Novel & Cerita Fake Boyfriend App

the first guard asked, his voice tight with desperation. “Well, I don’t really have the best advice for your case,” the second guard admitted. I almost scoffed and moved on, already deciding this was a waste of my time, until he added, “But there’s this app.” That made me pause again. “What app is that?” “It’s an app where you can get relationship advice anonymously. The best part is, you can choose the gender you want to give you advice. I heard getting advice directly from women is best.” “What’s it called?” the first guard asked.

“Let’s see the next confession.” He turned the page. _____ Episode 16 – Fake Profile Theo scrolled through his phone with a sigh, the blue light casting a lonely glow in his dimly lit apartment. Another Friday night in, another dating app promising connection and delivering only disappointment. His thumb hovered over the ‘delete account’ button when a new match notification chimed. Zara. 28. Art Curator. Loves vintage vinyl, rainy days, and conversations that last until sunrise.

I may have failed to get Ralph’s number the night before, but that’s no longer an issue. Downloading the app, I skillfully make a fake profile under the name Anya before uploading a few retouched and sexy photos of myself. I also make sure to change my age, making it look like I’m some typical fun loving and flirty college girl. Once my page is set, I’m free to browse the other profiles. It doesn’t take me long to find Ralph’s, causing me to laugh at how careless he is. I open his page so I can read over his details, shaking my head as I notice his status is set to “single.”

“What do you mean?” “There’s this app…” “I am not going on a dating site. I am not that desperate.” Aside from that, my brothers were certain to make fun of me even if their relationship was not conventional. “It’s not dating per se.” I arched an eyebrow and he sighed. “Well, it is like a dating site but it’s basically finding a fuck buddy.” “What the fuck?” He took a deep breath. “Something like an app for sugar babies.” “I’m not going to fuck a minor, Juan.”

I growled at her. "Please, please, help me. I don't want to go on a blind date anymore. Some of them are jerks and perverts." "Not my problem." I casually said. "And why not find other guys to act as your fake boyfriend." "If I did that, my friend would be suspicious. I already told them you're my boyfriend. They will think that I'm only faking the boyfriend thing." "Please help me." She pleaded. "Just for two weeks, and after that, let's tell them we broke up." I crossed my arm on my chest, looking down at her, who was still kneeling before me.

Like he did not know what to do, nor what to say. ‘Laugh it off.’ Shira suggested. I laughed. A fake, put on laughter, all for the benefit of Zaine. “Too much drink, again, I think.” I rested my head upon his shoulder and he smiled. “Yeah?” His expression was unreadable. “Imagine tolerating you for longer than I needed to.” He quickly added, all but repeating my earlier words, and I smiled, glad that he wasn’t making this awkward. He seemed to have taken the get out I had offered. He did not want to use my offer of a fake relationship to trick his parents so he was not forced into an arranged marriage. I understood that. We were good as friends. I cannot imagine us as anything else, fake or

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

Their eye color was the least of my problems. “I swear I’ll step on you, girl!” “Come try, handsome!” I winked. Yes, I was testing his patience. And yes — completely on purpose. But he was asking for it. Every time the truth slammed into my head again, I exhaled sharply. Darian wasn’t my husband. Well — he wasn’t the Darian I thought he was. I might have been screaming “Darian” under him while really sleeping with some guy named Kevin. That truth alone could suffocate a person. I hadn’t just been conned financially — my body had been touched by a fraud. Even my stupid heart had been given to a Darian who didn’t exist.

With my head banging I pulled out my phone, thinking maybe it was my dad, or Renata was worried I hadn't come home last night. But no, it was an unknown number. I opened it and a video was attached to the message. What I saw made my hair stand. It was me kissing half naked women and grinding on them hard. I was kissing that woman who had dared me earlier and she had recorded me. This video could ruin me. This video, if shown to my dad or the public, could ruin the fake relationship I had built with Renata. Thus risking me getting the company And that wasn't all the message the stranger sent.

“You hired someone to stand beside you, to look convincing, and to make your ex sweat. I did that. So why does my identity suddenly matter?” My laugh came out sharp - almost hysterical. “Because I did not hire you,” I said. “I hired a fake fiancé, and now I’m standing here with a real billionaire who apparently knew my name, my scandal, and my family before I even opened my door.” His expression did not change. “And?” he asked. “And?” I echoed. “And it feels like everything else about you is fake too.” His gaze hardened just a little. “It doesn’t matter what’s real or fake about me,” he said, his voice smooth but with steel underneath. “What matters is that I did exactly what you paid for.”