Romans & histoires Real Life Dating Games

I wanted to keep the secret of the mate bond a little longer, so it wouldn’t be tainted by others' thoughts and feelings, so I provided a half-truth instead. “I don’t know if you know this but my dad lost his fucking mind and decided to hold a game which he calls ‘The Mating Game’ where Miles and Orion have been competing for my hand in marriage. They had to come back for this meeting with you so they brought me along to meet the pack since I’m going to be a wife to one of them.” “More like both,” Lex purred with a sultry snicker. “Don’t get me started with you. We will discuss what just happened later,” I shot back my reprimand.

There were soft lights, music and drinks. The guides clapped their hands together, drawing everyone’s attention. “Alright, you lovely couples!” one of them announced cheerfully. “We’re hosting a few fun games tonight, may the best couple wins!” I glanced at Damien. He raised a brow. “This should be interesting,” I murmured. “Mm,” he hummed. The first round was simple, it was a compatibility game with questions being asked and answers had to match. “What’s your partner’s favorite food?” “Favorite color?”

“Mom was telling me you and her can teach me how to win mafia!” Dante’s brow furrows just like mine did a minute ago. I jump in quickly. “It's a strategy game. Social deception. In each round, the kids vote someone out.” “The bad guys pretend to be good, and the good guys pretend to be bad.” Bryson adds. “I see. Well, your mom’s right, we definitely do know a thing or two about winning those sorts of games. Don’t we, honey?” He winks at me, and I return his smile.

But really, NOTHING ever happens at those things so no one cares. “Actually I need people to be auctioned. Like you win a date, people bid on you, then they get you for the rest of the evening. The game is early, it starts at 4 so the auction is at 8, plenty of time to still enjoy the night life. We had a limo company donate a few cars and some restaurants donate their time and space for the dates,” she said, hopeful. I looked her up and down and squinted a bit, trying to be sure I chose my words wisely. Which meant I was quiet for a long minute.

Since when did dating simulation games become so popular? She puckered her lips and begged me with her eyes. "Won't you do it for a friend?" "No." "I might need some backup." "Not my problem." She looked at me then sighed with resignation. "Fine. But if you ever beg me to lend you the game, expect a big NO to it. Some friend you are! Leaving your friend all alone...." I stifled a laugh. "Sorry, Jen. I'll make it up to you - And don't give me that look or try to guilt me with our friendship. It's not working. And besides, mom and dad are going out on a date leaving Stella alone."

That’s a yes. So we end up in a canoe, squished close enough that our knees touch. I pretend not to notice, but it’s all I can focus on. That and the fact that we kissed this morning and now we’re pretending we didn’t. Except we’re not pretending. We’re really not talking about it. Fake dating is so simple, right? The canoe wobbles slightly, and I instinctively grab the sides. Liam notices. “Nervous already?” he asks. “Only because you look like you’re about to reenact a shipwreck,” I shoot back.

He was talking to one of the girls— Hailey. Of course. Perfect smile. Perfect hair. Perfect everything. And he was smiling too. That lazy grin that made people melt. I wanted to throw something. Before I could, the producer clapped his hands. “Alright, everyone! Today’s challenge is called The Jealousy Game!” I froze. “The what now?” He grinned. “Each of you will flirt with another contestant — your job is to make your fake partner jealous. But don’t break character. We want real reactions. Let’s see which couple can make it the most believable.”

I can't stand her doing whatever sick game Erik had in mind with some random guy because in Erik’s game, relationships don’t matter. “Tonight’s game is all about dark desires.” Erik announces. “Guys have already drawn a card...Ladies it’s your turn.” The ladies there took their cards and he shuffled them. The card he made me pick is burning a hole at the back of my pocket. The need to pull it out and show it to her for her to pick me is strong but it’s not allowed in the game. It’s just a random guess and the guys match with the girls according to the cards.

"We just sat together and had breakfast." "Mhm." "And a bunch of sophomore girls cornered us." Claudia nods. "That's right. I saw that. What was that about?" I sigh dramatically and throw myself onto my bed. "They thought we were a real couple." "...Well..." Claudia shrugs. "Technically, everyone else thinks you are." "They made us play one of those stupid 'How Well Do You Know Your Partner?' games." There's silence. Claudia seems to have just processed what I'm saying. "Wait... That's what you guys were doing? Oh my God. Tell me everything."

"That actually works. We just need to adjust the story of how we met. Two years ago, I was in New York on a business trip. While I was there, Liz came for a visit and brought her friend, Lena, along. We got to talking, and we started dating. I recently proposed to you, so now you're my fiancée." I stared at him. "Look, I don't think you understood what I said before. Whatever you're hiding from your parents, or whatever lie you told them, is none of my business. I don't want to get involved, you can contact someone else to play your fiancée." I turned and began going down the steps. "I'll pay you," Marcus called out. "Your services won't be free." "I don't need your money," I replied. "Maybe