Fake Dating 소설 & 이야기

"Aren't you supposed to be at the office?" Since we soft-launched App-date a few months back and literally crashed the App Store (and the internet, a couple of times), I'd been keeping my hands full and working fifteen-hour days. Fake dating had been the best of everyone's trope, as we were offering a hundred bucks' worth of dinner coupons to any two users that submitted proof of marriage or engagement from the app, and the couples kept coming in, so much so that we had started making side deals with restaurant chains. "No. I'm supposed to be inside you," I scolded her.

“A job?” “Yeah. It’s temporary. But… We need someone who can pull it off. It’s for the company. You pretend to date someone. Just a show. In and out.” Liam stared. “Fake dating? Are you joking?” Kant crossed his arms. “You’ve done worse for money.” Liam’s eyes flared with disbelief. “That was years ago; I’m not that person anymore.” Kant shrugged. “Fine, then I'll find another person; just say no.”

“Well, I’d probably look like that too if the whole world thought I was gay.” He grunts in response. I like that I'm getting on his nerves. “You two are going to make a great couple,” Laura laughs. “I love the chemistry between you.” “What do you mean? What chemistry?” I ask, playing dumb, like I don’t know she’s suggesting we fake date. “To spice up Rhett’s image and shift the negativity, you both need to run with the story. The world needs to keep believing you’re dating, for a while.” My heart does a stupid little jump.

he added, his voice lower now,“But think about it princess, you want to piss them off, right? Make him and his girlfriend eat his heart out? I am literally offering you the chance to do exactly that.” His eyes gleamed with something i couldn't understand and something in my chest tightened. “It’s just pretence,” he continued, his voice softer now, the edge in his voice dipping into something almost... tempting. “But if we are doing this, we have to make it look real Scarlet” his voice more serious now. I swallowed hard, I shouldn't even be considering this, this is insane, how can I fake date? And of all people to do that with... Him? Axel Wolfe?

Ryan's voice brought me back. “W-what are you trying to say?” There was a long pause. “The arrangement…” His voice caught. “The fake dating…” Another pause. “Last night…” My heart began pounding harder. “Ryan?” He inhaled slowly. “It was all an illusion.” I stopped breathing. For a second, I couldn't understand the words. An illusion. I stared at the cracked wall in front of me. “What?” “Nothing was true, Mia.” My fingers went numb. The phone nearly slipped from my hand.

I said, “None of this can ever be real. I know exactly what kind of man he is and I am never going to forget any of that in a hurry,” “But you still agreed to date him,” she said, “Fake or not.” “This is just about damage control.” I replied, “Once we are done with all of this, we are done. It is not like I feel anything for him.” “Mmhmm,” she said, unconvinced. “And that’s why you’ve checked your lipstick four times.” I exhaled. “Don’t you think this is too elaborate?” “For what?” “For fake dating,” I said. “I mean, look at me. It’s not like he’s even going to be able to see that the dress is red.”

Harper's POV I hated that I was actually considering it, my head buzzed with the traitorous math about what I stood to gain. "What exactly does fake dating look like?" I asked. Ashton didn't hesitate. I could see the corner of his lips pull up. "You show up to my games. Sit where people can see you. We eat together twice a week minimum, somewhere public. You don't go running after Ethan in front of anyone and I don't entertain Sienna. We sell it enough that nobody questions it."

he said, and my heart skipped a beat. And I couldn't help but crave something I never knew existed. Acceptance. "I have never cared for people's validation, and I won't start now," I hissed, and he only smiled. "That's where you're wrong. Think about it, you wouldn't need to be bullied or wash a toilet like you do now, or be called names. You will be the center of attention. Our love will be…" "Fake love. You're the one asking me to fake-date you," I hissed at him, and he chuckled.

But it just turned out to be Hakeem, asking me to meet him to discuss our fake relationship. He could have at least let me enjoy my little fantasy for five more minutes. I am still recovering from the disappointment I flipped open my journal, clicked my pen and cleared my throat. "Okay, first things first. We need rules. Strict rules." Hakeem raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Rule number one: This arrangement is strictly temporary. It ends the moment Cole gets jealous or shows any genuine interest in me. Once that happens, we're done. No extensions, no negotiations.”

Mission #1 of our fake dating plan: Look convincing. On the first day, if I wasn’t threatened with getting pushed out of the drama club, I would call it quits. Because Alex is entirely too popular and too social for me to handle. He doesn’t even get left alone at Mozzy’s Pizza on our first mock date. From entrance to ordering to looking for seats, folks keep coming to greet him. “Hey man, what’s happenin’?” “Haha, nothing much, how ‘bout you?”