The Act Boyfriend Novels & Stories

I look beside her and immediately recognize the boy as the precious quarterback whom coach Murphy and these hungry students adore so much. Then it clicks; they are the golden couple. The beautiful girl is Angel and the quarterback Kevin is her boyfriend. "He said he will pay for everything."

Ivy I guess my fake mate didn't like my acting because currently, he is staring at me, scowling. "What?" I ask. "Did you really have to yell this loud?" he barks. The look of annoyance on his face makes me giggle. "Okay, sorry. That was stupid. Maybe we don't have to yell the word mate at each other. We can just act like we are in love." Ryder lets out a deep sigh before nodding his head. "Fine, but let's try to make it believable. No more of that overacting you just did."

I answer His jaw ticks but I can't seem to find the switch to shut my mouth "Why don't you just go back to your new toy huh? Leave me alone,this is Ronan's role so stop mixing up yourself for your brother." I spit with so much venom. "Step-brother." I huff, "Whatever you want Brandon. You don't have any right to act all possessive with me,you're not my boyfriend." "Your so called boyfriend didn't even notice your state back there,he didn't come after you and here you are saying it's his role, he's just a pathetic loser." "Stop! I don't care about your opinion Brandon,just go back to Bree." "So this is about Bree?"

I rolled my eyes, “Can you hear yourself? You still do not want me to know who you were on a call with!" “It's not your business, Avery!” I fired back, he paused and looked at me from the distance he stood, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, he wanted to say something but then breathed out, pacing back and front like he was tensed. “You have a boyfriend? Do you have one?” He finally said I shot him a glare, and the anger surged, “Tell me! Do you!” He yelled, I shot him a deadly stare, how could he insinuate such things?

one reporter asked. "Yes." "Is it serious?" "Very." "Are you planning to get married?" "That's none of your business." The next day, the headline read: "HOCKEY STAR COLE ASHFORD PLANNING TO MARRY MYSTERY BOYFRIEND." Jay laughed when he saw it. "Mystery boyfriend? I'm not a mystery. I'm just a barista." "You're not just a barista. You're an artist." "An artist who works at a coffee shop."

Chloe looked at me. "Megan. He is not interested. He will never be interested. He loves her. That is not going to change." "I was not trying to change anything." "Then what were you trying to do." I did not have an answer. --- I drove home. The streets were empty. The lights were green. My phone buzzed. My boyfriend. The law student. "How was dinner." "Weird." "Weird how." "The boyfriend is intense." "Intense how." "I do not know. Just intense."

What we had between us was like a gigantic web, which trapped me and rendered me immobile. After goodness knew how long, the party seemed to come to an end. Suddenly, the door behind me opened. I turned around and saw Celeste standing there. She wore a pleased smile on her face as she stepped toward me. “Samantha Kane.” She stood before me and looked at me condescendingly. “How does it feel to watch the person you love throwing me such a huge birthday bash?” In an instant, I understood what was going on. Elliot had not sent those bodyguards. It had been Celeste.

She gets up and walks straight to me and in my face. "It's for the public right?" I moved back from her. I couldn't be cut up in double the mess this already is. "Then we'll have to act it right." I shook my head and walked past her. "And what does your boyfriend have to say about this? You run to your so-called ex to 'act’ when you're not supposed to give a damn. That's silly, don't you think?

I told her. "What do you mean?"she asked me. "Anastasia, I'm your boyfriend now right?" I asked. "Yes you are but I'm just thinking about you. Maybe you're ashamed to be with me"she replied. "Are your exes like that with you? Well, I'm not like that" I answered seriously and held her hand. I saw her smile at what I did and I was comfortable at those times even though other people were looking at us. I don't care anymore.

I inquired, struggling to piece together the situation. "Who else? It's your boyfriend. He's been acting like a kid, saying stuff like, 'Alex, I got lost in her beauty; I forgot to ask for her number... I need her number; give it to me. No, don't give it to me; she might think I'm a stalker. I'll just ask her myself, or... I'll get it from you.' Can you believe it? This guy has lost it since he came back from your house. What have you done to him? He's completely obsessed with you," Alex rambled on, his words a mix of amusement and frustration.