Fake Calling Boyfriend Novels & Stories

We both had a moment of weakness and got into the temptations but now we’re both out of it and will stay committed. I gave him a usual evening call to ask how his day was, that I was missing him and will come down to meet him this weekend. He picks up the phone and I squeal with excitement, “Hey baby, how are you puppy?” Instead of a male voice, I hear a female replying, “You really should stop and get a life of your own.” The voice somehow sounded familiar, WAIT! It was the same female voice from that night!!! My blood boils as I splat back, “Who the hell are you to tell me what I should be doing? And why are you picking my boyfriend’s phone?”

I was walking across campus after my morning lecture when my phone started vibrating nonstop inside my bag. At first, I ignored it. By the fifth notification, I stopped walking. Something was wrong. Pulling out my phone, I found more than twenty unread messages waiting for me. Most were from classmates. A few were from people I barely knew. One was from my mother. The knot in my stomach tightened. A message from Lila sat at the top of the screen. Call me. Right now. Before I could even process what was happening, my phone rang. Lila. I answered immediately. "What happened?" There was no greeting. No small talk. Just a sharp exhale on the other end. "Tell me those photos are fake." My heart s

I took out my phone and dial her number. Please at least I need to hear her voice.. please let me hear her voice "Why are you calling my girlfriend?" My eyes widen because I knew it's Collin "She's not your girlfriend fucker" "I told you never contact her again.. you won't listen , will you?" He said in a really cold tone "I'm a Locason.. Do you think I will listen to you?" I scoffed , stupid guy "Of course you won't, Locason, from now on I don't want my girlfriend to contact with a guy so goodbye Locason" He ended the call and I cursed under my breath. I quickly dial her number again but the voicemail made it clear that he blocked me

" My ... my boyfriend will come for me. You just wrote to me. Thank you, and I'm paying you right now! Boyfriend? Listing Samme Cassel as my boyfriend is almost sacrilege. That man doesn't know what that is. It's just that I can't even assure that he hasn't been with other women while he's with me. I did not ask, of course. And he didn't mention it either. My heart is beating fast and my hands are shaking. I look at the cell phone in my hand, I unlock it with my fingerprint and dial Samme's number, which is on the screen first, since he was the last to call me. "Young man, come on, get in the vehicle." If you like, you can wait here.

“I have a family wedding this weekend. My boyfriend just dumped me, and my mother will brutally murder me if I show up without a plus-one. I need a fake boyfriend. Someone charming, handsome, and willing to pretend he's completely infatuated with me for seventy-two hours.” An amused grin spread across his face. “A fake boyfriend? Sounds like a high-stakes game. What's in it for me besides free drinks?” His eyes roam across my body, settling finally on my bouncy titties. “I’m a tough man to please. But I’m gonna be honest, you got my attention.”

“Are you serious? Describe him please. Was he tall, dark and handsome?” “He was tall and handsome but he wasn’t dark.” “Well you know the light-skinned brothas are coming back.” “Well this one was definitely light-skinned - All milk, no coffee.” “Shut the fuck up! Are you serious?” She yelled over the phone. “Girl, serious as a heart attack.” I answered. “So what are you gonna do?” “That’s the thing, the motherfucker that has been calling and being a perv over the phone is the same motherfucker that was watching me outside the building.”

I'm fucking shocked right now. He grabs the folder angrily and opens it with a huff. When he sees what it is, his face falls and he quickly sets it down. It's true. This is fucking true. Everything that I saw was fucking true. All of those girls that had messaged him on that website were just trying to get paid. My fucking girlfriend is being paid to date me. This is fake. All of this is fucking fake.

His left hand found its way inside my panties, his fingers were now playing with my folds, and I started to moan. My phone suddenly began to ring. Normally, I'd let it go straight to voicemail, but I was supposed to be in the office today, and guilt made me pick it up. “Hello? Madsen here.” I was trying really hard to keep my voice steady while Matt continued his assault. “Miss Madsen? Sienna Madsen?,” an unknown male voice on the other side was asking. “Yes, who is that?”, I pushed Matt away and sat on the bed.

"Just call Hayden right now. Lay out the conditions—make it clear it's just pretend. If he says no, then whatever, forget it." "What if he takes it seriously?" I still wasn't convinced. Lena countered, "Maybe he'll be down to play along." After way too many drinks, I finally caved to Lena's relentless nagging and dialed Hayden's number. "Hey, what's up?" His voice was deep, smooth, and way too attractive for my own good. I stared at the wine swirling in my glass, trying to focus. "Hayden, would you be cool with pretending to be my boyfriend? Like, just pretend. Not for real."

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 !.