Fake Boyfriend Call Novels & Stories

I won't pity him. I continued listening to the professor’s teaching. Progress reports and presentation requirements. About thirty minutes later, the class was dismissed and he packed up and left. That was the only class for today and it was just 10 am. Enough time to rest for the day. I left the building and walked towards my car when my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered the call without a caller ID. “Hey.” “Who am I speaking with?” “Your partner and fake boyfriend. Trevor.” I chuckled. “Give me a break. Why are you calling me and all these while you had my number but claimed you couldn't reach me over the years.” I opened my car door.

But could I follow through with his lie? Could I cozy up to him and act like I was suddenly in love with the school's golden boy? Could I really be Aaron Walker's fake girlfriend? Or would it all end in disaster?

Sia snapped. I smiled at her. “I’m not really trusting him. I just agreed so he’d leave us alone.” Sia grimaced annoyed. I understand her feelings, but won’t it be right to dust it all out. No more enmities and probably everyone stays peaceful. My phone started ringing. I dug it out of my bag. The caller ID said: Boyfriend. Sia giggled. “Love is in the air.” I chuckled and picked up the call.

“Are you serious? Describe him please. Was he tall, dark and handsome?” “He was tall and handsome but he wasn’t dark.” “Well you know the light-skinned brothas are coming back.” “Well this one was definitely light-skinned - All milk, no coffee.” “Shut the fuck up! Are you serious?” She yelled over the phone. “Girl, serious as a heart attack.” I answered. “So what are you gonna do?” “That’s the thing, the motherfucker that has been calling and being a perv over the phone is the same motherfucker that was watching me outside the building.”

“Oh, for the love of—” I fumble for my phone. “One minute,” I mutter breathlessly, forcing a laugh as I check the caller ID. My eyes widen at the name flashing across the screen, "Asher." Dominic chuckled, "The boyfriend." "He's my ex. We are not together anymore." "Then end the call, turn off your phone.." I turn to look at Dominic, "Maybe he has something to say." "Really Catherine..." "I don't know but I just want to hear him out not because.."

“Ugh. You’re hot and you know it.” He leans closer, that sexy voice a rumble in my ear. “So are you. You just don’t know it.” Brain malfunction. Immediate shutdown. Please reboot and look away! I stare at the altar, trying very hard not to melt into my seat like a discount candle. Dante leans back with the smug satisfaction of a man who’s just discovered how fun it is to emotionally ruin me with words. “You’re evil,” I mutter. “I’m committed to being the best fake boyfriend that you’ve ever had,” he replies, still watching me like I’m far more interesting than the flower arrangements that look like they were taken from P*******t.

I reached into my bag and pulled my phone out, glanced at it, and my eyes widened as I stared at the person calling me. Is he calling to mock me for being a fool to come to the restaurant, let my guard down, and fall into his evil hands, because I don't need anyone to tell me that I was laid, and it appears to have been done by more than one person "Who is that?" Joan stood up and walked towards me, looking at the phone. It was an unsaved number, but I knew it was Kaleb calling because I recognized the last few digits of the new number he called me with.

"A surprise, huh? Well, I can't wait to meet him. I'm sure he's a lucky guy to have you as his mate." I smile, grateful for Jack's support. "Thanks, Jack. I hope so too." I can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for lying to Jack about my fake mate. But for now, I'll keep up the façade until I figure out a way to get out of this situation. Jack's phone starts ringing. "I got to take this. Are you okay going back home by yourself?" He looks at me with a worried expression. I smile. "I'm fine. I don't think Mindy will come back to harass me."

She had been in too much of a rush this morning to pack her lunch like she normally does. When the screen lights up, she almost ignores the long list of notifications that have accumulated since this morning, but then something catches her eye—a few texts from an unknown number that isn’t in her contact list. He swipes up on the notification. +011-0901-0613 12:23PM hey, it’s your boyfriend. I changed numbers. Again +011-0901-0613 12:24PM your fake boyfriend Addison stares down at the messages in surprise.

he haven'tget to finish his words when I heard a girl call his name. "Zacky, why are you here? Let's go back to the party. " I gulped as I heard the voice. Why is he with a girl? "Hey! Are you one of his fans? I'm sorry but he's drunk now. You can just leave a message for him." I stopped as I heard her. Am I hearing it right? He's drunk? "Let's go, babe. " I quickly turn my head towards my phone. I was about to speak up when it suddenly end. I triedcalling him again but he won't answer.