Fake Calling Boyfriend Novels & Stories

Getting freshened up and a quick shower when I was about to get out of my room, my phone rang on the nightstand. I frowned when I saw the caller ID flashing on the phone screen. Demon Calling... This wasn’t how I was thinking of starting my day but I answered the call anyway. "Hello.. What happened early.." He didn’t even let me complete my say and spoke up, "I will be at your place within 15 minutes. Meet me at the entrance." "Why?" I asked but he being not so gentleman didn’t bother to wait to hear me let alone answer my question and hung up.

"Who the hell is it? Don't you know the rules for calling me?" "Woah. Take it easy Missy, I'm sorry I didn't know you've got rules for taking calls, perhaps I'll have to read them before calling you next time" the male's voice answered calmly. "And who are you?" she asked rudely causing the caller to sigh heavily. "It's your new boyfriend at the grocery store" he said in humour and laughed. "Why are you calling so late? Don't you sleep at night?" she asked smoothening her hair with her hands.

God knows how bad she’d feel if she was forced to have a wedding planned by someone else other than her. A low buzz grabbed her attention, and Florence turned her head to the side to see her cellphone screen lit up. She rolled to her side and stretched her hand to grab the device. Scott’s name was staring back at her as she looked to see who was calling her at this hour. For a moment, she thought it could be Emma calling to have a bachelorette party since they didn’t have much time to plan one, but she was obviously wrong. “Hello?” she answered, putting her phone against her ear and returning to her initial position, staring at the ceiling and imagining Scott’s eyes looking back at her.

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

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.

“He was admitted. To this campus. I followed him to do some sorting.” “Oh—” My fake boyfriend nodded. “Yeah. Is there a problem?” The look on his countenance sold him off. I knew already that something was wrong, although it was hard for me to place a hand on it. “You look like you would chase him away if you had a chance. He's done nothing to you, you know?” A chuckle escaped my lips and I watched him give a nod. “I should have called him. I just didn't remember he was a student on campus.” Immediately, as I spoke, I was looking for my phone in the purse I had come with—then I took out my phone and began to dial the number that belonged to Aaron.

“Samantha, it’s not like that! Everything I’ve done is for both of us! It’s the only way for us to have another ending—” “We’ve already had our ending.” I interrupted him. “It all ended on the day of the earthquake.” Elliot had more to say, but his phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, and his expression changed. It was Celeste calling. He hesitated for a moment but answered the call. “Hello, Celeste? What? You’re in pain again? Alright, don’t worry. I’ll come over immediately.” After hanging up, Elliot looked at me apologetically.

I try to finish it out of respect for Martha, but every bite feels like torture. My mind drifts back to last night. Should I call Luke? How are we even supposed to pull off this fake boyfriend plan? I grab my phone and shoot him a quick text, saving his number under Luke Escort. “Hi, it’s the drunk rich lady from last night. Just letting you know I got home safely, and no scratches on the car. I’ll be in touch about our plan. Cheers.” I hit send. Within seconds, his reply comes in. “Who?”

He blurted. Am beautiful enough to get any man Roger don't underestimate me. I beamed with a smile at how he looked at me like seeing a fool. Hope you don't have a fear. He shrieked. If he is your boyfriend, you must have his tellphone number or something to prove to me that he is your boyfriend. Roger insisted. What will l get if l call him and it's Keron who Answer.l quaked. Am going to call you mom if you do that. He blurted out. Okay l replied as l got my phone from the bag and l dialed Keron's number. Like he was waiting for my call, he answered immediately. I put the call on loud.

Back when those rumors about me being gay were all over the internet, I may or may not have pulled a prank on him. I borrowed his phone and called his girlfriend, saying, “This is Byun Baekhoon. Your boyfriend’s here with me at a hotel. He didn’t bring a change of clothes. Could you come by and bring him some? He just got out of the shower and isn’t wearing anything.” What follows is an explosion of panic. “Byun Baekhoon? The son of HK Group’s chairman?!” “That’s right,” I said. She absolutely loses it. “No way! My boyfriend would never do that!”