Fake Dating Novels & Stories

His warm body completely invades my personal space, leaving me instantly, hyper-aware of every inch of him. "I'm completely fine and we are not a real relationship,"I say . "Ohhh is that so ? "He replies. "Yeahhh......" " Why don't you kneel and bark like a dog for me," he says in a voice so low that my nerves misfire. There's completely no way I'm going to kneel down and bark like a dog.I adjust my glasses and realize that he is completely serious. "I'm waiting," he whistles patiently,"This is my little punishment for avoiding me yesterday and if you don't. Then maybe I should just tell Ethan and the whole school how obsessed you are with him.Just imagine the humiliation you will go through

“You want me to... to pretend to be your girlfriend? What, like fake holding hands? Fake kissing? Fake everything?” He didn’t blink, his nonchalant gaze met mine, a hint of a smirk playing on those lips. “Yes, Riley. That’s usually how fake dating works.” Sarcasm dripping with every word. That shut me up. He’s not letting this go anytime soon I eyed him warily. “You want me to fake-date you... so you don’t have to go through another blind date?” “No,” he said, calmly placing an elbow on the table. “So I can shut my grandfather up without legally binding myself to someone I’ve never met.”

“Jonathan wants to make you jealous. Kaelie probably thinks she’s won some prize. You know what you do?” I raised a brow. “What?” Derek smirked. “Beat them at their own game.” I blinked. “What?” His smirk widened. “Think about it. They want you to be miserable. They want you to feel like you lost something. So, what do we do? We make sure they think you’ve moved on and are having the time of your life.” I stared at him for a long moment before realization hit me. “You’re suggesting we fake date?” Derek grinned. “Bingo.”

That’s a yes. So we end up in a canoe, squished close enough that our knees touch. I pretend not to notice, but it’s all I can focus on. That and the fact that we kissed this morning and now we’re pretending we didn’t. Except we’re not pretending. We’re really not talking about it. Fake dating is so simple, right? The canoe wobbles slightly, and I instinctively grab the sides. Liam notices. “Nervous already?” he asks. “Only because you look like you’re about to reenact a shipwreck,” I shoot back.

“I’ll make it look like I’m the villain, so he doesn’t hate you. But tonight—please?” “Only if you take the Prague trip next week,” I said. She groaned. “The twelve-hour flight?” “Yup. You seal the solar deal. I’ll fake-date you.” “Deal,” she grinned. “So… tonight at nine?” “Yes, ma’am. But please—don’t make me hold your hand again," I said, fake gagging. She gasped in mock horror. “How dare you Damien! I know that's your favorite part in this arrangement. Stop pretending you don't love me.”

Not like I'm in deep trouble with the mafia, and definitely not like I'm working undercover. So I used the safest lie I had. “I’m… fake-dating someone.”

I didn’t answer right away. Because the paranoid part of me—the part that’s been mentally re-writing our exit strategy every four hours since we ran—was already making a different list. Fake names that don’t ping anything. Big campus nobody searches. Rink on the edge where coaches care more about goals than transcripts. Two guys who can actually play so no one asks stupid questions. It was flimsy as hell. I knew it was flimsy. But three days ago we didn’t even have flimsy.

His answers were vague, shallow, completely improvised. A knot of irritation began twisting in my stomach, tightening with every minute. It didn't take long to realize I'd fallen for the oldest trick in the online dating book. He was one of those guys who would build a fake persona, Google a few facts to sound smart in messages, then cross their fingers and hope their real life charm makes up for everything they lied about.

“He's the blind date Dad set me up with.” Damian takes a moment, his mind reels over the information. “The same guy you were kissing in his car in front of the house?” Electra’s eyes widen. Shock registers on her face. She can't believe he remembers that much detail. She almost smiles at the memory. It was their second date. After Anders made her the absurd proposal to fake date him. Turns out their little kissing show was effective. Damian’s eyes suddenly widen. “He’s married? His wife…”

I tell him, shuffling from one foot to another as I can't help but feel a bundle of nerves shoot through my spine. “This morning and you are here already. He was that bad?" he says, his lips stretching into a stupid smile. “The worst." I say, my lips twitching into the smallest of smiles and for a moment Caison totally fizzled out of my mind. "So what's this deal?” Mr Richard asks, moving too close for comfort. “I want us to fake date for the next two months." I blurt out the words, wincing as they sound stupider out loud than in my head.