My Fake Boyfriend Book の小説・ストーリー

This guy is a bit weird ah, I don't know what to do anymore. "Ahm ... Don't say that." I said softly and immediately avoided looking at him. I was shocked when he touched my face and gently stroked my cheek. I didn't look at him, he put his face close to my ear and whispered his baritone voice to me. "Then, I'll show you how to get you from him." He threatened me so I swallowed hard because of nervousness. Oh God !. Who can I be my boyfriend ?. Just for him to stop me ?. I need a fake boyfriend! The one who pretends to love me !.

“He’s the one who told me. I went to a clinic because I felt like I’d been hit by a train all week, and guess who walks in with my test results like a plot twist from a soap opera?” “What?” Abigail practically shrieks. “You've had no contact with the guy for almost two months, and then out of the blue, Dr. Sexy just waltzed into your exam room? That's crazy? I swear, if you're pulling my leg.” “Chill, chica, there's more,” I exhale. “He claims he didn’t even know it was me until he looked up from the chart because I'd given him a fake name back in Chicago.” “Oh my God. I told you that was going to get you into trouble someday. Jesus, Em. What were you thinking?”

It seemed that he had no plans of dropping the subject until he saw the man himself. I brought up this fake boyfriend story to help assure Jennet that there is nothing to worry about. But he is ruining everything by asking so many questions. 'Let me check.' As I spoke, I took out my phone and thought about which coursemate u should pretend to be my boyfriend. The best option that came to my mind was Jakes, he is like the cutest guy in Willsburg college. I visited his F******k page and immediately saw a picture of him in front of the school. Jakes was so handsome that he could be a match for Stanley, so I smiled and showed them the picture.

What were they playing at? “Look, I don’t know what’s going on and I think I deserve to know something at this point. What's your deal with the guy?” he asked. I gave him a flat look. “It’s none of your business.” He looked vaguely offended. “Oh, it is now. You introduced me as your boyfriend, remember?” Then he shook his head and took a step back. “You know what? Never mind. You don’t have to tell me. Because I’m not doing this. This fake boyfriend thing? Hell no.”

I explained, and this time his big brown eyes come to meet mine, offering me a small nod. “Yeah, I guess I get that.” He smiled. “So what else did I do seeing as you seem to have turned me into some serious romantic love-sick fool?” And there we lay for I don’t know how long discussing all the things we could explain with regards to out past together if anybody were to ask us. Some we were able to intermingle the truth of our friendship, others were well and truly imaginary, which we had fun creating. There had been so much laughter, and smiles as we lay side by side chatting about everything under the sun, building this oddly fake relationship we needed to make everyone else believe. Yet, b

After my mom babbles a few more things, well actually almost an hour passes, making Daniel dizzy about how nice love is and what it's like to meet that person who makes you sigh like a fool. Ronny has to intervene as usual to put an end to his long talks. "Woman, give them some space. "I can hear him say. Reluctantly she gets up at the same time that Ronny does to drag her to the bedroom, if he doesn't, he never leaves. They leave Daniel and me alone. And as soon as the door closes, my fake boyfriend sets his eyes on me again. "We need to talk" he suddenly releases. I'm making a mess. I figured that was what he was going to ask for, but I didn't think he was going to be very calm, but annoye

he continued, “and you, Miss Rose, will play that role. It's going to be for a few months. Maybe 2 or 3, thereafter, we will go our separate ways. You do this, and your debt is cleared, entirely.” I was dumbfounded. My ears couldn't believe what it had just heard. He wanted me to be his fake fiancée for 3 months. This wasn’t just ridiculous, it was humiliating. A billionaire playing god with my life, expecting me to just… agree? I let out a bitter laughter, “What? You're joking. This must be a joke, right?” He didn't flinch. He maintained his gaze on me, hands in his pockets… he looked very serious. The laughter soon disappeared.

“You really love that word for someone who’s never had to spell it.” His eyes finally met mine. Heat. Ice. Chaos. I swallowed and tried not to combust. “I was curious,” I said. “You never told me why you need a fake girlfriend.” “For a business deal.” I blinked. That was… honest? “What kind of deal?” He smiled lazily. “Curious, are we?” “Yes. I’m literally sitting in a car with a man I barely know, about to have dinner with his billionaire father. I think I deserve a few details.”

"You're disgusting! Get out of my way!" He hadn't expected me to curse him out, and his face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, I shoved him aside, took Jordan's hand, and headed straight out. Livio froze, staring as we walked away. Then he exploded. "Diane Ward, this is pathetic! You really think faking a marriage will force my hand?" "Fake marriage?" I snorted. "Whatever you say." His lips pressed into a thin line. "This has gone far enough! It was just a dumb bet. Do you have to make a fool of yourself like this?"