Fake Dating With Benefits｜my Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

I trailed off, trying to wrap my head around a ridiculous prank like this. “Yes. I know I did. The thing is that I wasn't entirely honest about who I was,” He said carefully, watching me like a predator trying to cajole its prey by acting like it wasn't dangerous. His deep soothing drawl was helping either “You lied…” I responded, still confused. None of this was making any sense If he was my boss that would mean he was a billionaire but why would a billionaire need to work for an escort company?

“How else would you have survived your mother’s lethal glares, the ladies’ attempts to fix your single status, and all the juicy gossip about your thrilling private life?” “Oh, I don’t know, darling. It wouldn’t be that hard,” he echoed, smirking. “I’d just say I pined for a dazzling socialite—Aurora, the charming lady who broke my heart in that one unforgettable night of passion…” “Oh no, you don’t!” I gasped in mock outrage. “Don’t you dare make up corny stories about me! At least make it exciting—like how the brave Aurora swooped in to save you from the blazing dessert—!”

Ivan was tired of listening to him speculate endlessly. “You know, Ivan,” Leo's voice suddenly got serious this time, devoid of every form of taunting and joke, “If you two are not dating for real, then you should clarify it. It is going to cause a problem for her, and she might miss out on a chance for a good guy, just because of the fake news that she is dating her boss. We don't want those vicious audio lovers of yours to try to get on her nerves too,” he spoke carefully and calmly in the most eloquent way he could.

I braced myself for his pity, or worse, his disdain. Instead, he was silent for a long moment, just studying me. I felt like a specimen under a microscope. “I see,” he said again, his voice thoughtful. Then, he straightened up. “I’ll do it.” I blinked. “What?” “I will be your fake boyfriend, Ms. Amber.” He said it with the same finality as when he’d declared the backup system would engage. “It would be an advantage. And for your family’s criteria… I am not a millionaire. I am a billionaire. I assume that will be ‘good enough’?”

Dating apps were like priye’s football stadium. She and her match were players and she approached the ones that progressed into dates with all seriousness. This week’s match was Felix, a finance guy. We’d both been invested in this date since it was planned after they matched. I couldn't keep up with the whole flirty banter, but I knew we were kinda vested in this one.

At least, not anymore. I reached for my phone with shaky hands, propping it against the headboard. I lay back on the bed, still in my wedding gown, legs parted slightly, the soft moan escaping my lips before I even touched myself. Slowly, I let the strap of my gown fall off, exposing my two fair mounds as I pictured Logan, my boss. His voice whispering dirty into my ears. His hands grabbing my tits like I was doing. His mouth sucking and twitching my nipples.

“We can use this to fix your reputation.” Bruce frowned. “What are you talking about?” Tanner turned the screen towards him. “Marie Milton. Fashion stylist and former beloved socialite before her marriage. This is perfect. Bruce eyed the screen suspiciously. Marie’s past fame unsettled him; it meant more media attention, and he didn’t need that right now. “Think about this,” Tanner continued. “We announce the marriage, the Winston girls lose credibility immediately. With Marie by your side, it paints a different story.”

--- That night, back in the spare room. Damian put the offer letter on the wall. Taped it up. "$60,000," he said. "Not $2 million. But it's honest." I sat next to him. "Proud of you," I said. He leaned his head on my shoulder. "I tore up $2 million yesterday," he said. "And today I said yes to $60K." "Best decision you ever made," I said. He smiled. "Yeah." --- Before bed, he checked the mail.

She chuckled a little then she lowered her voice. “Fine. You know me way too well. After getting home, I realized you weren’t actually lying yesterday. There’s a thing you do with your nose when you lie. But you didn’t. So you explain everything to me. What’s actually happening with your boss? Are you really not dating him?” “No, Haven, we are absolutely not a real couple. The penthouse situation is one huge misunderstanding. The gifts are another huge misunderstanding. Everything is actually tied to corporate insurance benefits.”

Because if this is some kind of reality show, I would like to resign. I slowly turn in a full circle, no cameras. No director shouting, “Cut!” no hidden microphones. Just a room full of people who are looking at me like I escaped from the psychiatric hospital. I point at myself, “Can somebody please tell me what’s going on?” Nobody speaks, are rich people allergic to conversation? I look back at the billionaire. “No offense. But you look way too successful to answer an online advertisement.” “Yes.” I shake my head stubbornly, “Why do you agree to be my fake baby daddy for two million dollars?”