Novel & Cerita Fake Boyfriend Call

At first, it was only meant as a small prank. I had tilted my head and asked who he was in the most foolish tone imaginable. I never expected him to say he was my boyfriend. The moment those words left his mouth, my heart began to race, followed by an overwhelming rush of joy. I immediately abandoned the idea of pranking him. Instead, I pretended to believe him and obediently went home with him. I didn't know why Jason had claimed to be my boyfriend that day, nor why he spent that summer acting like the perfect partner, staying by my side through everything I loved.

I was pretending that what I heard before was wrong and I put it back in my ear. "Hello, who is this?" my hands and voice trembled with extreme nervousness. He took a while to answer and I heard him grin. "Wait, why are you asking me that question back? And hey, how did you find out my boyfriend's phone number?" "Boyfriend ?!" I uttered emphatically with my mouth. "Yes, why? It's his girlfriend. So can you date my boyfriend and if I'm with you, just find another man to flirt with." After saying this, he suddenly dropped the call on me. I just frowned and raised an eyebrow.

“Now that’s all I want from you. I want to tell people about my amazing boyfriend. To be able to go out together and kiss you and hold your hand and all that mushy stuff.” “You’re a closet sap, you know that, right?” I teased. “It would seem so.” He snorted and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Are you ready for that?” “Yes. I want it.” Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. Bzzzzz. His phone vibrated on the bedside table, the caller ID flashing up. “Dickhead?” I asked. “My dad.” He sent the call to voice mail. “Shouldn’t you get that?”

She continued asking excitedly. "I just met him yesterday too, just discovered he's my cousin's friend" I lied smoothly. "Whoa!" Fisayo replied with excitement all over her face. I rolled my eyes as I washed my plates and arranged them packed in my plate rack. I grabbed the small hand bag and picked my phone. I winced slightly when I saw 78 missed calls. 48 was from Paul, 12 were from a particular number, 7 was from Showboy and there were random strange numbers.

I have no reason to object so I faked a smile and placed the phone on the table and pressed the speaker. "Hello" "You finally picked the call" "Who is this?" "I am someone you need to pay off in order to save your dear girlfriend" ******

“Stop calling me!” I arched my brows, tapping my foot on the floor impatiently. “What the fuck? Who's the scammer?” I asked. “Oh my goodness! Kane? Is that really you?” Carl asked, his voice filled with suspicion. “We've been friends for so many years. Can't you recognize my voice?” I asked, feeling annoyed. Carl wasn't convinced. “Call me with your real number, then we'll talk. Anyone can pretend to be Kane Hau!” I hissed. “Look here, man. My mother is in the ICU, my phone is switched off, and I'm fucking stranded at the airport. Come pick me up!”

"Do you think that's how you should repay me for bringing you home? I and Briton, have to pull your ass over so we can get you home after you wasted all by yourself." I put a pillow over my head since I didn't want to hear anything from Kyle. "I'm not sure why you're here. So, what do you want?" I mumbled. "Just to let you know, since last night, your fictitious girlfriend has called you a thousand times and sent you a dozen text messages. And, by the way, she's inquiring about your whereabouts. You might want to get in touch with her again." "No." "No?! Wow, I'm new to this. The Elliot Allister isn't interested in speaking with the woman of his dreams. I see trouble in paradise brewing."

"Who the hell is it? Don't you know the rules for calling me?" "Woah. Take it easy Missy, I'm sorry I didn't know you've got rules for taking calls, perhaps I'll have to read them before calling you next time" the male's voice answered calmly. "And who are you?" she asked rudely causing the caller to sigh heavily. "It's your new boyfriend at the grocery store" he said in humour and laughed. "Why are you calling so late? Don't you sleep at night?" she asked smoothening her hair with her hands.

she offers sternly. "Bitch sounds hot. Maybe, you can get her to fuck you instead," he says crudely, humping the couch. I try pleading with her one more time. She still won't put the call through. Finally defeated, I gave her my information using a fake name, Tony, which I usually use to hook up with girls. Throwing the phone aside, I grab my beer, finishing it. Daniel hands me another, again giving me a difficult time. I can only wait now that I've done what I can.

I offer. "No thanks," Daniel snarls. "Please?" I soften my tone. Seeing him again brought back old memories, and I remembered how I felt about him back then. How I still feel about him now... Daniel hesitates. "I should get back to my boyfriend." Ah, boyfriend again. Jealousy flickers inside me. Fuck that guy. Now I HAVE to get him alone. "Tell him you met your old friend, and you must catch up. Tell him you will call him tomorrow," I said.