My Fake Boyfriend Is The Real Boss

Chapter 2

Word Count: 924 | Released on: 12/06/2026

ded on the cake sitting on the coffee table. The carefully piped letters spell

ng on a pair of jeans, and Natalie, wrapping one of hi

aded, his voice desperate

what? That my boyfriend and my best friend are two scumb

talie, her eyes sweeping over the woman she had trusted with all her secrets. Th

," Alexis said, the words t

lips as she buttoned the shirt. "Oh, please. Sister? You

land, but the pain was a distant, secondary sensation to the r

, bitter sound. She pointed a trem

voice finally cracking with fur

flicted. "Alexis, come on. This ap

ere her purse lay on a chair, snatched it up, and rummaged i

of the room, and with a flick of her wrist, t

r that echoed in the tense silence. The

aid, her voice dropping

ave. She wouldn't spend another second in

phone buzzed in her purse. The sharp, insiste

lowed with a picture of her smi

alie freeze. The timing was a crue

n room. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to force he

, M

ie! Are you with Kevin? I was just calling to remind you about the family dinn

wound. Announce their engagement. The ring box was t

her shoulder. Kevin and Natalie were watching her, their expressions a mixture of

r know. Not like this. Not

ightness she didn't feel. "W

"Don't forget you promised me you'd get married t

ame easily, a desperate shield. "Kevin's on an important wor

dear. Kiss Kev

e her mother coul

ent was thick with irony. It was broken

cking little sound,

something i

he didn't walk. She ran. Down the three flights of stairs, her bare

ysical blow, crisp and clean. I

ree tries to unlock her car. She slid into the driver's seat and

g wheel. She wanted to scream

me. Her eyes we

eech of tires, she pulled out of the parking spot and drove away, not

through her windshield. She had no destination. Sh

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“I spent two years being the perfect girlfriend. Baking birthday cakes. Planning surprise parties. Never asking too many questions-until I walked in on my boyfriend Kevin and my best friend Natalie in my bed. No tears. No screaming. Just the cold clatter of my keys hitting the floor and the final swipe of my thumb erasing him from my life forever. I drove through the rain with nowhere to go-until a man stumbled out of the darkness and into my headlights. Andrew Espinoza was soaked, broke, and homeless. The heir to a billion-dollar empire, disowned by his father for refusing an arranged marriage. He had nothing but the wet suit on his back and a dead phone in his pocket. I should have driven away. Instead, I shoved two hundred dollars into his hand and told him to get in. Now he's sleeping on my couch, wearing my dad's pajamas, pretending to be my boyfriend for my nosy mother. It's a simple arrangement: I pay him. He plays the part. He gets a roof over his head. No questions. No feelings. Strictly business. But the man who grew up with silver spoons doesn't know how to boil water. And I, fresh off a two-year lie, don't know how to trust again. When Andrew looks at me with those dark, unreadable eyes-when he steps between me and the wreckage of my old life without hesitation-I start to wonder: Is he still acting? Or is the line between fake and real starting to blur? "I'd marry her tomorrow. But a decision that important... I'm leaving it entirely up to Alexis." He said that to my mom. I felt it in my chest.”