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I finally tell Kiara, “I’ll probably dump him and move on.” She studies me for a beat. “Look … you know I don’t buy into the fairy-tale nonsense. Or soulmates. Or destiny with good lighting.” She pauses. “But I know that’s what you want. And I think you’re just looking in the wrong place. Or more accurately … at the wrong guy.” Maybe. But the right guy is an asshole. Possibly a donkey. Definitely a menace. She clicks her tongue at my what-the-fudge face. What does she know anyway? Ren is my first boyfriend. She knows that. He could still be the one. Couldn’t he? Maybe my nuclei are lagging. Maybe the big BAM moment is just late.

I still hadn’t told Marie about any of this. I shook my head and looked out the window. She was going to lose her mind when she found out I’d agreed to a fake relationship with my ex-boyfriend’s stepbrother. I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet. I’d tell her later, when I had a better explanation for my own decisions. The car pulled up in front of one of the most luxurious shopping plazas I’d ever seen. I was just staring at their nice collections through the transparent glass, like I always did whenever I passed by on my way to work, when I heard Mike’s voice.

he's very handsome. He's also nice. He's already interested in me. So… what if I make him my boyfriend? I've only had one of those before -unofficially- but he was my stepbrother, so I never had the chance to do normal girlfriend-boyfriend stuff. Maybe I'm old enough to do it now. And maybe having a boyfriend would be helpful while I'm dealing with the Carrington boys. Brian's appearance on TV only lasts around five minutes, so I send him the photo.

The view was so pleasing and beautiful. "I owned this club when I was 18. My dad gave me a land as a birthday gift and I built this. Isn't it great?" He asked. "Why did you bring me up here?" Michelle asked. "Um..I know it's too early to ask but, would you be my girlfriend?" He asked. Michelle tried her best not to laugh but, she couldn't hold it. She laughed out loud, covering her mouth stylishly. "You don't know anything about me, yet... You want to make me your girlfriend"

Clifton retorted, “okay, we will discuss on the party resources later, Laura said, and she ended up with the phone conversations, Laura had been eagerly waiting for this wedding party for months, but she was faced with a dilemma. She didn't have a partner to accompany her to the event and, being a big and rich lady, she was nervous about approaching a man who might turn her down. However, she had heard about a new service that rented out boyfriends and girlfriends for events like these. Laura considered this option but was hesitant to choose Clifton to accompany her. "There's got to be someone I know who would be willing to go," she thought to herself, scrolling through her phone contact lis

" We're strict with our rules and we follow up with offenders who go against our rules. We have our ways of dealing with them and sometimes, they are not with mercy." I stole a glance at Hank. He saw me watching and he growled. I suddenly got the message clearly. I should've known nothing goes for nothing in this deal. There was something fishy about this deal that's soo important to these three people that if I go against their rules, it would warrant serious penalty against me. Well, what I didn't know couldn't hurt me, could it? I was simply here to be a contract boyfriend. The money was incredible. With $500,000 I'm on my way to become one of the richest boys in the country. The temptati

Kent suggests casually. I tense. “Trevor, your ex-boyfriend, Trevor?” Kent snorts softly. “Not my ex-boyfriend. Just a former fuck buddy. He manages an apartment complex with a fully-equipped gym. He lets me and a few friends use it whenever—as long as we clean up afterward.” My stomach tightens unexpectedly. Friends with benefits—I agreed to this. But hearing Kent casually mention a guy he used to sleep with, someone still in his life, sparks a strange, uncomfortable feeling inside me. Jealousy. Shit. This isn’t good.

I said. He stopped and turned back to look at me. He laughed after a few seconds. "Let's talk about this when I get back, okay? I promise I'll have dinner with you tonight," he said. His voice sounded like he was coaxing a child. The door slammed shut. Soon after, the sound of his car faded down the street. I sat on the sofa, staring at that gaudy necklace on the table. Suddenly, I had an idea. An hour later, I walked into the most exclusive private club in the city, the Laurel Manor.

~Devin~ “Who’s the lucky guy? Is he that rumored Brazilian model, Daniel Cortez?” Kendra continued to squeeze out information from Ren about this boyfriend of hers. Ren’s cheeks burned with a crimson shade. My fist clenched and unclenched while waiting for her answer. “No. Daniel and I are good friends. This guy I’m talking about is not showbiz, so I’d like to keep it that way for a while.” Kendra huffed demurely, unsatisfied with Ren’s vague answer. “Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?”

"But I won't tell you his name." This picks up Rebel's interest. Even though she has no clue who Nathan is, she is a person who needs to know everything about everyone. Her curious mind is her weakness. "Maybe if you told me their name, I could... Become your roommate? I can pay the first rent, seeing I have more money. And once you get paid, you can pay me back." "That sounds fair," I flash her a broad smile, bracing myself to say the following sentence out loud. "Nathan, that's the guy I'm dating right now. He is my… He is my boyfriend."