Fake Love To My Face นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Once the door opens, we’re a couple. You love me. You trust me. And you’re proud to be mine. Understand?” She looked at him. “You’re very full of yourself.” “I’m very convincing.” The car stopped. A valet yanked the door open. Cassian stepped out first, towering and calm. Then, with practiced ease, he turned and offered his hand. Eden took it. The crowd exploded. Cameras snapped. Voices shouted. “Cassian! Cassian, who’s the mystery woman?” “Is that Eden Blake?” “Are you engaged?” Cassian pulled her close, his arm around her waist. She felt the tension in his body, the way his hand settled with just enough pressure to feel real. He leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, “Smile like you’

I nodded my head before realising he couldn't see me. "Fine." "Let's switch to FaceTime. I want to see your face." He demanded suddenly. "My face looks puffy," I whined. "So? I've seen your face multiple times. You know how puffy they look in the morning?" "Are you teasing me right now?" I asked, chuckling. "Yes! So I don't care if your face looks puffy. I want to see your face, I miss you already." "Let me wash my face then."

She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.” For the third time, I lay down on the operating table. This time, the operating table no longer felt cold. Suzanne and the medical staff kept encouraging me. “When you wake up, Mr. Quince, everything will be back to normal. Things will get better.” “Alright.” I forced myself to suppress the immense fear and grief and closed my eyes. When I woke up again, the surgery had ended. However, because the injuries on my face were severe, the recovery period would also be longer.

I snorted at my own thoughts, shaking my head as my gaze drifted to the window. “I suppose you don’t find my face funny.” Startled, I looked down to see Christian awake, staring at me with a blank expression. Grinning, I waved a hand dismissively. “You just have a hard face, that’s all.” He cocked a perfectly fine brow, the corner of his lips twitching. “Is this how you show affection?” I leaned down and kissed him lightly. “Yeah. Deal with it.” Before I could pull away, his hand clamped around my waist and he hauled me down on top of him.“Say you love my face,” he murmured, tickling my sides. I squealed and tried to squirm away, but he easily pinned me with his arms and legs.

The sunlight warmed my skin, and I was awoken by the most beautiful melody I have ever heard. I rolled over with my eyes still closed as I recognized it as ‘Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran.’ Great. I’m hearing things. Ace must have fucked me so hard last night that now I’m hallucinating. Ace and I made love throughout the night, barely stopping to rest until the sun came up. He explored my body, and made me feel things I couldn’t even imagine. It was the most romantic and pleasurable night of my entire life.

I thought she would… make me let her meet her mom or worse, she would want a divorce. Closing my eyes, and deciding to kiss the softest I could, I leaned closer and placed a feather-light kiss on her lips. She kissed me back and I got away. “Thanks” she spoke. “Now, sleep” I looked at the woman in front of me. This woman… damn, she is different. I don’t know. She is the first one who made me have these thoughts… the thoughts of loving her. But no, I will not. Even if she is the most beautiful lady. Even if she is with the greatest personality. I will not. I can’t forget anything. I still remember. Love is Fake. It ruins.

Only this time it is followed by another and another forming a waterfall. "Don't cry," he whispers in that grovelly voice that will probably haunt me to my fucking death bed. He lifts the back of his palm to my face lightly, brushing my face lightly, like you would do to a child, "or you will ruin that make up before I get to do it myself." "Over my dead body," is all I get to say. One minute my face is pale with horror and anger over the words he just uttered the next my fake boyfriend walks towards the bathroom, so casually like he didn't just rock my world upside down. And worse? I’m shaking.

Each encounter left him undone, a man drowning in the very essence he claimed to abhor. Amid these musings, the visage of Kate slithered into my consciousness, her image conjuring a derisive chuckle that rippled through the stillness. "That woman is nothing but fake,” I scoffed, rising from the bed to stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, baring my soul to the ocean's vast judgment. "A façade of silicone smiles and counterfeit charm." I examined my reflection, noting the genuine light in my eyes, and the earnest swell of my lips. In that glass, I saw the truth—a stark contrast to the illusion Kate paraded before the world. Everything about Kate is fake! Fake ass, fake face, fake smile,

He glances at me, his face going soft before reaching out, grabbing my hand. "You're a lot of fun, you know that?" he chuckles, and I blush. His other hand reaches out pulling my chin up, making me look him in the eye. The song "Let Me Love You" by Ariana Grande can be heard from the club, the bass vibrating the truck.

he groans as I rub myself along his cock. He's hard, which is never a surprise. My face still has yellow bruises. The stitches came out a few days ago, but my face is still puffy around the bone implant. He looks at me like I'm beautiful. His kind of beautiful. I lift to my knees and position myself so I can sink down on his cock. I place my hands on his chest and slowly lift my hips, lower them, and lift. Our eyes remain locked. So much love. God, I've missed this. There's no connection on earth that even comes close.