Novel & Cerita Rent A Boyfriend App

"Seems like everyone's starting families left and right these days... and here some people are, just a couple of lonely bachelor watching from the sidelines." Suga grumbled in agreement with his thumbs idly flicking across his phone screen, totally zoned out from his surroundings. Robert raised an eyebrow at his brother's device-focused disinterest. "You know, instead of wasting your life away on that thing, you could try downloading a dating app like Tinder or something. Might actually help you finally find that special someone to settle down with." Suga looked up in confusion. "A dating app?" he echoed. "What are you even talking about, dude?"

The club was alive with pounding bass and flashing lights, a perfect escape for anyone wanting to lose themselves in the rhythm. But for me, the music was just noise, and the lights only made the shadows in my mind darker. I had come here with my friends to try and forget, to drown my sorrows in a sea of strangers, but the recent betrayal was too fresh. My boyfriend—no, my ex-boyfriend—had been cheating on me. And with Nikita, my supposed best friend. The image of them together, tangled in each other in that hotel room, was seared into my mind.

He muttered to me. “No please, it’s okay. He is just doing his job.” I said, not wanting the guy to lose his job, even if he was a jerk. “You have a good heart.” He smiled, then looked me up and down hungrily. I felt my good heart flutter. “What are you doing here at the app launch? Are you interested in tech?” He asked. “Yes and I am here to meet my boyfriend.” He tried to hide his disappointment. “Boyfriend? He is here? Well I’ll leave you to find him. I’m here to see someone too.”

My friend Jennifer has been telling me for years that I should try for a threesome or something more adventurous but Jerry was never convinced. Well I have been rolling the idea around in my head for a while but didn’t really know where to start. What am supposed to do, walk up to a guy and say “Hey lets fuck, bring a friend?” So I did what any sane person would do and I did an internet search. Turns out there’s an app for that. So I downloaded the app and started swiping! I uploaded a few sexy photos and filled out a few forms and bam I started to get PMs and dick pics, the whole nine yards.

Reality wasted no time proving me wrong. "Hold on a minute." Rhea's eyes gleamed with dangerous cunning. "I'm here for one more thing." I sighed. "What now?" She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed against me. "I'm sure a man as altruistic as you has no trouble helping a poor damsel like me. So here's the other thing I need help with: be my boyfriend."

With a single glance, it felt like he'd measured, assessed and dismissed me. “And this is?” “My boyfriend” Vanessa answered without hesitation. My head snapped back to her. Boyfriend? That wasn't the damn agreement. But I kept quiet, and noticed even tighter hesitation. From… Jasper. His jaw tightened, barely. But he hadn't broken just yet. “Boyfriend?” the lady beside him repeated with a soft laugh. “That was quick.” “Kelly” Vanessa muttered under her breath. She didn't hesitate at this one. She sternly stared, as if her dim dark eyes were enough to tear a hole through the lady.

“You suggesting we just… share?” My pulse kicks hard between my legs. The thought has lived in my head for months, late-night fantasies I always shoved down because it felt too dangerous, too greedy. But tonight the tequila strips away the shame. “I’m suggesting we stop pretending we don’t all want to climb each other. But we’re broke, remember? So here’s the crazy part.” I take another swig, the burn fueling the words. “There’s this underground app I found on a shady subreddit. Anonymous clips, masked faces, no full shots of eyes or tattoos. People pay insane money for real chemistry. We film ourselves, together, no strings, split the cash four ways. Pay rent, buy groceries, maybe even slee

"I know. He's coming to the dinner." "For how long?" "A week, apparently. Back to Singapore after the engagement dinner, finishing out the rest of his three months." Rhett said it evenly, watching my face for a reaction. "Does that change anything for you?" "It means I only have to deal with him properly for a week before I get my life back." "That's a very generous way to describe your own boyfriend." "He's not, " I stopped myself, recalibrated. "It's complicated." "Everything about this is complicated."