Novel & Cerita Is National Girlfriend Day Real

“Yes, it’s very hard to believe. You’ve never had a girlfriend in your adult life.” “Never?” Jessica questioned, trying to get Malcolm to grip her finger in his fist. “Depending on how you define girlfriend, I have dozens of them. Had,” he rectified. “The series of women you string along in every town aren’t girlfriends; they’re conquests,” Brian said. “Well, Reagan is my girlfriend. And she’s going on tour with us.” “How long have you known this chick?” Brian asked. “We met yesterday.” “And did you decide she was going on tour with us before or after you f**ked her?”

"Fine. You're my girlfriend." "Wait, what?" "We're girlfriends. End of discussion," "No that's not what I m-" He starts. "-You said that you'll lemme watch the Final if we became girlfriends," I cut him off. "No I said if you become my girlfriend," He responds. "I am your girlfriend. And so are you." "I'm a not a fucking girl." "Well you're the one who wanted to be my girlfriend." "Boyfriend. Not your girlfriend." "Well too bad, you're my girlfriend and I'm watching the Final tomorrow."

“Of course not. You’ll always be my princess.” Her little brow furrowed. “Then who is she?” I folded my arms, grinning smugly. I needed to hear him explain this one. “She’s my friend,” Cade said after a pause. “And since she’s a girl… she’s my girlfriend.” The girl blinked, clearly thinking this through. “I’m a girl, right?” “Yes,” Cade answered carefully, falling straight into the trap. “And I’m your friend, right?” “Yes.” “Then I’m your girlfriend too!” she declared proudly.

The conversation was getting annoying already and it was easier for me to get up and leave but for some reason unknown I sat back. "Six billion girls in the world but I pick you to be my girlfriend 'cause you are special," he rebutted and I threw my head in another direction. "You have nothing to say, it's just a role, right? How long am I meant to act and by the way I don't think my work schedule can allow that," I replied. "I'll triple the pay, honey. Just act as my girlfriend and soon-to-be fiance and I get what I want," his face dead serious. "Okay...but how long?"

"Be my girlfriend for one night." UNTIL NOW, Knoxx’s words are still ringing in her ears. He offered her to be his girlfriend at the anniversary party which would be held by his parents. She doesn't have a choice but to accept his offer! If not, bye-bye ID. She needs to take it, of course! It’s a national ID! That's what she also uses to verify her identity whenever she receives job offerings.

Holy moly, Batman! Nate was … he was … incredible. Sigh. It’s a shame I couldn’t wake up to him beside me but I’m quite sure we’ll have more chances in the future. Right now, he’s focusing on his dream. And I have to support that. Yes, I will be a supportive girlfriend for him. Oh my God. I couldn’t believe I just said that! I did, didn’t I? Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend. I’m Nate’s girlfriend. I’m the girlfriend of Nathaniel Moore.

Chloe retorts, crossing her arms in front of her chest, her brows rising in defiance. I offer her a smile. "As sweet as it may sound, girlfriends don't carry that much weight to men like us," I explain. "None of the guys from the Irish Kings or the Triads in Chinatown, for example, would give a shit about my girlfriend if there's no ring on her finger. It's a statement, Chloe, and well, girlfriends don't scream that in our world. Some of us have plenty, if you know what I mean." I bite the side of my cheek so as not to smile at the way she grimaces at what I implied. It's cute, actually. If I didn't know her any better, I'd think that was a glimpse of jealousy.

Smiled like he’d already won. “Deal.” Fourteen days later, I was losing my mind. Two. Days. Left. And nothing. Every woman I met? Not it. Either fake, shallow, or didn’t even get past a full sentence without annoying me. “You could just hire someone,” Ben had said on our way out of the building one last night. A fake girlfriend. The idea was stupid. Risky. And fake. Just like the women I was supposed to be avoiding. “No way,” I told him.

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.

While Adrian exchanged conversation with the various people, I stood next to him with my most beautiful smile on my lips and acted the role of his wonderful and supportive girlfriend. He’s too good at this that it made me feel out of place to be at his side. It’s been a few months now since we’ve made our ‘fake’ relationship public. Everyone in the hospital now knows that we’re dating ‘with the intention of getting married in the near future’. Well, that’s the story that we gave them anyways.