Fake Call From Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“I’m not her.” “Harvey’s my boyfriend. We’re in his villa, and he’s taking a shower. What’s wrong? Are you checking on us?” “Who are you? What right do you have?” “If there isn’t anything, don’t disturb us. I want to go into the shower, too!” Click! Kait hung up the phone immediately. However, she was left speechless by the call. What the hell was going on? She had no special relationship with Harvey. The so-called boyfriend and girlfriend was just a bet, a ruse. So why should she be angry?

Was that a joke? Before I could snap at him to pull away, his tongue brushed against my skin— tasting me, teasing me, making my pulse race. The feel of his teeth sending shivers down my spine. A small inaudible noise slipped from my lips, my head tilting back. Jesus Christ, help me! My boyfriend was literally right behind this phone screen wondering why his girlfriend wasn't answering him. " Zee, are you there? Can you hear me?" Came Chris's voice through the haze, but my mind couldn't register anything else.

I took a sip of water and slowly said, “It’s not cheap. If we bought a fake bag from the shop, we should file a police report to expose that shop.” Nova stuttered, “I-It’s just a bag. We don’t have to involve the police.” I sneered. “It’s not easy to earn money these days. We can’t let scammers off the hook so easily.” I took out my phone and pretended to call the police. Nova suddenly lurched forward and slapped my phone away.

He quickly dialed her number several more times, but each time it was sent to voicemail. "Forget about it, let's call the police," Ariel said with concern. "I will try one more time!" Derek said in a panic. He dialed the number again. This time someone answered the phone. "Kyla, where are you?" he asked. He heard a man and woman groaning, the sound of a physical collision. “Your boyfriend doesn’t give up easily. He won’t stop calling,” a man on the phone said. "So, then we will let him listen. How are we going to serve his girlfriend? Brother, take out your dick and let her boyfriend listen to how this bitch groans..."

This guy is a bit weird ah, I don't know what to do anymore. "Ahm ... Don't say that." I said softly and immediately avoided looking at him. I was shocked when he touched my face and gently stroked my cheek. I didn't look at him, he put his face close to my ear and whispered his baritone voice to me. "Then, I'll show you how to get you from him." He threatened me so I swallowed hard because of nervousness. Oh God !. Who can I be my boyfriend ?. Just for him to stop me ?. I need a fake boyfriend! The one who pretends to love me !.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I yanked it out so fast I nearly dropped it. Please be Brandon. Please. Unknown number. My stomach twisted. I almost declined the call, but something in me said answer it. “Hello?” I said cautiously. There was a long pause. Then a voice. Low. Male. Cold. “We saw what your boyfriend did.” I froze. “Who is this?” The voice chuckled. Like I was dumb for asking. “Tell him to enjoy his freedom while it lasts.” My throat tightened. “What do you mean?” “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“This online friend you keep mentioning… sounds like he really sees the real you. I wish real life felt that easy.” I froze, heart racing. “How do you know about my chats?” He smiled faintly, eyes lingering on my mouth. “Lucky guess. Get some rest. Tomorrow we start this thing for real.” My phone buzzed with one last message. MidnightMVP: Whatever hits tomorrow, I’ve got you. But tell me… what if this fake dating with the captain turns into something that feels way too real and you can’t walk away? What if it does?

Just as the question left my mouth, my phone vibrated with an incoming call, I slipped it out from my pocket and glanced at the screen, it was an unknown number. I quickly answered the call, “Who's this?!” “Woah..woah…big brother calm down. We're not fighting, are we?” “Damon, you asshole! don't you dare fuck with me right now, I have more important things to do!” “Hold on!... you always have important things to do. I guess it's more important this time or is it not?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, is it something Important like finding your fake girlfriend?”

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.

I didn't notice his hands around my waist and that sent shivers down my spine. " I need to go." I stutter, not looking away from his eyes. " Take the phone and call me." " It's fruitless , they are gonna destroy it." He chuckles. "They won't. Tell them it's Gray Carter and call me. If you don't call me, I'm gonna ring your doorbell and tell your parents I'm your boyfriend." He leans closer, his hot breath fans my neck as he bites my earlobe. I jump in shock, but he holds me close to himself.