Romans & histoires My Fake Boyfriend Book

' "She’s a woman who knows exactly what she wants." "And what if I want both of you to stop talking?" I whispered. The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush a diamond. I looked at Asher, then at Jax. The "fake" relationship I had with Asher was a lie everyone believed. The "childhood crush" I had on Jax was a truth I couldn't escape. But in this moment, under the dim lights of the mansion, the boundaries didn't just blur—they vanished. I reached out, my left hand tangling in the hair at the nape of Asher’s neck, while my right hand slid into Jax’s silk-soft locks. I pulled them both toward me.

she explained and I nodded my head in relief. The lady didn't say anything else, she adjusted back into her seat and I took my eyes out of the window. “I am going to act like Julianne Crawford, I am going to loot from the Crawford. They have so much and wouldn't notice if anything goes missing. I am now a multi-billionaire’s daughter-in-law and I'm going to act as one. I am no longer Quiva Jones a pickpocket, but Julianne Crawford.” Chuckling at my thought, I rested my head on the backrest and closed my eyes, inhaling the cool breeze.

She’s standing with me. “I was so stupid.” She hums. “We all are, honestly.” I laugh weakly through my tears. “Yeah, but who falls in love with their fake husband, Ryan?” “Umm, have you seen Mr Lucien Deveruex?” I want to laugh at her joke but the tears come again, slower this time. “I’m such a mess,” I say. “ You can’t even let someone like me adopt Mila legally. My life is a wreck.”

Inside was a dream; tall walls, open space, windows so big you could see everything yet nothing at all. The isolation of the property both excited and scared me, and the longer I walked around holding Armani’s hand, the more I began to feel a little hopeful again. My concerns over the last day felt silly — presumptuous. Though a part of my brain was still very aware that this could turn sour very quickly, I allowed myself to enjoy this simple few minutes with my fake husband and even smile, just a little bit.

“How long this time?” “Two days.” He set the book down. “How do you feel?” “Like I got shot twice,” I said, smiling faintly. “But better. Especially after what I just heard.” “You were listening?” “Hard not to when you’re reading dark romance in that voice.” “This voice?” “Yeah. The one that makes book boyfriends seem real.” A small smile tugged at his lips. “Should I be jealous of fictional men now?” “Maybe.” My gaze dropped to the book. “What is it?”

*middle finger emoji*] What the fuck is a book boyfriend anyway? Why would I need to compete with a fictional character? I scoffed inwardly. ‘Because she’s probably in love with the idea of a first love and someone strong and gentle who sees her with all her flaws and still loves her.’ Terk shot back. ‘You still need to figure out your feelings for her. Even though it’s obvious to me that you are in love with her. You are just late for your own party.’ I scoffed, ‘I’m not late for anything.’

My smile wavered when I glanced between the two and the strange closed off look on Sean’s face. “Sean was my high-school boyfriend,” she said happily, my smile freezing. “We were the it couple back then, weren’t we, Sean?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

As much as I wanted to stay with him, to talk to him, and to know more about him, I couldn’t bring to convince myself. The next day in the basketball gym, I pretended nothing had happened. We had an exhausting training when we only had two more days left before the tournament. I went to the locker room right after cleaning the gym and took a few hours of sleep after drafting a new chapter for my BL book titled “Boy’s Love and Beyond.” My very first book was with me and Christoph as the main protagonists of the story. Six hours later, I was caught by surprise when someone’s arm was wrapped around my chest.

I took the phone from her and glanced at the name of the person who uploaded the picture and it was my worst nightmare. The name ‘Adrian Sanders’ was clear for me to read as well as his picture, I forced myself to look down at the caption of his post and my whole world shattered. ‘She never learn, after the bet, I thought she would step up on the game but all it took was for me to order a few dozen flowers and she took off her clothes and landed on my bed. I went with the flow, promising her heaven on earth, but the truth is, I’m tired, I’m tired of pretending to be someone’s boyfriend. I want to go back to my old life, having as many girls as I want and the best way to do that is getting ri