My Fake Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

Once I made sure no one else was around, I said, "You've probably noticed that every guy in the school has started asking me out now, right?" "Yeah, I did. Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?" "Yes, I'm getting tired of getting 3 people asking me out every day. So I wanted to know if you would help me?" "Sure. But how can I help?" "I wanted to know if you'll be my fake boyfriend?" "You want to go out with me now?" "No, I said fake boyfriend. We would tell everyone we're dating so the other guys will leave me alone." "So you just want to use me?"

"I wasn't stalking anyone. And I'm definitely over it. Enzo and I are friends now." Alicia folded her arms, her gaze hard. "I just don't want you getting any ideas," she muttered. I laughed, but it felt thin. "Oh, don't worry. I ship you two. Really." I forced a smile. "My boyfriend will be here soon." Lie. My "boyfriend" wasn't showing up. Zayn, the guy I'd begged to be my fake date, had vanished this morning. I hadn't heard from him since he'd missed the flight, and now I looked like a fool.

Ivy I nearly frolicked on my way to college. I feel like a woman in love, except I'm not. Gosh, I can't wait to see my fake boyfriend! My heart is beating faster with excitement. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I finally spot Ryder in his usual spot, surrounded by his friends. He looks up as I approach and gives me a cold stare that sends shivers down my spine. "Hey," I say and wave enthusiastically.

The waiter glanced between us like he wanted gossip but valued his paycheck too much to ask questions. I quickly corrected the misunderstanding before placing my order. Which felt wildly ironic considering I was literally here to ask Cole to fake date me. Once the waiter left, silence settled over the table again. Awkward. Painfully awkward. Then Cole reached into his bag and pulled out a large envelope, sliding it across the table toward me. “I’ll agree to being your fake boyfriend,” he said calmly, “but on my terms.” I stared at the envelope suspiciously before opening it. Inside was a printed contract. An actual contract. For fake dating. I looked back up at him slowly.

And it was glorious. “Oh, F.uck. You feel incredible”. I wanted him to kiss me, but he just stood there, looking at me with so much tenderness that it melted me. And then he was moving, our bodies connected in sync. But it was more. We were saying with our bodies what we wouldn’t say out loud. When my climax hit me, my eyes filled with tears. I can’t deny it anymore. I fell deeply and truly in love with my fake husband. Matt came soon after that and I felt him pulsing inside me for a long time. We held each other for a while, breathing hard, unable to break the connection.

"This is fake. Don't let it get to your head." "Fake!" I raised an eyebrow. "How is it fake?" I asked, loud enough for others to hear. "He's my boyfriend, and I'm sorry if you two expected me to wail and cry for weeks, or maybe months. Too bad I found a better man, and he's doing more than my ex ever did or ever will, so honey, if I were you, I'd be looking for a man who'd take care of me, not the other way around. No one wants to marry a liability, be it a man or a woman."

, he almost turned into a stammerer. “But if I may ask, what will…” “Get me the account Lewis!”, I cut him short. “You did not ask yourself what sending a fake bride my way would do!” He jumped slightly on his seat out of fear, his hands shook horribly. I enjoyed the sight of exercising my dominance. Anna and Mr Lewis were like the pun in my game, I will be sure to use them well.

I rest my head against his chest as I try to catch my breath. His lips dust my forehead. “Don’t bother going to sleep.” His hand drops between my legs and he spreads them so they hang over each side of his body. He starts to work me again; his three large fingers slide into my wet, swollen flesh. “That was the entrée and this is a ten-course meal.” Four hours and four showers later, I lie in the semi-darkened room with my fake husband. The light is just peeking through the crack in the drapes. My head is on his chest and his large, muscular arms are around me. The night has been unbelievable to say the least.

It was simple, genuine, the kind that didn't demand answers but quietly offered support anyway, and after the emotional hurricane my life had become lately, something that uncomplicated felt surprisingly nice. "You have no idea." "That bad?" A short laugh escaped me, though there wasn't much humor behind it. "If I started explaining my problems, we'd never get to chemistry." His eyebrows lifted, as he closed one of the textbooks, "Now I'm curious." "Trust me." "I shouldn't be?" "Absolutely not." That answer only made him more curious, which was unfortunate because there wasn't a version of the truth that wouldn't sound completely insane. How exactly was I supposed to explain that my fake boy

The smile on Deborah’s face disappeared. “How could our family’s cash gift possibly be fake? Are you trying to scam us?” I stared at Deborah. “The bank ran it through verification twice. It’s undeniably fake.” “The cash gift we gave you was a real twenty thousand dollars. How did it turn fake once it’s in your hands? You two have been married for a whole year. Who’s to say your family didn’t swap it out?” I clenched my fists. “The money came from you. I never touched it. Today was the first time I took it out. That’s when I found out it was fake.”