Novel & Cerita Fake Boyfriend Call

Instead, he tossed her phone in front of her. Phoebe looked down. The screen displayed her call log. Her fingers trembled as she tapped on the most recent call—"Baby," 12:07 PM, duration: 2 minutes, 14 seconds. Her blood ran cold. The kids' call… he answered it? "My boyfriend called. What's the issue?" she heard herself say, her voice thin and distant, like it didn't belong to her. "Boyfriend?" he sneered, every syllable squeezed through clenched teeth.

How can I deny her that after she had sweet talk me? "Erm, right.... sure." I collected the phone from her and type in my number. I pass the phone back to her once I'm done. "Thank you. I will make sure to call you and we-" She was cut off from her words when we both heard the sound of the elevator opening. We both walk out and, just as I was about to bid her goodbye, my arrogant fake boyfriend showed up from nowhere and I mistakenly bumped into him. I didn't know he will come out from nowhere Ike that.

Now that she refused to pick up the call, he had decided to use an unknown number. "How many times have I told that I'm now a celebrity and you should stop contacting me." Rael immediately yelled over the phone. The person who had made the call was shocked.. He checked to see if he had dialed the correct number before he cleared his throat. "Miss Rael right?" The person over the phone said. "Yes." Hearing the unfamiliar voice, Rael was baffled. Maybe this one was really a scammer. "Your father was caught fighting and he almost stubbed his opponent to death, he is now being held at our station, please hurry up and bail him out." The person said.

Cam’s words ring in my head over and over: “Pro tip: he's great at pretending. Absolutely top-tier boyfriend material. He'll even text you good morning like he means it.” I barely have time to worry about it when in my peripheral vision, someone familiar catches my eye. So familiar I barely have to look to know. It’s the groom. I plaster a fake smile on my face.

I had almost, almost, completely lost myself in this moment but the sudden buzz of my phone cut through the air, and put a stop to whatever connection my delusion mind thought I had felt between me and Gabe. "I have a call." I whispered, releasing a shaky breath. I moved my gaze to the table, to check who was it that was calling me. I didn't mean to, but I found myself smiling when I saw the caller ID. "I Love Him" was boldly displayed on my phone screen and it made me smile. "My boyfriend is calling. He must want me back home." I let out, moving my head up to stare at Gabe. I didn't know why I had to say this but I felt it was the right thing to do.

I stared at the unfamiliar wallpaper on my phone, it was a picture of different types of food arranged in order. "What the hell!" I said as I inspected the phone. It wasn't mine. Oh no! Shea must have taken my phone instead of hers. "Fuck!" The phone started to ring, the caller ID was Dylan. That's the name of her boyfriend. I picked the call but said nothing, the caller didn't say anything either. Welcome to the breathing competition. I rested my back on the sofa as I held the phone to my ear. Finally, the caller spoke. "Umm, hello?" Shea's voice filtered through the phone. Hearing her voice over the phone does something to my insides.

He was holding a phone in his hand. I sauntered toward him, " Hi, Can I use your phone? I need to call my fiance. " I told him. Sam wasn't my fiance. But if I would tell him, he was my boyfriend. He'd flirt with me. I could read, it was written on his face. Fiance! Declaration gave you more security. " I can give you my phone to make a call. But I have no balance to make a call. " He said, he was studying my face.

I'm breastfeeding Nico when my phone beeped. It was a message from an unknown number. ... from: +639********* Hi! Are you free today? Can we talk? I just want to talk to you, if you're available. :) ... from: +639********* It's Caleb, by the way. :) ... Oh, so he changed his number? I see. ... from: +639********* I just borrowed a phone from a friend, in case you wonder. Haha.

“He's not a Mafia and again, he's not my boyfriend. Can you stop calling him that? Besides, I wonder why you like spying on others through your window.” “It's fun. You should try it one of these days and I swear, you're gonna love it, trust me. Maybe your boyfriend won't like it though.” “He's not my boyfriend.” “Fine, fine. Maybe you can stop being shy. Well, since he isn't your boyfriend as you said, this would be a really good chance for me. Can I have his digits?” “What?” “I mean, you two aren't dating, right? He's not your boyfriend and you're not his girlfriend. I want to have his phone digits or don't tell me you two are doing something only people dating do. Like friends with benefit

And there it was again, laughter. “I’ll text it to you. But prepare yourself, he’s going to be so annoyed.” A pause. Then, “I’m absolutely going to watch this.” The call ended. A few seconds later, his contact came through. A few seconds later, his number appeared on my screen. I stared at it. This was insane. I had three days to convince a complete stranger to pretend to be my boyfriend. I took a deep breath and pressed call. The phone rang once. Twice. I squeezed my eyes shut. Because somewhere between the festival kiss, the lie, and my mother's visit, everything had come down to this one phone call.