Fake Dating With Benefits｜my Billionaire Boss Novels & Stories

” I blinked surprisingly. “You told me about the interview, and I have a modelling shoot to make close to Hartley corporation this morning. Moreover, it’s the company of someone I adored. So, hop in, I will give you a ride.” “Wow! Thanks Steve!” Julia jumped in immediately. “Thanks Steve, I should probably start paying you now” I said, and he smiled as he drove us down the road. “But…you don’t know Damien Hartley for real? My boss is very popular, the surest real estate dealer.” Julia said facing me.

“Excuse me?” “Fake dating,” he said, as casually as if he were ordering coffee. “It’s simple. You act like my girlfriend; I act like your boyfriend. People leave us alone. Predators—human and otherwise—stay away. You get protection, I get… well, it’s complicated. But mostly, we both stay alive.” Alina stared at him, trying to process the words. Fake dating? With him? The brooding, dangerous, irresistible Rhett Blackwood? “You’re insane,” she said finally.

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.”

he said, smirking, “we could do fake with benefits. Like, really commit to the role.” I punched his arm. “You’re such a dick.” “Yeah, but do you like it?.” “Debatable.” But I was smiling, and my hands were back on him, sliding up his chest. “Fake with benefits sounds like the coward’s way out.” “Maybe.” He kissed my jaw, slowly. “But it also sounds hot.” I laughed, but I couldn't help it. “But you have to make me actually fall for you…..” “And you keep stalling…. But yes…” His hand slid up my thigh, thumb brushing the edge of my underwear. “So what’s it gonna be, Liv? Fake with benefits, or are we going full real and terrifying?”

I kept hearing his words: “I need a fiancée.” Who says things like that in real life? Zara thought it was the most exciting thing she’d ever heard. “You’re kidding,” she said when I told her everything. “A billionaire wants you to be his fake fiancée? Girl, that’s not a job; that’s a movie deal!” “It’s insane,” I said, pacing the room. “I can’t just pretend to marry someone. What if people find out?” Zara grinned, sipping her coffee. “Then they’ll find out you’re rich. Problem solved.”

Arnold sat at the head of the table, weak but steady, his eyes sharp despite the tremble in his hands. Halfway through dinner, Matt stood, tapping his glass with a fork. “I have an announcement,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the room. “Before this family goes any further with tomorrow’s wedding, I think everyone deserves to know the truth.” Jessica’s stomach tightened. Christian’s hand found hers under the table, steady and warm. “This marriage,” Matt continued, pulling out his phone, “isn’t what it seems. I have proof that Christian and Jessica signed a contract the very same night they met. Two million dollars for one year of pretending. This entire wedding is a lie.”

All I could think about was how my life in the next one week would turn out. ‎ ‎I could see him nod and smile at the corner of my eye, and I feigned being unaware of his expression despite noting his surprise. ‎ ‎"Feisty. Hmm." He said eventually. ‎ ‎Who cares? ‎ ‎I am doing this because of the money. If I was going to be seen as a gold-digging bitch, then I needed to be a badass as well. ‎ ‎He turned for what looked like a few seconds and brought out a black card from his pocket. I'd heard about how unlimited the money therein was, but I kept my cool.

“Ten years! And he proposed to her in the Maldives!” “That blonde doctor?” “That's the one. Gorgeous, loaded, with those perfect boobs.” “Perfect because they're implants, honey. They looked like two cantaloupes pointing at the ceiling!” All three burst out laughing. I nearly choked on my coffee. “You three are terrible,” I said. “Jamie!” One of them grinned. “Don't tell me you've never noticed our boss.” “I've noticed he works a lot.” I held up my wedding ring. “And, for the record, I'm very happily married.”

Bennett did you forget that you are one who told me to get close with adrian so that we get successful in our mission He is not a kid bennett he is a billionaire, we can't make him fool easily, the day you told me to get close with him, I started to think what can I do so that I can win his trust I told him a fake story I told him that I get married to him because my grandma want me to get settle down with some rich man like him, I know he didn't believe in my story,

She needed to talk to someone about her relationship with Damien and since her aunt Elizabeth wouldn't want to talk about it, why not talk to Tiana. "Did something happen?" Tiana hesitated but said it out loud anyway. "We are- we have our differences that's all." Céline found it hard to explain to Tiana what the problem was. "Oh okay." Tiana nodded her head in understanding. How do you tell your colleague that you have been seducing your boss and now he wants to sleep with you but you want him to marry you first, so you could have rights over his money and pay your psychopathic ex-boyfriend, who was now a serial killer you hired?