Novel & Cerita Pretend You're Mine

Deep breaths in and out, I closed my eyes to regain control. “You are the first person I am saying about this. Pls, don’t say a word to another.” I grabbed my mobile and admitted it to my friend. “I feel like I might faint.” Ignoring whatever she had written after her “OMG” message, I let my phone slide from my lap to my feet and hid my face in my palms. Before I had a minute to myself…or maybe to faint, I was startled by a surprised guy’s voice “M, what the Hell?”

I look up at his emerald eyes, feeling feisty “ if you wanted me to pretend to be your wife so bad you should of worked harder. giving me a small trail of kisses doesn’t count as an engagement ring. Besides, I think I would rather join fate and see why you had to kidnap a bride.” I can’t believe how taunting I sound, what on earth is it about this man that can bring out this side of me.

I just don't know if being arrogant is really his persona. A playboy. I quickly let go of him, and he did the same thing. I don't have the face to show to him. I felt embarrassed. My cheeks up to my ears felt warm. I was obviously blushing even if I'm not doing it on purpose. I felt hot all over my body because of him. “My job here is to pretend to be your fiancé, not your plaything mister. And after I'm done here, you're bound to bring Luk back to us.” I told him without looking at him.

he murmured, his gaze fixed on hers. Before she could react, his hand closed around her arm, pulling her up so their faces were inches apart. His height towered over her. One hand slid to her waist, pulling her against him, while the other traced the wet line of tears down her cheek. “You’re mine,” he said quietly, the words laced with danger. “My property.” Her breath caught. “I’m not property. I deserve to be loved—truly loved—by someone.” His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. Then, a slow smirk. “We both know the truth.”

“Tonight you’re mine.” “Tonight I’m yours.” His arms tightened around me. “And you’re mine.” I fell asleep like that, wrapped in the arms of a man I couldn’t have. Pretending that the world outside this room didn’t exist.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"So much that it kills me everytime I can't see him." "I miss you too ..." He whispered. My heart pounded and I was ready to speak when he spoke again. "Just pretend I'm your boyfriend," He said so I suddenly fell silent. Pretend? "But I can't crush you, huh? We can't lose, girl!" Suddenly the voice hissed so I laughed and closed my eyes. "Okay ..." I murmured. "Pretend you're Phoenix, huh?"

As her breathing labors and she begins to pant, I reach for her waist and flip her over. "Having you ride me," I growl, "is fucking amazing." Her eyes open wide as I slide in and out, slowing her rhythm and creating my own. "But now it's time to remind you who's the boss." Her smile grows. "Show me, sir." I almost lose it as I take over and we fall in sync. As she shudders around me, her red lips forming the perfect O, I remember her word. Pretend. This is pretend, but not the way she's been defining it. What is pretend is my show of control. Kimbra Jones has it all. I'd fall to my knees and beg her if I could make this weekend continue.

Waiting for me to speak the words that will cement everything. I mutter it under my breath, voice low, promise heavy as iron. “Once she’s mine, they’ll all see.”

I blurted, then clapped a hand over my mouth. Maya froze. “Wait. THE Adrian Harrington? Billionaire, broody, terrifying cheekbones?” I nodded miserably. “He asked me to… pretend to be his girlfriend. And I said yes.” The silence lasted a single stunned heartbeat. Then Maya exploded—half laugh, half squeal. “You WHAT?” “I know, I know—” “You WHAT?” She threw her arms in the air. “You said YES? To the human embodiment of a stock market crash?”

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t