Fake Boyfriend Pictures Novels & Stories

That careless, Lump-headed, stupid ass jerk! "Of course. Why not?" I fake smiled. Oh I don't know, because I don't like him. Because I don't care about his stupid soccer games. Because I don't want to fake date him until freaking Friday! I shouldn't even have agreed to this. I just should've picked a random guy at school and asked ' hey, want to be my boyfriend for a couple of days?' Jeremy was actually my first boyfriend. Wait, he was actually my only boyfriend I've ever had.

Jason had finally gotten what he wanted and was as deliriously happy as a mad dog. He posted endless sweet couple photos on social media. Giselle made him look far better than he did in real life. It was a complete contrast to the old days with me, when he would boss me around to take his photos, always stuck in the same stiff, victorious poses. Lately, his photos were filled with silly, relaxed smiles, seemingly influenced by Giselle's cheerful spirit. In each one, he grinned broadly, as if to say, "I've never been happier."

Then… "Everyone thinks that you and Ethan are dating." I froze. "...What?" "There's like a bunch of pictures of you two at the rink, and of him picking you up, and apparently that makes us the secret college romance reunion arc." I sat very still. "...We're being written by morons," I said slowly. "Basically." My stomach plummeted. "Send me screenshots." "Already sent." I hung up and opened my phone. And instantly regretted that I knew how to read. There were edits, clips, and fan accounts with headlines.

I decided to check his conversations, realizing that the picture of his dick (where I appeared) had been sent to 3 different girls with whom he was having sexting, that he was unfaithful to his girlfriend with more than 3 girls (because yes, he had videos fucking with at least 5 different girls recently on his gallery). What surprised me the most, and I'm sure you too will be surprised, as I found a conversation with a guy he saved as a 'Gym Client'. In his profile picture, the guy had a very suggestive picture, with a very short swimsuit in which he showed his toned legs and his great ass. He was one of those toned gay guys (contrary to my slim build) and the content of the conversations re

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

“Your lover showed these chat records to the Second Master before your arrival. You should have a look too.” Charlotte mechanically accepted the phone. The name on the fake Facebook account on that phone was “Cece”. She had been chatting with someone named LV1314 every day for nearly three months. Their conversations were intimate and flirty. There was even a stream of pictures that Charlotte had sent to LV1314. There were plenty of pictures of her dressed in translucent outfits with her fair arms revealed… She had never taken these pictures herself. However, they were definitely pictures of her that had been taken in secret.

He asked, with terror in his innocent eyes. “What?” My voice came crashing. “What did you say?” “I’ve never slept with a girl. That cannot be me!” “So where did the pictures come from?” “I don’t know. They were probably photo shopped, and everyone is hating on me! Have you seen the comments? Not even a single person tried to think it could be false news.” “Don’t read the comments.” “Well I couldn’t help it, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to help it.” He said, with his eyes glimmering.

Fuck. “At the strip club—” “How bad is it?” I cut him off. He showed me the images on his phone’s screen. The pictures were taken when that stripper came passing and I dragged her to my lap and talked into her ear. What was depicted in these photos was far from what really happened. It totally looked like I was making out with her here. “And rumours are going around that you have another woman pregnant and a fiancé that you are supposed to get married to. Who—” He coughed, finding it difficult to say it.

“Let's have a fake date. I want you to be my fake boyfriend.” The words hung in the air between us. Damon didn’t laugh. He didn’t look shocked. He just watched me. “Fake boyfriend,” he repeated slowly, tasting the words. “Explain.” “Public appearances only,” I said quickly, keeping my voice low so no one else in the library could overhear. “We walk the halls together. Sit together at lunch sometimes. Let people see us talking, maybe holding hands if it looks natural. Post a couple of casual photos. Enough to make Ryan jealous ”

“Oh, my god. I am screwed. I did not realize I was this attracted to him.” Really? He is that hot?” Freya said. “Show me a picture!” Charlie stilled. She made a face and revealed, “I don’t have a picture of him.” “Whaaat?” Freya reacted. “How can you not have a picture of your fake boyfriend? And you said he was handsome. Why did you never steal a picture?”