Fake Calling Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“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.

She never thought that she would need the same help. Leaning up against the wall sipping a soda, praying for the sugar to kick in, the blonde felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. The caller ID read " Nurse Barbie " ...William had renamed her contacts again. Cassie rolled her eyes and answered she'd have to see what other things Will had altered later. "Hello, Felicia." "Ca- Cassie ..Thank God!, you answered; oh, Cassie! " The ordinarily cheerful woman sounded panicked. "Felicia, what's the matter? Are the cats sick ?" She immediately assumed the little redhead was woken by one of Victoria's cats coughing up a hairball and thought it was dying. This wasn't the first time this had happen

I shifted my gaze to the elevator and took my long sip of my matcha, hoping I'd get to my floor as soon as possible. Luckily, I did. I hauled my luggage out and practically, dragged them and by them, I meant a pink dufflebag sitting on a medium sized box and a larger black box. I packed light this time. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out. Micah was calling. I connected my airpod and answered. “I'm not dead.” “Your line hasn't been reachable for hours. What happened?” He asked, worried about lacing his tone. Typical big brother.

I won't pity him. I continued listening to the professor’s teaching. Progress reports and presentation requirements. About thirty minutes later, the class was dismissed and he packed up and left. That was the only class for today and it was just 10 am. Enough time to rest for the day. I left the building and walked towards my car when my phone rang. “Hello?” I answered the call without a caller ID. “Hey.” “Who am I speaking with?” “Your partner and fake boyfriend. Trevor.” I chuckled. “Give me a break. Why are you calling me and all these while you had my number but claimed you couldn't reach me over the years.” I opened my car door.

My eyes widened as I felt my phone vibrating and ringing. My phone repeatedly play my favorite ringtone—indicating that my current online boyfriend is calling. Don't tell me— It was too late to run, he was already gripping my arm with a calculating smile on his face. “Hi baby, is this the immigration office?”​

"What?! You slept with him?" Samuel grabbed my wrist, his voice trembling. Fifty thousand dollars was the amount he put in the group chat for getting me into bed. Very soon, I would make him pay another hundred thousand dollars. I shook off his hand again. "Don't talk to me about our five years of relationship. What kind of boyfriend pushes his own girlfriend into another man's arms? We're done here." Samuel froze as he was starting to emotionally collapse. His throat seemed to tighten. He wanted to speak, but no words came out.

“You need to be more careful, Rune. This is how women get killed by their ex boyfriends. He calls, plays the perfect little victim, and out of the kindness of your heart, you run to him.” “No, no, no, this…this was not Anslem playing victim. Give me back my phone!” She rolled her eyes and tossed it back at me. My hands trembled so badly the phone fell twice before I was able to call him back. I waited, biting on my thumb, pacing the sidewalk. Waiting for him to pick up. “He’s fine, Rune. He’s just preying on your kindness! The fucker is fine! When will you learn not to fall for his—"

“Do you mean if I'm at work?” “Yes.” “No, I'm not.” “That's great then!” Luke exclaimed into the phone. “The favor I wanted to ask from you is… can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” “What?” “Please? It's important.” “What of your own boyfriend?” “You know Liam is still in the closet,” Luke stated, “I told this guy that my boyfriend is a twenty-seven-year-old guy and now he has invited me to come on a double date with him.” “And you agreed?” “I didn't! My best friend got me into it. Can you please come? I'll pay you if you want.”

The pain of feeling guilty even when you aren’t, is a different kind of pain that no one could ever understand except you yourself and I was going through the same pain which was almost invisible but hurting me deep inside. “I need some champagne to celebrate this,” she demanded to me. I nodded my head as this was so much of happy moment for me and I was going to agree for whatever she would ask me today. And then, my phone beeped. It was him. ‘SO HOW DO YOU LIKE THE SURPRISE? DO YOU LOVE IT?’ So, it was him. It was all him. It was my boyfriend who did all of this. I couldn’t help but the long series of tears rolled down my eyes and I started to cry out as loudly as I can.