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I was fully dressed. On the nightstand, beneath a thermos, was a small note. I picked it up. The handwriting was confident and bold, sweeping across the page. "I've got surgery today. Drink the medicine in the thermos. There's porridge in the kitchen. Heat it up yourself." I stared at the note for a while, expressionless. I couldn't figure out what Tyler was really trying to do. If someone said he liked me, I wouldn't believe it for a second.

I slipped the sleek VR headset on in my private lab, heart beating faster. As the lead designer, I had poured months into this hyper-realistic erotic simulator. Today marked the first full test with Kai, our top programmer. He joined from his station across the building, his avatar loading beside mine in a luxurious virtual beach villa. "System ready, Ava?" his voice came through crystal clear, sounding exactly like him—deep and smooth. His digital form looked incredibly lifelike, tall with defined muscles and handsome features that matched his real striking appearance.

The system was still offline, and I had no way to check his affection level. What if his affection was still at zero? I had to speed this up. The dating-sim had a two-month time limit, and my two months were almost over. If I failed the route, I would lose the entire ten-million prize. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that he was too pretty for his own good. Either way, courage surged through me. I staggered to my feet. When I nearly slipped, I twisted my body and fell straight into his arms, pushing him down onto the sofa.

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

“Tee—” “Y’all are still into each other, obviously, there’s no way in hell, I’m getting into that. Ciara loves you.” “That’s kinda my whole point.” She stares at me for a beat. And then it hit her. She gasps, “Oh my God.” I try again. “Tee—” “You want me to fake date you?” She says it like it’s the worst thing after the fucking civil war. “Just for a week.” “A whole week?”

Substance. Lying on his bed, dressed in a T-shirt and sweatpants, Simon browsed through various female streamers on his laptop. His gold-rimmed glasses glinted under the reading lamp. One after another, he swiped left, unimpressed. The filters were cranked too high. Most of the women wouldn’t look half as good in real life. At thirty-two, Simon had the air of someone who’d seen too much and learned to be immune to superficial charm.

The lighting made it look incredibly intimate. ​"The media is loving us," Ethan explained as I stared at the screen. "Our chemistry, the look, all of it. They think we're the next big sports IT-couple. Look at the comments." ​ I scrolled down reluctantly. He wasn't lying. The internet was losing its mind over the mysterious girl next to the NHL’s golden boy. ​"Okay, but I don't really follow," I said, handing the phone back to him as a strange knot formed in my stomach. I hated the idea of my face being plastered across social media. "We aren't a thing."

William said. “Really?” I surprised as I highly raised my voice. “I’m so glad…” I exhaled in relief. “Yeah, we have a whole… a host of different scenarios that we can, uh… recommend” William explained. “Surprise me…” I responded under my breath. “Mmm… okay” William said. “Your website lists a standard rate for a six-hour simulation. Is that negotiable?” I asked. “Oh well-” William answered before I cut him off.

"Why, the internet dear." "I don't want to cheat." "And I wouldn't want you too. I am talking about penis enlargers..." Later that night after Simon went to sleep Gina slipped into the study and turned on the computer. She was amazed by all the products for penis enlargement. Some were so obviously outrageous it was ridiculous. There were all kinds of contraptions that a man could slip over his penis. She knew Simon would never do such a thing. In fact, there was no way he would do any of the things she saw. Who was she kidding? She couldn't even raise the subject without hurting his feelings.