Fake Dating Novels & Stories

"Okay I am going to ignore the coming over part because there are a few scenarios in my head. So what did you guys decide on?" I chuckled at her antics. "Decided to actually go through with the dating thing." "WHAT?" The crazy banshee screamed. I prayed my neighbors don't call the cops. "I meant to fake date for three months then break up in a less messy way." I said. "You think that's a good idea?" She frowned. "Of course not, but I can't back out now. It will become a whole thing and I don't need any more hot gossip with my name in it."

When I looked over again, she was staring at me with the strangest expression. Before I could ask, she said, “You really need to stop throwing around that word so casually.” “Saying what?” “Girlfriend… This stuff is fake, remember?” I smirked. “Why?” “Because it’s weird.” “You proposed this and I have to meet the expectations… wouldn’t want to be caught unaware.” I mused. “I proposed fake dating.” She corrected that frown on her face. “I did NOT propose you calling me your girlfriend every five seconds like you’ve been waiting your entire life to use the word.”

"That actually works. We just need to adjust the story of how we met. Two years ago, I was in New York on a business trip. While I was there, Liz came for a visit and brought her friend, Lena, along. We got to talking, and we started dating. I recently proposed to you, so now you're my fiancée." I stared at him. "Look, I don't think you understood what I said before. Whatever you're hiding from your parents, or whatever lie you told them, is none of my business. I don't want to get involved, you can contact someone else to play your fiancée." I turned and began going down the steps. "I'll pay you," Marcus called out. "Your services won't be free." "I don't need your money," I replied. "Maybe

"And?" "And it did not feel fake, Claire. At all." My voice cracks on the last word. "This was supposed to be simple. Fake date Ryan's brother, make him jealous, fix Ethan's image, walk away in three months with my dignity intact. Nobody said anything about actually falling for him." Claire studies me for a long moment, her expression softening from shock into something gentler. "Sophie. Can I be honest with you?" "Please."

He leans closer. “What if I told you I have an idea?” I wipe my cheeks. “What kind of idea?” “Let’s give Danny Westley something to actually regret.” I frown. “What are you talking about?” “Fake dating,” he says, like it’s obvious. “You and me. We pretend we’re together. People will talk. People will stare. Danny will lose his mind.” “You’re insane.” “Probably.” He smirks. “But tell me you don’t want to see his face.”

“So what’s Zane really like? Everyone knows he’s hot, but is he actually nice? Or just camera stuff.” I opened my mouth, then closed it. Not trusting myself not to say the truth. ”He’s complicated.” I said with a nervous laugh. The brunette laughed, crossing her arms. “Aren’t they all?” ”Is it real though?” The auburn haired girl leaned in, voice dropping like we were sharing secrets. “Like actually a couple?” My fingers tightened around the glass. “It’s real.” I lied, through my teeth. “He’s so sweet, I sometimes forget we’re dating. Then I remember he’s actually mine.”

“You’ve spent your whole life acting like romance was an elective course you could skip.” “I’ve been focused on important things.” “And now you can focus on important things while making out with a Greek god,” she replied proudly. “Multitasking.” I burst out laughing despite myself before throwing a hoodie toward the floor dramatically. Zara joined in seconds later, but her expression sharpened again afterward. “I’m serious though,” she said carefully. “There are pros and cons to fake dating somebody like Adrian Cole.” I paused slightly while pulling dresses through hangers. “Such as?” “The obvious pro is that he’s attractive enough to make bad decisions feel

I smiled because I refused to let any woman, especially this one, dig that deep. I stepped closer. “How about we don’t go looking for other people. We do it between us. We fake a relationship. We date like we mean it...whoever falls first belongs to the one who doesn’t.” She frowned. “That’s too easy because I don’t fall in love. I fall in lust.” I kept smiling. “And I don’t fall in both ways, I’m neither cold nor hot.....Do you take the deal or not?” She looked at me for a long second. “You’re actually making a contract to fake-date me?”

He'd looked that way since our fight in the hallway, and I'd made a point of not asking why. He took one look at the two of us and said, "What's she doing now?" "I'm not *doing* anything." "She's being difficult," Marcus said. "She's always difficult," Rhys said. I turned. "Excuse me?" "I'm just agreeing with what he said…." "You," I said, "are the reason this fake relationship exists in the first place. If you hadn't made a mess, none of us would be standing here arguing about moving in with each other."

“Do you need something?” “Damian told me everything.” She said, her tone curt and without the slightest expression, “you are his pretend girlfriend for the next six months. Is that true?” “Yes.” “It’s not just about yes, young lady.” She continued and I found myself hating her the more. She already spoke with him, right? Why was she coming into my room and acting as if it was a court case? Rich people and their way of life.