Rent A Girlfriend App นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I'm sure this isn't the right way, Rachel. We could simply work for a living, just as so many other people do.” “Work for a living, that's what you mean," she insisted, "But you don't have to worry so much, sister. It's a secure app, and I won't even reveal my identity, I'll just put real pictures of my body, and I can wear a mask on my face. Men will pay for the privilege of being the first to see my "attributes".”

"God, here's another poser!" My roommate, Fiona Sharpe, grinned as she shoved her phone at us. Its screen showed a student chat group where a bold message stood out. It read, "Urgently looking for a female date—must be attractive—to accompany me to a banquet. You'll receive ten grand upfront as payment."

My girlfriend, Loretta Summers, is an introvert and quiet by nature. Even our daily conversations are limited to things like, "Have you eaten?" or "Are you asleep?" Then, at a New Year's class reunion, I see her chatting animatedly with a guy, Ivan Lane. That is when I realize— it is time for us to break up.

Stacy nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! It's perfect. You can find someone who shares your interests and values. And who knows, maybe you'll find your own Liam." Isabelle chuckled, "I doubt it, but I'll think about it." Stacy grinned, "That's all I can ask for. Now, I should get going, Liam's waiting for me." As Stacy left, Isabelle couldn't help but think about her friend's words. Could she really find someone who understood and supported her? She shrugged, dismissing the thought, but her mind kept wandering back to the idea.... Isabelle downloaded the "Better Half" app, but her eyes widened when she saw the $500 subscription f*e. "Who has money to waste on a dating app?" she thought. Her fing

I demanded. Rachel opened the app with the unique logo, designed specifically for secret dating. It was membership-based, and since everyone wore masks for privacy, they weren't shy about sharing. "When you were hospitalized, I saw Queenie using this app. I investigated and found out she's been on it for..." "For how long?" I asked. Rachel whispered, "For ten years." Ten years.

She scrolls with a frown, "Blue Moonlight, Moon Essence, Red Haze, Silverline, Dark Moon. They're all too far." "That's what im looking for." "Amelia, there are no names here just contact info," she gasps, "What—" "That's how it works on the app." “I'm familiar with it,” Thalia nods. Nova chokes, her eyes shifting between Thalia and I. Thalia recommended this app to me, I said it was for a friend and now she knows I lied, "Oh here," she shakes her head, putting out my phone. "I'm going to throw up." She rises, fanning herself with her hand.

Levi smiled, "We'll be exploring affiliate marketing partnerships with fashion brands and retailers. We'll also offer in-app purchases for premium features and virtual styling sessions." The room fell silent, Kat watched as they talked to each other. Her eyes met with Freya's who winked at her and then looked away. "We're on track to launch HeartThreads within the next nine months. We believe this app has the potential to revolutionize the dating app landscape." Kat concluded. Levi gave her a thumbs-up and a smile. The meeting concluded with Freya applauding them for a good job. Kat's eyes were so heavy that they felt they would close at any second.

The 3 PM all-hands meeting was already underway when Audrey Mitchell, the CEO's wife, shoved the door open, her expression cold as ice. She marched straight at me and slammed a photograph onto my laptop keyboard. It was taken in a luxury hotel lobby. A young woman was trying to wrap her arm around Benjamin Mitchell, our CEO, while he held his hands up in a gesture of resistance. "Dylan, is this your girlfriend?" More than a hundred people packed into the conference room, collectively holding their breath. The room went dead silent. Beside me, my intern, Zoe Brooks, slowly pushed back her chair and stood up. She turned to look at me. Her eyes were red. "Dylan, last month in the break r

The app links you up with people in your area at first, and, kind of like Tinder, you swipe yes or no on them and have it reveal one way or another what they think of you. Second, total discretion. Everything that happens in the confines of this club stays just there. We actually have to sign a nondisclosure agreement to that effect. I like it, though - it gives me a little more freedom to do what I want, to bring all my fantasies to life. I can be a different version of myself here, and I can hardly wait to find out what she might be into.

"Wait, isn't she a Valley girl?" Unfortunately, my mango seltzer wasn't doing much of anything for me, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Your girlfriend is here." Stacy whispered quietly into my ear, and I turned around to glare at her. "Stop it." I warned, which made her giggle. I watched her as she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me, desperately trying to stop thinking about the technicalities of our friendship.