Fake Dating Novels & Stories

"How are you feeling?" ​"You uncultured swine! You've been ignoring me for weeks, and now you're going to act like nothing happened?" she scolded, though her tone held affection. ​"I'm so sorry, my love. I've just been so busy with work," I lied smoothly. "Yeah, right. Busy getting showered with luxury gifts from your husband," she teased, referencing the I*******m story Dominic had forced me to post. ​I faked a light chuckle, though my heart sank straight to the bottom of my stomach. "What can I say?" I forced out, leaning back in my chair. "I'm in his life to spend his money."

I gesture vaguely at the TV, at my face frozen mid-slap, at the chyron still rolling, "...how this happened in seven days." Danny is quiet for a moment. "Have you tried Cecily?" "Her number is disconnected." I laugh, and it comes out strange. "Her number is disconnected. Who disconnects their number? Who does that unless they're..." "Hiding," Danny says. "Unless they're hiding." I turn around. "Something is wrong. Something is very, very wrong and I can't..." "Lia." Danny stands up. "Come sit down." "I don't want to sit down..."

"Yeah. I just can't stand wolves who fake being loaded." He turned to face me, steady. "As long as I'm around, no one lays a claw on you." My heart stuttered. Crap. I think I just started catching real feelings... for the hundred-dollar partner I hired to fake it.

Who’s now sitting here proposing the most insane thing I’ve ever heard. “You’re serious.” “Completely.” “We barely know each other.” “Which makes it perfect.” Adrian’s expression doesn’t change. “No emotional entanglement. No risk of actual feelings complicating things. Just a simple business arrangement between two people who need something from each other.” The waiter returns with our food. I don’t even look at it. “Why me?” I ask when we’re alone again. “You could have anyone. Why would you want to fake date someone who’s…” I gesture vaguely at myself. “Ordinary?”

“Don't celebrate yet.” “Why?” “Well.” He smiled sadly, rubbing his chin. “What? What's the problem now?” I whined and the happiness deflated like a balloon popped with a needle. He sighed. “There's a condition. But, technically, it's not that bad.” Of course, there was. I dropped my head into my hands. That guy wanted to sleep with me. Why do guys always give conditions? I looked up slowly. “What's the catch?” “Okay, brace yourself.” My heart raced. “O-okay.” “He wants you to fake-date him.” My brain stopped working..

Outside the window the city moved in its indifferent way, glass and light and distance, and I thought about how strange it was to be sitting in this office negotiating the terms of a fake relationship with a man I’d met over pasta and forced proximity twenty-four hours ago. “There’s something I haven't finished explaining last night,” Adrian said. I looked at him. “The reason my parents need to believe this is real.” He leaned back slightly, unhurried, choosing the words with the care of someone who didn’t use more than necessary. “There is someone I’ve been involved with. The relationship has become, in my parents’ view, a liability. Particularly my father. He’s given me a timeline.” “To en

I looked back at the contract. Rule 2: No questions about personal lives outside the arrangement. Rule 3: No disclosure of the arrangement to anyone. Rule 4: Physical contact limited to what's outlined in Appendix A. Rule 5: No jealousy. No possessiveness. No emotional attachment. I stopped reading. "This is insane." "This is necessary." He leaned forward. "You wanted to know what you're agreeing to. Here it is. Black and white. No surprises. No confusion." "You made a contract for fake dating."

I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to throw my notebook at him. "Cheek pecks and hugs. Anything beyond that, I decide in the moment, and when I say stop, it stops. And we need to agree on exactly how long this arrangement is going to last, because fake relationships don't just go on forever. There has to be an expiration date." "And what did that dictionary in your bag suggest?" he drawled, a lazy, amused spark in his eyes.

“I'm tired of being the girl who does everything to please a man. I'm done shrinking myself just to make your life easier. I'm tired of watching you prioritize everyone else's feelings above mine. You care so much about what your friends think. Your teammates. Even the girls on campus that you shouldn't have any business with. But in all of that, where does that leave me?” His mouth opened slightly to defend himself, but he was too stunned to speak. “I'm tired of you turning on me everytime there is a problem,” I pressed on. “All I ever wanted was for you to stand up for me when your friends mock me to my face! I spent four years letting you hide me, all for what? Just so you can throw me aw

Celine's Pov • Adrian was waiting for me outside the banquet hall, leaning against his car with his hands in his pockets. When he spotted me, he straightened and glanced toward the hotel entrance. “Are you still willing to go through with our arrangement?” “Yes.” “Then I’ll have my lawyer draw up the terms of our fake relationship in three days.” He opened the passenger door. “Let me take you home.” “I’m staying with my best friend tonight. I need some distance from Nathaniel and all this drama.”