Fake Boyfriend

by P. G. Van

  “Judge you? For writing such a wonderful script. If anything, I’m impressed.” He smiled.

  “Is it good?”

  He nodded. “Why did you not tell anyone about it yesterday?”

  “All those prudes treat me like I sell my body for money just because I write romance. If I tell them I’m working on a script for Roses and Chilies, they will assume…”

  “That you write for the adult industry. So what?” He shrugged.

  She blinked, unable to process his words. “Seriously?”

  “Why do you care? You do what you are good at, and boy, some of the scenes are intense.” He let out a hissy breath which made her cheeks heat up. She bit her lip looking away from him.

  “Thank you. And I am not writing for the adult industry, the production house is picking up romance and romantic thrillers for their web series.”

  “Good. Happy for you.” He smiled and added, “I should go.”

  She reached out to take his hand in hers. “Thank you for…”

  “Thank you for being my girlfriend last night.” He chuckled before picking up his bag and added, “And for helping me make my decision.”

  “What?”

  “I am going to invest in the app that you used to hitch a ride with me.” He winked, making her blush.

  “Where are you headed now?”

  “Back to my farmhouse. I am still on vacation.”

  “Nitesh… stay.” Her voice was a whisper, and something tugged in his chest, but he smiled, framing her face in his hands.

  “I need to go now, but if you are here tonight, we can go get dinner. I am not staying far from here.” His voice was soft, but the intensity it held made unrecognized emotions swirl through her.

  As if in response to the unresolved emotions she felt for a man she had known for less than twenty-four hours, she threw her arms around him and held him to her in silence. It felt like she had known him all her life and wanted to spend more time with him and not be her fake boyfriend.

  Chapter 10

  “You and Nitesh make such a cute couple. Too bad he could not spend the entire weekend,” Madhu said, making Tara feel guilty about lying to her friend.

  “About Nitesh, I need to tell you…” her voice trailed off when Chetan loudly walked into the room.

  “Tara, where is your boyfriend?” Chetan asked, placing her car keys on the coffee table in front of her as she sat next to Madhu in the sunroom later that afternoon. She wondered why Chetan had her car keys.

  “He had to go.” She looked up at him and saw his entourage walk into the room, smiles on their faces.

  “Really? You couldn’t afford him for more than twelve hours?” Chetan chuckled, rather cockily.

  “Shut up, Chetan,” Tara growled.

  “What’s going on?” Madhu interjected.

  “Ask your best friend, Madhu. She brought a stranger to the party after her car broke down on her way here yesterday. I still don’t know how she managed to hire a guy who drives a Lamborghini.”

  “Shut up, Chetan,” Tara repeated, glaring at him.

  “Madhu, why is your friend so stupidly in love with me, and why does she try to hide it?” Chetan laughed, and it only made Tara want to slap him.

  She was glad her friend came to her rescue by stepping in between them. “Stop talking crap, Chetan.”

  “I’m talking crap? Ask her why her car was dropped off by a mechanic. She was on her way here when her car broke down. I don’t know where she picked up that guy she brought to the party.”

  “Tara?” Madhu looked at her, shocked.

  “He is right about my car breaking down but…”

  “Your lovely boyfriend magically appeared from nowhere to drive you here?” Chetan laughed.

  His laughter had annoyed her for the longest time, and she could not take it anymore. Tara stepped past Madhu and swung her arm striking his cheek. “Stop it. I’ve had enough.”

  Chetan looked shocked and looked at her like she had kicked a puppy, but Tara turned to look at Madhu. “I am sorry I lied to you about Nitesh and about meeting him the day you wanted to go wedding shopping. I only asked Nitesh to go with me to the party because I liked him, and he is not really my boyfriend.”

  “Boys, what did I tell ya? She cannot be with anyone else.” Chetan celebrated like he won a war, giving his friends hi-fives.

  Tara ignored Chetan and looked at Madhu. “I’m sorry for lying to you.”

  Madhu was about to say something when Karan walked into the room. “Tara, did you get your car keys? Nitesh wanted to take care of your car in case you wanted to go home sooner. He called to tell me because he couldn’t reach you on your phone.”

  A silence fell over the room, and Tara nodded taking in the confused expressions of the group, but she truly only cared about clarifying things with her best friend. “I will explain everything later, but I need to go now.”

  When Madhu nodded, Tara looked at Chetan. “Listen, I had a strong crush on you when I was seventeen, and the emotions I felt made me want to express myself. I give you credit for getting me started on my writing career, my romance-writing career. But when I say I’m over you, I am. I need you to know I was with another guy when I was in college, and I never saw the need to tell you that detail. And if you keep thinking I’m not with someone because I am still madly in love with you, then I can’t help it. If that helps with your ego, I am okay with it. Keep thinking I will be pining for you for the rest of my life.”

  Chetan only blinked and looked at her in silence. Tara smiled and looked at Karan and Madhu. “Nitesh and I had a lot of fun last night. I’ll see you guys later.”

  Tara didn’t wait any longer. She wanted to see Nitesh. The man who was her fake boyfriend made sure to have her car fixed when it was the last thing on her mind. A man as understanding and non-judgmental as him is who she wanted.

  She hopped into her car after loading her bag into the back seat and headed in the direction where Nitesh was supposed to be all day. She could not wait to see him again.

  Chapter 11

  Nitesh stared out at the window unable to focus on the strategy work he had hoped to get done while he was staying at the farmhouse. He could not stop thinking about Tara and wondering what she was doing. He was bummed when he could not reach her by phone under the pretext of updating her on her car.

  He had taken her keys in the hopes of being her ride back when she was ready to go. Even as he walked away with her keys without telling her, he justified his action as a way for him to see her again. He would not have been able to leave the farmhouse if he didn’t have a sure shot of seeing her again.

  He wondered why she had not called him back and ended up calling Karan to have the car dropped off at the farmhouse. He signed up to be her fake boyfriend, and that’s probably all she needed for the time being. He felt a connection with her but wasn’t sure if she felt the same.

  The insistent knocking on the front door brought him out of his thoughts. He was not expecting anyone, especially when the couple who took care of the farmhouse was away for the weekend.

  Nitesh opened the door, and the sight in front of him made his eyes light up. He smiled looking into the dark almond-shaped eyes that sparkled at him. “Tara.”

  “Nitesh… good, you are here… I just came to…”

  He wasn’t listening to her. He took one step toward her, pulling her to him, his lips crashing over hers. She let out a moan against his lips, her fingers gripping his hair.

  Tara had no idea why she was driving to Nitesh’s farmhouse. He had left in spite of her asking him to stay, making her wonder if he would even want to see her, but she had decided to go because she needed to know.

  “Baby…” he murmured against her skin as he pushed her back into the wall, his teeth grazing over her heated skin.

  She tightened her fingers in his hair, welcoming the shock of the situation that was deeply satisfying. When his lips moved upward to join them with hers, she opened her mouth
and tilted her head giving him better access, a lot more than he demanded. He took it, sliding his tongue past her lips for a cajoling kiss.

  He pulled away from her mouth to look at the woman who was full of surprises, including showing up at his doorstep when he was least expecting her. He had not met a woman like her and could not believe his luck. He wanted to bury himself deep inside her, but her moans were more seductive than the idea of being cocooned in her sheath.

  “Nitesh, I… I wanted to see you… I…” She panted as he continued to layer butterfly kisses on her skin.

  “I’m so glad you came. I was going nuts.”

  As if his words were the fuel she needed, she gripped his hair between her fingers and launched herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. He kissed her with a hunger she had never known, a desperate need to taste her, and a need to suck the air out of her lungs.

  He walked them to the kitchen area and sat her on the counter without breaking their kiss. She felt emotions she could not describe, sensations that set her ablaze, and thrills she could not contain. She pulled on the hem of his t-shirt and pulled away briefly to pull it over his head.

  Their mouths melded again, and she roamed her hands over his body, taking in the dips and peaks on his chest before placing her palms on his face. “I want you.”

  She felt the shiver pass through him in response to her words, and the next thing she knew, her back was crashing against a bed set to one side of the studio cabin. “I want you so bad, I can’t stop.”

  She smiled, looking into his eyes, heat flaring to her cheeks. “I won’t stop you.”

  A short while later, Tara’s mind was reeling from the never-ending blasts of pleasure through her body as she settled next to Nitesh. She had never had such an orgasmic tornado run through her so quickly. She didn’t think her body was capable of hitting so many peaks the way it did under his expert seduction and lovemaking. Her body lay limp as his arms held her to him possessively.

  She moved slowly, kissing his arm as they lay naked in one another’s arms.

  “I slapped Chetan today, and it felt good.” She laughed.

  “What? The guy who made butterflies flutter…”

  She didn’t let him finish. “No. He deserved it for calling you a paid boyfriend.”

  Nitesh chuckled. “You slapped him?”

  “Yes, and I told him why I behaved that way when I was around him, and it felt good. I thanked him for helping me get started on my romance-writing career, and I left to come to you.”

  He grazed his lips over her damp skin. “You are such a heartbreaker. I need to keep you from breaking more.”

  “Will you be my boyfriend for the wedding, too?”

  He chuckled. “It will be me, sweetness. Only me.”

  “I never thought I would meet someone like this, never.” She smiled coyly.

  “Not even in your stories?” he teased.

  “Not even in my wildest dreams did I think I would take a fake boyfriend to a party and then, now, within twenty-four hours, be here with him.” She smiled leaning in for a sweet kiss, knowing it would lead to sweet yet mind-blowing lovemaking and was excited about their time together.

  Epilogue

  A few months later…

  Tara drove her car up the circular driveway, her heart thudding with excitement. She hadn’t seen Nitesh in over a week, and the video conferencing they had been doing while he was on a business trip didn’t count.

  She gathered the saree she had on for a girls’ dinner at Madhu’s house, eager to see Nitesh.

  Tara was having the most amazing time of her life. Her fake boyfriend for the party had turned into her boyfriend by the time the wedding happened a couple of weeks later, and she swore she saw tears in her father’s eyes when she introduced Nitesh to her parents.

  She went up the stairs and fumbled for the key, but before she could open the door, it flew open. She let out a squeal of joy when she felt his arm around her waist before she was swept off her feet.

  “I missed you, baby.” His breath was coming fast as he planted kisses along her neck trailing up to her lips. His hands trailed over her body, pushing the thin fabric of her saree away to run his rough hand over the soft skin of her belly. “I haven’t seen you in a saree since the wedding. You look ravishing.”

  She arched her body, hugging his head to her chest. “God, I missed you, too. So much.”

  He pulled back to look at her. “I dreamed about you every night.”

  She smiled coyly. “What was I doing in your dreams?”

  “All the naughty things you wrote in your script.” He walked them to the living room and placed her on the couch as he went down on both knees next to the sofa.

  “You read it already?”

  He leaned closer and pressed his hardness into the softness of her body. “Look how hard this has made me.”

  “I think I can take care of the rod.” She roamed her lips on his skin.

  “I can’t wait…” he growled, making a shiver pass through her.

  He continued to stroke her skin drawing circles with his fingertip in a tease. When she felt his hand slide up her thigh, she knew she would soon be reaching for the much-awaited climax.

  “I thought you were going to strip for me.” His breath was hot on her cheek as he pushed her saree up to bunch at her waist, and when his fingers touched the apex of her thighs, he let out a groan. “No underwear, dear wife?”

  “Just like in the script, dearest husband.” She moaned when he ripped aside the saree from her body to kiss her exposed skin with an uncontained hunger.

  Every muscle in her body tensed as if in anticipation of the seismic experience she had every time he touched her. He stroked her folds with his fingers, and she bucked against them, wanting more, and he plunged his fingers into her depths causing her to gasp. He continued to ram his fingers into her making her want to pull her hair out.

  “Nitesh,” she screamed throwing her head back, and as if that were his calling, he pulled his fingers out and opened his dress pants, kicking them away before he plunged deep into her to build up a rhythm.

  “Let go,” he simply ordered while kissing her, and it sent a bolt of energy through her with a spark of sheer desire igniting her.

  She moaned, unable to handle the prequel to the shattering orgasm. The very next moment, she swore she saw fireworks in front of her eyes when she felt his teeth dig into her breast over her fitted blouse making her come undone.

  “I love you, Nitesh.”

  “Baby, you are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

  Tara lay in his arms a content woman, married to the man who was the most supportive and understanding, and most of all, hotter than any of the book heroes she had ever written about. She had never thought she would be happily married to the man who she had asked to be her Fake Boyfriend for one night.

  The End

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