Fake Dating Novels & Stories

Ronan's POV "What?" I repeated, because surely I'd heard her wrong. Sarra tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I said no." I stood there, coffee mug still in my hand, trying to process what just happened. "You're saying no to being my girlfriend?" "Yes." "But we're already—" I gestured between us. "We're already doing this. We're fake dating. How is real dating any different?" She wrapped her arms around herself. "Because fake dating has an expiration date. Real dating doesn't."

That for the first time in five years, my body worked the way it should? I start typing more. Me: I shouldn't have said that. I was panicking. Trying to do the right thing. But kissing you wasn't a mistake. It was the most real thing I've felt in years. We need to talk tonight, please… My finger moves to the send button. And stops. What am I doing? This is a fake relationship, an arrangement. She's pretending to be my mate to keep her secret safe. I'm using her to satisfy my father's ultimatum and see if Darko's instincts are right.

“Miss Park, the rumors have escalated. The media wants a follow-up. The board wants confirmation. We need evidence that our relationship is genuine.” “Evidence,” I repeat slowly. “Like a kiss?” He doesn’t even blink. “Precisely.” I throw my hands in the air. “Oh sure, why not! Let’s just kiss for the shareholders! Maybe next we can get engaged for better market visibility!” “Don’t be dramatic.” “I am dramatic. That’s literally in my personality description!” He sighs—the long-suffering sigh of a man realizing he fake-dated a gremlin with vocal cords. “It’s a simple solution. We’ll practice first to avoid awkwardness during the actual scene.”

Then Tara’s eyes strayed, straight to me. “Maya,” she chirps suddenly, a mischievous glint shining through her eyes. “You are new. Unknown in Chicago. Perfect!” I frown. “Perfect for what?” “I have an idea,” she breathes as her red lips curve. “Why don’t we run a fake dating campaign?”

“I do want us to date. Matter of fact, I believe I’m quite the romantic. You know, cute dates and flowers and stupid little things like matching pajamas.” “Is that what people these days are into?” He asked in a tone that let me know he was joking. “Oh, it’s worse. We like face mask Fridays and singing off key at the music bar. And movie nights, with popcorn and pasta and cheap wine that’ll give you cirrhosis before you’re…how old are you again?” His eyes flashed. “Old enough.”

I grip the steering wheel and remind myself to stay cool. She’s nothing. A means to an end. A soft, pretty, chaos gremlin of a means. “So…” she says, glancing at me. “You fake-date a lot?” I smirk. “You jealous already?” “No. Just wondering if this is your side hustle.” I snort. “If this were professional, you’d be signing an NDA and pretending we met on a mountain in Italy.” She perks up. “Italy? Can we change the backstory to that?”

If fake dating a celebrity taught me anything, it’s how to survive impossible questions. You don’t answer them, you dodge, you distract. Like this. "Really??" I yawn, pretending not to notice the dagger in my freaking face. "Your whole 'choose or die' routine? You ever think maybe that’s not the healthiest way to win a woman’s love?" My tactic doesn't work on him. He takes another step forward, tilting his head. "Tell me, is this your way of avoiding my question?" I clench my jaw. "You want an answer? Fine. Do you want the short version, or the one that doesn’t end with me dead on the floor?"

He smiled and pinched the bridge of my nose, “You didn't even allow me to finish, I haven't finished what I'm saying” “You mean you still have more?” He smiled and shook his head “When I mean I wanted us to date I was talking about fake dating” “Fake dating?” “Hmmm, it's going to help you take your mind off Liam and forget him completely” I scrunch my face cause I've not heard of something like that before, but it's not like I know a lot about relationships either, so yeah

And I used to be such a simp for guys with dimples. "Your type... You mean, hockey guys with complicated exes? I'm not asking you for something big. Just... look like you're interested when we're around certain people. That's all." My lips parted slightly. "So, what... fake dating? That's what you want?" "Pretty much. It doesn't have to be over the top. Just... stand next to me, hold hands with me, let me walk you to..." "Dave, wait." I blinked. "I don't understand. You want me... to act as your fake girlfriend, in front of your friends, that I do not know." I folded my arms, watching as he nodded.

She smiled brightly, then her head tilted, noticing my expression. “Why do you look so sad? You just won the lottery!” She nagged. “It’s fake,” I replied. I couldn’t hold it in. Apart from the fact that I needed them to understand the situation, I couldn’t lie to my close friends. “He’s forcing me. He has something on me, and he’s using it to make me his fake girlfriend. He needs to fix his reputation.” I explained and the room went silent. Jenna and Annette exchanged glances, then they both started laughing.