Pretendente Surpresa Novels & Stories

the delivery boy muttered. My mind flared up at the mention of his name. My face lit up with surprise . I quickly signed and collected the package. My fingers trembled as I unwrapped the sleek black box. Inside was a dress , a shiny navy-blue luxurious silk dress . A note was tucked beneath the fabric. “Wear this . 9PM. Four seasons Hotel. Penthouse.” My mind rumbled at different thoughts. Has he finally chosen to be with me ? Is he ready for commitment? Will our relationship finally be open ? What’s the surprise?

"Come on it's a surprise, and so I can't tell you right now. Trust me, you would love it." She frowned, "Why do I have this feeling that I won't like this surprise." She said air quoting the word *surprise* "Trust me babe, you would love it. I do not disappoint." I said charmingly, I stretched my have forth so she could place her hand on mine, she stared at my hand refusing to place her hand on mine. "Come on babe, just trust me. You are going to love the surprise I have planned out. Believe me, you are going to absolutely love it." I gave her my best charming smile, she huffed then placed her hand on my outstretched palm.

She wondered if he did spy on girls he brought home. She grimaced whilst remembering acting like one of his slútty girlfriends. A blush tinged her cheeks as she realized she had been naked a few minutes ago. "How much did you see?" She crossed her arms in front of her and glared at the camera. "I promised I didn't see anything. Moreover, stop glaring at the camera, it did nothing wrong. " Jason chuckled. "Why should I believe you? You said you weren't a pervert, but now I'm thinking otherwise." Said Ximena, whilst smoothing her dress.

“I wanted to, well I was wondering if you… I suppose there’s no right way to ask a person this so I’m just going to come right out with it. Would you be my girlfriend?” “W-what?” I felt completely thrown. “I don’t even know you.” “No, no, no.” Ethan laughed. “Not like that. I just want you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” “Pretend?” I asked, still confused. He knew this was ludicrous, right? “Why would I pretend to be your girlfriend?” “Well actually, I was thinking you’d first start off pretending to be my girlfriend, and then if all goes well in about six months you could pretend to be my fiance.”

Or he would say something that makes me forget I’m at work and don’t want to go to jail. “Hmm… let’s see. I already know how your fish tastes and certainly wouldn’t be worth money to have another taste. But if you pay me twenty, I’ll give you around in the bath….” Brant’s stomach-churning proposition was cut short. And surprisingly, not because I decked him. No, as much as I want to claim I did, I froze. That crippling panic rose at the mere suggestion of Brant touching me. I blinked as Brant went from leaning on the counter like the creep he is to the floor with a familiar figure on him.

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?”

Amelia pouts, shaking her head. “I’m your pervert”Liam whispers in her ear,his hands trailed on her laps to her hips tugging on her pant waistband,Amelia shakes her head refusing him while smiling. “Why pretend like you don’t want me”Liam kisses her jawline. Amelia was about to say something when the door open revealing Elliot,Amelia eyes widened as her eyes scans the position her and Liam were in and felt embarrassed.She tried coming down from the counter but Liam was blocking her.Liam was a bit confused on why she was feeling embarrassed all of a sudden and slowly turned back to see Elliot standing with a smirk on his face.

I really couldn't believe Roman bought a whole limousine for a date, like it was nothing. "There's wine over there, would you like to have some?" He asked as I felt the vehicle move. I shook my head as my hand unconsciously spread over my abdomen, "No, I'm good." "Okay, baby." "So where are we going for our date?" I asked as Roman placed his hand on my exposed thigh. "It's a surprise, doll. Telling you will ruin it." He muttered, his hand straying upward, underneath my dress. I huffed, "Very well then."

As the first course arrived, one of the men – Samir, if I remembered correctly – leaned forward with a glint in his eye that made me want to reach for my metaphorical armor. "Ms. Silver, I must admit, we were... surprised by this morning's news." My fork paused halfway to my mouth. Here we go. "Oh?" "Your engagement to Mr. Russo. It's quite the power move." I set my fork down carefully, mind racing. Deny it, and I'd appear weak or indecisive. Confirm it, and I'd be diving deeper into this charade. A charade that, a traitorous part of my brain whispered, might not be entirely unwelcome.