Novel & Cerita My Fake Boyfriend Book

“She’s going all Austen’s Emma on me. She has this crazy idea that I need a boyfriend and is setting me up with guys she thinks Jack will be okay with. I can’t refuse or she’ll know something is up. I just turn up, talk, and that’s it. I don’t even give them my number. It’s all fake.” “Fake?” “Uh-huh. I just go so she doesn’t get on my case about it. Besides, if it was a real date I wouldn’t have left him there to come running here after you, would I?” His body relaxed, tightness leaving his muscles, and he pulled me from the wall into his body. He pressed my face into his neck. The way his arm was wound tightly around my body lets me know he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t want to lose

The kind that keeps you chained even when the door’s wide open. “But seriously,” I said, leaning in, “cheaters hate being cheated on. Classic hypocrisy. Why not get a boyfriend? Parade him around. Watch Daniel implode.” She blinked. “A boyfriend? Where am I supposed to find—” Her gaze snapped to me. “You.” I choked on whiskey. “Me?” “You!” She jabbed my chest with a finger. “You owe me. I just saved your merger. You’re contractually obligated to be my fake boyfriend.” “Pretty sure that’s not how contracts work—”

The system chimed, cheerful and cruel as ever. [Main Mission Activated: Become the CEO’s Shield.] [Task: Accept Fake Relationship Proposal.] [Reward: +15 Affection Points. Failure: Host Termination.] Termination. Again. My lips twitched into something that might have been a smile. “Fake boyfriend. Sure, I can do fake. I’m amazing at fake. My whole life is basically fake.” Dream tilted his head slightly, his tone flat. “So you accept.” “Do I even have a choice?”

”Not without consequences. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing my ear. “How about we continue this game for the next two days?” “What…what do you mean?”My voice was barely a whisper. “We will pretend we are dating just to spite him more, and also I want to strike a business deal with him, so you on my side, might just make it easier.” Two days pretending to be engaged to this intriguing stranger? It was insane. “What exactly do I have to do?” I asked. His dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Everything a real fiancée would do,”

It was this guy beside me who had the idea of telling them. I pressed my lips together. We are going to my fake pad where I live. And my fake work as a freelance graphic designer who has already had commission work with the biggest companies nationally and internationally. And my fake history life, where at the age of six, I lost my parents due to an accident, and my grandmother took care of me until I graduated, and last year, my grandmother died of old age. I have no family. What a sad fake life for Vara Samonte, and an idiot who'll fall in love with this guy. That's his idea again. I hissed.

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over and fuck that attitude out of you since the day you moved in. This is your chance to get a fake boyfriend… and the real fucking you’ve been fantasizing about every time you touch yourself at night.” My face burned. “I don’t…” “Don’t lie to me, baby,” he murmured, voice dropping lower. “I’ve heard those soft little moans through the wall when you’re playing with that needy pussy.” Holy shit. I should have told him to fuck off. Instead, my traitorous body was already aching for him. “What if someone finds out it’s fake?” I asked weakly. “They won’t. I’m a very convincing actor.” His hand slid down to rest possessively on my throat, not squeezing, just holding. “An

“Win-win? For who? You get a free tutor and a fake boyfriend to play with. I get to lie to everyone and risk everything blowing up in my face.” Aaron’s gaze dropped to my mouth for a second before flicking back up. “You’re already lying to everyone. What’s one more lie if it actually helps you?” My hands curled into fists at my sides. I wanted to shove him. I wanted to pull him closer. The conflict burned in my chest like acid and honey mixed together. “I don’t even know how to fake date,” I shot back, lifting my chin defiantly even as my voice wavered. “I’ve never dated anyone. Not once. I don’t know how to act, what to say, where to look—”

She reads with a laugh. I frown. “Don’t listen to shit they say.” “Oh, but it is fun.” She says. I grab my seat beside her and push the plates closer to us. “Oh, would you look at that. She says this is definitely a pr stunt, a fake relationship, nothing they haven’t seen before.” She reads. She looks at me with a smile. “They know you are my fake boyfriend.” She says. “Am I?” I ask. She looks at me and something flickers in her eyes for a brief second but it is gone as fast as it came. She looks away from me and pulls her plate closer.

Make the whole school believe the captain had finally picked someone worth keeping. And every second I’d remind myself: this is fake. This has to stay fake. Because if the real feelings I’d never fully killed off started leaking through… I closed my eyes, forehead dropping to the steering wheel. This was already more complicated than I’d bargained for. And we hadn’t even had our first fake lunch yet.