My Fake Boyfriend Book Novels & Stories

For him, I learned to bake, just because he said that after an attack, the only thing he wanted was a sweet treat from me. For him, I learned to maintain his guns, rubbing my fingerprints raw. For him, I even learned to gamble, winning him money in those smoke-filled, grimy underground casinos. My gallery laundered over two hundred million in dirty money for him over the years. But in his eyes, I was still just the student he’d once sponsored, the charity case he’d pitied enough to make his girlfriend. He never thought I was good enough for him. In Caius’s apartment, I handed him the holster.

Something colder. “What did he say?” “That I’m a user,” I said. “That this is fake. That I’m fake.” Alex was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Is any of it true?” The question stung. Even though it was fair. “No,” I said. “But I used to believe it was.” He nodded slowly. “That’s not the same thing.” I studied with him. “You don’t have to defend me.” “I know,” he said. “I want to.”

Ever since Karli and I were kids, they’ve always treated me like one of their own, and I’m looking forward to seeing them again after all this time. But I have to admit that I’m a bit embarrassed for Dr. and Mrs. Brighton to see that Istilldon't have my shit together.In fact, I’m even more of a hot mess now than I was before they jetted off to Europe. Before they left town, I was an unwed mother with a lousy boyfriend. Now, I’m notjusta single mom—I’m homeless single mom, living off the generosity of their last eligible son. I can’t imagine what they’re going to think of me.Their opinions probably won’t be very positive and that makes me nervous. But since I’m not getting out of going to din

What changed in the last 10 hours? Three minutes passed before I got another reply. T: Aubrey F: Knox That's beside the point. Why a fake boyfriend? What is the ad exactly? I rolled my eyes at his reply but decided to ignore the comment. T: Knox F: Aubrey I need someone to pose as my fake boyfriend for my family over Christmas. Just one week and after that we part ways and I give you two grand for agreeing to it. After hitting send I leaned back in my couch, suddenly feeling nervous. What if he did change his mind and would do this for me? I wasn't even quite sure we'd even get along. We already snapped at each other earlier. What would happen if we spent a week together?

Better yet, I wouldn't think I'd sleep with him, knowing all our interactions and flirting in public are fake. But now the lines smear beyond recognition, unable to be redrawn. I don't even know what's fake or real anymore. Except the way he smiled, laughed and allowed me to open up to him today in the barn... That was real and nearly lifted my heart from my ribcage. I'd never seen him so free. A rare glimpse into such a complicated man. The living room seems so small. I bite my lip as I take another step and avoid his intense gaze, looking down at the ground. Until you're on your knees crawling on the edge of an orgasm.

Which wasn’t that fake after all. She had to cover Emma’s mouth every once in a while to prevent her from screaming or making noises inside the library but Florence was able to tell everything she could remember, keeping the steamy details of their nights together, of course. Emma didn’t need to know that much anyway. “Holy sh*t,” Emma whispered, trying to put the pieces together in her mind. “I thought you were faking your marriage. Is he good? In bed, I mean.” Florence’s jaw opened in shock.

I paced back and forth in the outer room of the Rosewood Hotel’s ballroom, the most luxurious place in the city, trying to convince myself this was a good idea. Hiring an actor to be my boyfriend for the day wasn’t a bad thing, although ridiculous, but I didn’t have any other option. My ex-boyfriend was getting married to my fake best friend of all people. So yeah, I just experienced the "scumbag boyfriend and the fake bestie" novel/drama saga, except it isn’t a novel or drama, but my own life.

“You hired someone to stand beside you, to look convincing, and to make your ex sweat. I did that. So why does my identity suddenly matter?” My laugh came out sharp - almost hysterical. “Because I did not hire you,” I said. “I hired a fake fiancé, and now I’m standing here with a real billionaire who apparently knew my name, my scandal, and my family before I even opened my door.” His expression did not change. “And?” he asked. “And?” I echoed. “And it feels like everything else about you is fake too.” His gaze hardened just a little. “It doesn’t matter what’s real or fake about me,” he said, his voice smooth but with steel underneath. “What matters is that I did exactly what you paid for.”

"I know there's nothing shameful about reading, about learning, about being curious about life. And I know that someone who spends their time tearing other people down probably has their own issues to work through." The book looked fragile in his large hands, but he held it carefully, like it was something valuable instead of something to be mocked. The sight of him defending not just me but my interests, my curiosity, my right to explore and learn, made something warm bloom in my chest. Charlotte leaned closer to me, her voice barely a whisper. "I think I'm in love with your fake boyfriend right now." "He's not my boyfriend," I whispered back automatically, but the words felt strange leavin

I was drunk, unhinged, fucking blind and squinting from having chugged tequila and then I TOLD HIM EVERYTHING! I told the guy that my beautiful sister thinks I’m fugly. Stupid. And way too lazy to keep a relationship alive(I leave dishes everywhere and blame my cat!), and that no sane man would ever want to be my boyfriend. The man? He was amused and agreed to be my fake date for the wedding. (again, this is happening now. In ten minutes to be exact!) The problem? HE IS WAY OUT OF MY LEAGUE!