Fake Calling Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I lifted my head from my phone and saw the guy from Cara's phone, standing in front of me with a huge grin. "Chloe Adams! It would be an honor to be your fake boyfriend for however long you want. I'm Dylan." He extended his hand for a shake but I rolled my eyes and brushed past him, indicating with my fingers to follow me. "Listen carefully, we need to act like a boyfriend and girlfriend in front of Tyler Cummings. No questions asked and nothing more than touching and holding hands, got it?" I asked, turning around to see him following me like a lost puppy.

Once I made sure no one else was around, I said, "You've probably noticed that every guy in the school has started asking me out now, right?" "Yeah, I did. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" "Yes, I'm getting tired of getting 3 people asking me out every day. So I wanted to know if you would help me?" "Sure. But how can I help?" "I wanted to know if you'll be my fake boyfriend?" "You want to go out with me now?" "No, I said fake boyfriend. We would tell everyone we're dating so the other guys will leave me alone." "So you just want to use me?"

“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 ”

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?”

“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.”

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.

"He shouldn't have to wait, and you can't keep him waiting." I do as she says and put on my heels. My phone rings, and Daniel's name appears on the screen; after so much persuading in my mind, I decided to save his contact with his name, and maybe most people wouldn't notice, but my friend does. "It's him," she exclaims, but her eyebrows furrow. "You couldn't have come up with something more endearing; naming your boyfriend with his name is cold, sharp, it seems like there are no feelings involved."

I haven't finish my greetings when she suddenlt yelled like she saw a flging cockroach. "Why didn't you tell me that you already have a boyfriend. A hot boyfriend! You're so unfair!" "Boyfriend? What are you talking about?I dont have a boyfriend. My only boyfriend is the fictional character Zeke Alejandro." "That's the thing, his name is Zeke Alejandro and he's looking for you here at the sea shore." I almost dropped myself onto my seat upon hearing my crazy besrfriend. Zeke is here. "What?...okay... Amira, he said he missed you and you owe him an explanation." I quickly run towards the seashore, nonstop.

Louis would expect to meet my boyfriend tonight. I had no one. No plan. Then, it hit me. I still had this—the phone. My fingers curled around it. If I couldn’t find a fake boyfriend… I could create another kind of proof. A bold, reckless idea formed in my mind. I dialed Louis’s number. The phone had a voice distortion feature. It rang once. Twice. Then— "Who is this?" Louis’s sharp voice cut through. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then—

“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