Fake Boyfriend Call Novels & Stories

"Maybe you should get to know the Hart family a little closer? I'm sure that your boyfriend will want to officially introduce you soon. This might be a good opportunity." "Aiden is not my boyfriend. We are not even—" The buzz of my "other" phone cut me off. Bastian snatched it from the coffee table, looked at the caller ID, and grinned. "Your not-boyfriend is calling." Groaning in frustration, I jerked the phone off his hand and rushed to my bedroom. "H-hello," I said a little breathlessly. "I forgot to ask you… Do you have any plans for the weekend?" His voice was deep and sultry. Was he designed to sound that alluring even if he talked about trivial things? God! This was seriously irritati

“And who is this person? We both know you never commit. You flirt around with different girls and I still don’t mind… you know why? I love you. I am ready to accept a womanizer like you.” “Good night, Darika.” I exited her place and headed to my apartment, feeling happy I never let anything happen with her tonight. “My cute bunny!! Where are you?” I called romantically but got nothing but silence. Where is Narat? Don’t tell me he is not back yet. I brought out my phone to call him when I heard a man’s voice on the line. “Hello!” “Who are you and why are you with Narat’s phone?” “Oh, I’m Narat’s boyfriend.”

I took out my phone and dial her number. Please at least I need to hear her voice.. please let me hear her voice "Why are you calling my girlfriend?" My eyes widen because I knew it's Collin "She's not your girlfriend fucker" "I told you never contact her again.. you won't listen , will you?" He said in a really cold tone "I'm a Locason.. Do you think I will listen to you?" I scoffed , stupid guy "Of course you won't, Locason, from now on I don't want my girlfriend to contact with a guy so goodbye Locason" He ended the call and I cursed under my breath. I quickly dial her number again but the voicemail made it clear that he blocked me

Was he being threatened? I decided to overlook it. Acting all smart would only put me in trouble. “Fine. The Belle Vida strip club tonight. 8 o’clock sound good?” “Yes, good. Thank you.” He said and ended the call immediately. I peered at the phone with furrowed brows. Who the heck was that? I wasn't done with my thoughts before the phone rang again. It was a fake Mark. “Um…” he started shyly. “I didn't get the name.”

The name on the caller id shocked him and his extended hand moved back as he glared accusingly at Faith. Faith frowned at the sudden change and looked down at the caller id. Her eyes almost fell out of her head, she picked up her phone and answered the call from 'future boyfriend.'

“Which ones? There’s a whole buffet.” “The engagement one.” Ah. That. The tabloids had been circling him for weeks, claiming his fiancée — some European socialite with a name I couldn’t pronounce — had fled to Monaco with his best friend. I’d almost written about it but decided to keep my dignity. “So, it’s true,” I said. He didn’t answer. Just reached into a folder and slid a glossy contract toward me. “I need a fiancée. Temporarily. Someone convincing. You’re… interesting.”

“And that woman... you said she looked like you and claimed to be my wife?” Darcy, wrapping her arm around his, pretended to be sweet and angry at the same time. “Yeah. She even made me call you. But the number she gave me wasn’t even yours. I’m your girlfriend; how could I not recognize your number? What’s even worse is that the number probably belongs to one of her sugar daddies, and I couldn’t even get through. Isn’t that hilarious?” Felix’s world crumbled. He couldn’t even bring himself to laugh.

I reached out for my phone to check if there was any message from him, but to no avail, nor a flash from him. For a second, I felt heartbroken. Even if we're fuck mates, we should still care for each other. But, obviously, he does the opposite of what he says. I pray things haven't gotten so complicated. My breath hitched, as the notification sound of my phone buzzed up. A message from Jackie. Jackie: hey fake boyfriend, don't forget our appointment, pick you up at 11pm sharp. I scoffed. fake boyfriend? Is that really necessary?

He said simply, I would have pushed further but I had so much going on. “I need your help,” I said, stepping closer to the counter. “What is it?” I pulled my phone out of my bag, my hands shaking as I opened the call log and showed him. “Someone has been calling me. They sent me a text too, I don't know who it is but they know my real identity.” He furrowed his brow, “this country code isn't for America.” “Yes, I browsed it online and it showed Kazakhstan.” “No, not Kazakhstan. Armenia. But that's not important, it's obviously fake, the person is definitely here in America.”

“Yes, I know it’s none of my business, but since I’m the fake boyfriend, I should at least know the real one.” That sounded a little funny, but it was funnier seeing this side of him, so I decided to go with the flow. “Really?” I said, chuckling softly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Then who was that guy? Did he kiss you by force?” he asked, a bit too vigorously. “No, no, it’s Kevon,” I said, rolling my eyes, thinking about Kevon and his weird feelings. “So you are dating your friend?” he asked.