes at this and looked at Austin Sandler, who was keeping quiet at the side. His words were meant for Austin. They had lost in this simulation because of Austin!

“I don’t think I want to play your ‘game’” “Well, you don’t exactly have a choice; you owe me.” I laugh. “So show some enthusiasm, will you?” “Luke—” “Hear me out first.” She sighs, then allows me to carry on. “It’s Simon says; we’re both Simons, but there’s only one Simon per hour,” I start watching her eyes soften while she listens. “Six hours for school, meaning we each get to be Simon for three hours. Since my phone broke, we will send our requests through notes. We both fulfil each other’s requests within that hour.”

He stood frozen in place, looking exactly like a stray dog abandoned by the entire world. We had already driven far away by the time the System's notification finally stuttered back to life. "Ding… Kendrick's affection level has increased by 10%… His current affection level is 50%…"

* Three dots appeared immediately. Then: *That's not an answer.* *I know,* he typed back. *It's honest though.* A pause. Longer than her usual response time, long enough that he picked up his phone twice to check if she had stopped typing, and then her message arrived and it was not what he expected, was not the level, controlled Ava Bennett response he had learned to anticipate, it was something quieter than that, something that felt like the version of her that appeared in empty gyms and practice rooms when no one important was watching.

Mocking me. Simon. My boyfriend. The mαn I’d been dαting online for the pαst two months. The sweet guy who sent good morning texts αnd αsked αbout Ryαn like he αlreαdy cαred. The one who tαlked αbout flying down to meet me. The one I’d promised myself I wouldn’t disappoint. And yet here I wαs… nαked under Killiαn’s shirt… used‚ ruined‚ αnd hollow αll over αgαin.

Unlike when I’d run from it all and dig my head timidly in the sand, pretending like it didn’t all exist. “So,” I continued, inhaling deeply to steady myself. “I’ve come up with a plan.” “I’m listening,” I cleared my throat; and for strength, sipped some of the juice. It was fucking delicious. “We’ll date, but only for a month.” “Rune,”

But at this exact moment, as he watched Simon zero in on Reena, he decided that he fucking hated the guy. Simon stared down at the blonde woman standing in front of him. Hmmm. Very nice. Pretty, sweet, and definitely not demanding or pushy. She looked like she’d be easy enough to win over, and she wouldn’t bust his balls after she’d given it up in bed and he never called again. She looked weak and easy, and that suited him just fine. He preferred famous women, of course, and those were the ones he dated openly and made sure he was photographed with, but every once in a while, he slummed it with a nice, normal girl. And they seemed to like it, too, having a celebrity pay attention to them, ju

he added. “Stop it, I do not. I’m not skinny,” Emma objected. “Honey, I’m the man here. I’m telling you that any man would like to drag you off to a cave. Men don’t want skinny, they want curves, not angles,” he told her. “Simon, you’re gay. What do you know?” Emma teased. “I have straight friends, I can do the macho, macho man thing,” he said, and pretended to be hurt.

4: Seducing Sophie Simon stood in the shower half an hour later, letting the hot water stream over his body. He felt more content that he ever had in his life. He had fucked both Tilly and Lisa in doggystyle, which he discovered he loved; and his orgasm each time he came was every bit as strong -- like no matter how much he came in one night, it never got less intense. The girls had been thrilled at his stamina, and when he had finished, they had both insisted on giving him their numbers. "Text either of us any time you want," Lisa had said as she tapped hers into his phone. "Together or separately. Any time you want a slut."

But I didn’t. He stopped in a quieter corner, backed me against the wall, one hand braced near my head. Close enough I could see the stubble on his jaw, the way his bottom lip was fuller, the tiny freckle just above his top lip. “Here’s the deal,” he said, voice low. “I need a girlfriend till June. You need… whatever the hell you need after whatever Hartley did to you. We fake it. No feelings, no drama. You get the bunnies off my back, I make your ex choke on his own tongue. Deal?”