Fake Calling Boyfriend Novels & Stories

“Just helping my best friend and boyfriend’s sister.” The moment the word boyfriend leaves my lips, my stomach does this weird little flip. Great. Now even my brain’s joining the fake-dating act.

I offer. "No thanks," Daniel snarls. "Please?" I soften my tone. Seeing him again brought back old memories, and I remembered how I felt about him back then. How I still feel about him now... Daniel hesitates. "I should get back to my boyfriend." Ah, boyfriend again. Jealousy flickers inside me. Fuck that guy. Now I HAVE to get him alone. "Tell him you met your old friend, and you must catch up. Tell him you will call him tomorrow," I said.

KATE ROSE One night, my cell phone rang while I was preparing for our dinner, so I decided to stop. I picked up my cell phone immediately and answered the call of my fake boyfriend. "Hey! Why are you calling me tonight?" I asked him. It takes a minute before he answered my question. His voice was hoarse. "Are you okay?" I added. He sighed heavily. "Do you think I'm okay?" "What do you mean?" I asked, dryly. Minutes had passed before he speaks to me. "Can we talk tonight?" he asked me. I felt there's something wrong with him tonight. Is he having a problem? Well, I don't know.

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.

The ringtone of Ariana's phone interrupted her. "Ariana where are you?" Zach asked over the phone. "I'm at my mom's apartment" Ariana sighs. "I want to see you in my house in the next five minutes" he instructed with an icy tone. Ariana rolled her eyes, she's used to his cold voice and icy gaze. "You're not the boss of me" she argued. "I'm paying you for this fake relationship so technically I'm your boss" he explained. "I'm spending the night at my mom's..."

“Every late night. Every business trip. Whenever we want you.” Sophia smiled against my neck. “And we want you often.” I nodded weakly, completely surrendered. “Yes… I’m yours.” But as we lay there, my phone buzzed again on the desk. It was my boyfriend calling. Alexander picked up the phone, read the screen, and handed it to me with a dark smile. “Answer it,” he said, pushing two fingers back inside my dripping pussy. “While we both touch you.” Sophia’s fingers joined his, both of them slowly fingering me while I answered the call, trying to sound normal.

He did not understand what she meant. Serene then carefully drew up a plan for him to pretend to save her bully. His first reaction was to object to the plan. She was the one he loved. How could he be someone else's boyfriend? However, Serene kept trying to talk him into it. She went as far as to promise to get engaged with him if she was happy with the outcome. He agreed to it in the end. He thought he could continue the ruse until Serene was happy enough to get engaged to him. He would dump Tessa cruelly and destroy all her dreams. This had been his dream for the last two years.

“Wh…no, this can't be happening. What is…what..?” “You might want to check in on your dear ‘boyfriend’,” I whispered, taking another sip of my drink. “And maybe call your bank and check your assets…” It turns out that as Damien was wrapping up his investigation, we found out that Cassandra's dear boyfriend is a fraud. And she's not his first victim. He goes about impersonating rich men and using their identities to snag the attention of rich women, make them fall in love with him, and then goes on to extort them.

“If it comes up, if I’m cornered or questioned or in a tight spot, I might mention you. If I ever call you, please play along. We don’t need anything elaborate. Just enough to be convincing.” “Marissa, my dear,” he said, puffing up like a cartoon character, “I was born for this role. I’ll be the most loving, most convincingly fake boyfriend you’ve ever had. Hand-holding? I’ll rehearse. Backstory? I’ll memorize it. Emotional support texts? Already drafting them.” “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” But I was smiling. For the first time all day. ——— The underlined date on my digital calendar was a glaring red reminder:

I have no reason to object so I faked a smile and placed the phone on the table and pressed the speaker. "Hello" "You finally picked the call" "Who is this?" "I am someone you need to pay off in order to save your dear girlfriend" ******