On My Own Pretending He's Beside Me Novels & Stories

Then he leaned closer and murmured, “We need to pretend.” I turned my head slightly, my expression blank. “Pretend?” “That we’re fine. That we’re happy,” he said under his breath. “That we’re still sharing the same room.” I stopped in my tracks. He looked down at me, tense. “Just until they leave.” A hollow chuckle escaped me. “So I’m your Luna again—just for today?” His jaw clenched. “You always were.” I didn’t respond. I just turned back toward the hallway and resumed walking.

She even offered to help give my husband 'massages' at night. Their clothes were entangled on the ground as their undressed bodies moved under the covers. The atmosphere was steamy in bed. How were they not afraid? Well, it was only normal that they were not worried about anything because I was 'blind'. I opened my eyes in the dark. It felt so disgusting that I wanted to throw up, but I pinched myself to hold it back. They had no idea that I had just been joking when I claimed to be blind. They started to go about their filthy ways when they heard that I could not see.

I know most people my age have done even worse, but I always believed in keeping my firsts for my mate. His eyes darken as he leans in. “Does that mean—” he pauses. His eyes roam around my face. I swallow hard, clearing my throat. “Nothing special. Please. My knees hurt now,” I whisper, regretting my decision to help him. I should have minded my own business. His thumb rubs over my bottom lip. “Little Sparrow, you make it hard to pretend you don’t exist,” he mumbles, and my breath catches. What does he mean? Does it mean…

They promised he'd still be there when I came back. But I couldn't leave him. Every time I thought about walking out of that room I saw him lying there alone and my chest seized up and I couldn't breathe. On the second day I climbed into the bed beside him. I curled up against his side with my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes and pretended for just a moment that he was only sleeping. That he'd wake up any second and tell me everything was going to be okay. But he didn't wake up. And I stayed.

Oh… So that’s how he wanted to play it. I sat across from him, crossing my legs slowly. No pants, just the hoodie. His eyes flicked up, caught the flash of skin and then back to the paper like he didn’t see anything. What he doesn't know is that I will continue bothering him, the more he acts like this. I always get what I want and I want him. “What are we doing?” I asked. He sighed. “We’re pretending it didn’t happen.” I laughed mockingly. “Wow…Is that easy for you?”

Just the rustle of containers, the quiet hum of music from his speaker, and the rhythmic tapping of his ringed fingers on his thigh. Then he looked at me, really looked at me, and said, “You know, you’re the only person who ever gets me to stop pretending.” My fork froze midway to my lips. “What do you mean?” He shrugged, eyes flicking away like the words had slipped out before he could stop them. “With everyone else, it’s like… I’m always playing a part. The youngest son. The weirdo artist. The one no one takes seriously. But with you…” His voice trailed off, but the silence between us was louder than anything he could’ve said.

I hated that a part of me still measured myself against him. I told myself to ignore him. Pretend he wasn’t there. I moved to the far end of the aisle, pretending to study the diet milk. My fingers curled tight around the carton. That’s when I heard his voice. “Hey… you’re River’s friend, right?” I froze again. Slowly, I turned. He was closer now, just a few steps away, his tone polite. His expression calm, like we were just two strangers making small talk. But I felt my pulse spike.

A safe one. I stepped aside, grateful and embarrassed all at once. Cassian washed the dishes with calm, methodical movements. I stood beside him drying plates, our shoulders brushing occasionally tiny sparks every time. Halfway through, he spoke without looking at me. “You don’t have to pretend around him.” I froze. “Pretend what?” “That you’re okay.” The words hit too deep. My voice barely came out. “If I don’t pretend… I’ll fall apart.” He turned to me then fully.

He pretended to be one of them . I stopped my activity when I heard a creaking sound of door . I wiped the tears off my face before that person notices me . I don't wanna look weak anymore . I don't want him to get happy seeing me in misery . It will provide him satisfaction to see me withered .

“Sure. But if your ex so much as looks at you sideways, he and I are going to have a real friendly chat. Navy SEAL style.” Be still my treacherous heart. As he steps closer, heat blooms low in my belly. Tonight, he’s pretending to be mine. The trick will be convincing myself it’s just pretend.