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FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â đ«„đ«„
Robert's eyes twinkled. They were both clearly thinking the same thing, and the realization hit him with a rush of excitement.âIs it what I think it is?â he asked, his voice filled with curiosity.Sophia shifted a little, her nerves apparent as she tried hard to convince her Inner self, that thi wasn't stupid. There was a look on her face, one that seemed to say, Look, I know this might be stupid, but Iâm kinda desperate here.Robert shifted, his brows raised, waiting for her to spill whatever crazy idea she had in mind. The silence stretched for a moment, thick with anticipation.Sophia finally took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleevess she spoke with Robert over the phone. âOkay, donât laugh, alright? But... what if you pretended to be my boyfriend on the cruise?âRobert smiled, then a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, one that quickly spread across his face. He didn't try to hide it cause, it was just him in the room at the moment. âYou want me
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â WEEKEND
I was finishing up my makeup, just adding the final touches to my eyeliner, when I decided to text Robert. âIâm ready,â I typed quickly, still trying to keep my hands steady as I applied mascara. Almost immediately, my phone buzzed with his reply.âOk, text me your exact address.âI sent it to him, still getting excited about seeing him. It was just a chill weekend, but it was also three days before the boat cruiseâour boat cruiseâand I couldnât help but feel a little giddy. I checked myself in the mirror one last time. I had on a pastel-colored sweater, soft and cozy, but still cute enough for whatever the day might throw at me. My black leggings hugged me just right, showing off my legs, and my ankle boots gave the outfit that little extra edge. I added a simple necklace and left my hair loose. Casual, but still good enough to turn heads, I hoped.Right as I was finishing up, I heard the faint urrung of a car engine outside. I frowned, pausing mid-brush stroke.Ge was here so soon? I
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â JUST CHILLING
ROBERT'S POV Sophia stood up with a little smirk on her face and said, âGuess itâs time I whooped your ass.âI couldnât help but laugh, leaning back against the couch, shaking my head. âWeâll see about that,â I said, getting up. I was already planning on winning this, and I wasnât going easy on her just because she was Sophia.I led her down the hallway to my gaming room. As soon as we stepped in, you could see the whole place was set up to impress. Dark walls, LED lights running under the shelves, the kind that changed colors based on your mood. There was this sleek, matte-black gaming setup with dual monitors, high-end gaming chairs, and a sound system that could probably wake up the entire estate if I cranked it up. Posters of classic games lined the walls, framed like artwork, and the controllers were all neatly organized on a rack like weapons ready for battle.Sophia glanced around, taking it all in, but I could tell she wasnât gonna back down. I liked that about her. She had t
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â SHOPPING SPREE
SOPHIA'S POV I was sitting on the couch, kind of zoning out while watching this cooking show on TV, some chef making a fancy pasta dish that looked way too complicated for a casual dinner. My phone was in my lap, but I wasnât really paying attention to it. The weekend vibe had completely taken over, and I was feeling relaxed. Plus, the desserts Iâd had earlier were making me feel a little too comfortable.And then, out of nowhere, Robertâs voice broke through the TV noise. I glanced up, but honestly, the words didnât really register. What did register, though, was how damn hot he looked. I mean, for a second, I just froze. Robert was standing at the bottom of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, looking like he stepped right out of some luxury magazine. He was wearing this Tom Ford denim shirt that was perfectly fitted, highlighting his broad shoulders and chest, and charcoal grey pants that looked both casual and expensive at the same time. And, of course, he had on these black Chri
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â N*****X AND CHILL
ROBERT'S POV We were done shopping, and as soon as we made our way out of the boutique and back into the car, I felt pretty damn good. Sophia had picked out some killer stuff, and I could tell she was buzzing, too. The drive back home was going smoothly, but I decided to switch things up and take a different route thatâd cut some time off the trip.As we cruised along, a huge-ass billboard caught my eye. It said something about investing in real estate â all flashy and shit â but that wasnât what pissed me off. It was the guy in the picture. Charles. That smug bastard, standing there with his arms crossed . The sight of his stupid face and that arrogant smile made my stomach churn. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me, but I kept it locked down for now.I glanced over at Sophia, and yeah, sheâd seen it too. Her expression gave it all away. There was this painful mix of sadness, anger, and guilt written all over her face. Fuck, I never want to see her like this,and knowing it
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â đđ
As soon as Robert and I pulled up to my house, I felt a sense of relief. The day had been long, but in a good wayâcatching up with Robert, shopping, and just spending time together had made it fly by. Weâd laughed about the dumb stuff we did back in high school and talked about how much had changed since then. It felt nice. Familiar. But now, I was ready to crash.Robert helped me unload the designer clothes from the trunk, carrying the bags to my front door. I was grateful for his help, especially since my arms felt like jelly after carrying everything around earlier. Once we got to the door, I hugged him. It was a quick, friendly gesture, but I hoped he knew how much I appreciated everything."Thanks for today," I said, stepping back from the hug."No problem. It was fun. Let me know when youâre settled in, okay?" He gave me a small smile before heading back to his car.I nodded, waving as he drove off. Once inside, I immediately dropped everything near the entryway, kicking off my
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â DAY 1
SOPHIA'S POV The weekend had been⊠honestly, just so good. Iâd be lying if I said it wasn't nice having someone like Robert around. Weâd spent hours walking through the garden, and even though the place was way too fancy for what I was used to, it somehow felt natural. Trying new dishes the chef whipped up had turned into a little game, tooâsome stuff was amazing, and other things⊠letâs just say I was glad Robert didnât make fun of me too much when I nearly spat out that one dish. Then there were the movie nights, hours just sinking into the couch, and the light competition of board games. I didnât even mind that Robert kept winning because it was fun watching him get competitive about things so small. And, okay, we definitely took a few whiskey shots here and there. Not like, drunk, but just enough to feel loose and laugh harder at things that werenât even that funny. It was the kind of weekend I hadnât realized Iâd needed. Now, though, it was cruise day. The morning had flown
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â ON OUR WAY
SOPHIA'S POV As Robert and I arrived at the boarding area, I took a moment to take it all in. There was a small crowd gathered, all dressed impeccably, their conversations weaving together in a hum of polished accents and subtle laughter. It felt like the kind of scene where the rich and powerful came to unwind, but still with a sense of formality clinging to them. No one looked too relaxedâeveryone here was a bit on display.My eyes scanned the faces, catching glimpses of people Iâd only ever seen on magazine covers or social media. To my right, a woman in a sleek black dress adjusted her sunglasses as she took photos by the waterâs edge. Definitely a social media influencer. Beside her stood a man whose face I recognized from a viral tech article about his latest app that made millions overnight. He was talking animatedly to a well-dressed older couple, his hands moving in exaggerated gestures, like he was pitching a story rather than just making small talk. And then there was us,
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FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â SILENT CLAIMS
Sophia sat at the outdoor dinner table, feeling the gentle breeze of the evening against her skin. The dinner, a grand affair hosted for all the cruisers, had been a pleasant experience so far. The food was exquisite, the atmosphere vibrant, and the night sky slowly transitioned into a canvas of stars. She and Robert had spent most of the evening chatting lightly, sipping champagne and enjoying the ambiance. But as she took another sip, Robertâs phone buzzed on the table.He glanced at the screen, muttered something about needing to take the call, and stood up, excusing himself with a polite nod. Sophia watched him stroll a few feet away, his figure highlighted by the soft glow of the outdoor lights.Now alone, she scrolled through her phone absentmindedly, her champagne glass dangling delicately from her other hand. The gentle hum of conversations surrounded her until a pair of voices drifted into her ears, clear enough to catch her attention.âI donât think theyâre in a relationship
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â CAREFUL!!
Sophia stepped out onto the balcony, hoping for a breath of fresh air and maybe a view of the ocean. The scene before her was more stunning than she had anticipated. The soft glow of the setting sun cast a warm, golden light over everything, making the water sparkle, and the sheer elegance of the balcony layout took her breath away. But what really caught her eye was the surprise waiting right thereâan exclusive, small pool nestled in one corner of the balcony. It was a luxurious touch she hadnât expected.Her excitement bubbled up immediately. Sheâd thought their suite was impressive enough already, but this was on another level. She turned, a wide grin spreading across her face, and rushed back into the room. âRobert!â she called, her voice full of the thrill that had taken hold of her. âThereâs a pool out here! Can you believe it?â She glanced over at him, practically bouncing as she waited for his reaction.Robert looked up from his iPad, an amused smile tugging at the corner of h
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â LUXURY
SOPHIA'S POV The hostess led us down a polished corridor, her heels clicking against the marble floors as we followed in awe. Everything around us screamed opulenceâfrom the crystal chandeliers to the plush carpets lining the hallway. It was like weâd stepped into a world that only existed in glossy magazines and movies. And yet, here we were, soaking it all in like it was made for us. I stole a glance at Robert, who seemed unbothered, his expression cool and composed. Just another day for him, I guess. For me? I couldnât help but feel like I was getting away with something here.The hostess turned back to us with a smile and gestured down another corridor. "Right this way, please. Youâre in the VVIP section," she said, her voice carrying an unmistakable note of respect. I couldn't hide my shock. VVIP? I knew Robert was well-off, but this was next level.I kept quiet, not wanting to seem like a total newbie, but my mind was racing. Most people wouldâve been thrilled just to be on the
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â TOUR
As we stepped off the yacht and onto the dock where the larger boat was anchored, I took a quick survey of the setup. The boatâa luxurious vessel with sleek lines and a shining exteriorâtowered over the yachts that had started to gather around. Some other guests were already disembarking their own yachts and making their way up the ramp, mingling, exchanging greetings, laughing. It was a decent crowd, a mix of wealth and status, judging by the designer suits and glamorous dresses. I noted it all, but none of really intrigued me. Boats, parties, all this was pretty standard at this point.Sophia looked around, wide-eyed, her excitement practically radiating off her. It was a look Iâd seen before on herâthe curiosity, the fascination with the world of luxury, although she still has her elegant touch. I watched as her gaze swept over the dock, from the polished rails of the boat to the crew members in their crisp uniforms. It was amusing seeing her like this, clearly enjoying herself.
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â ON OUR WAY
SOPHIA'S POV As Robert and I arrived at the boarding area, I took a moment to take it all in. There was a small crowd gathered, all dressed impeccably, their conversations weaving together in a hum of polished accents and subtle laughter. It felt like the kind of scene where the rich and powerful came to unwind, but still with a sense of formality clinging to them. No one looked too relaxedâeveryone here was a bit on display.My eyes scanned the faces, catching glimpses of people Iâd only ever seen on magazine covers or social media. To my right, a woman in a sleek black dress adjusted her sunglasses as she took photos by the waterâs edge. Definitely a social media influencer. Beside her stood a man whose face I recognized from a viral tech article about his latest app that made millions overnight. He was talking animatedly to a well-dressed older couple, his hands moving in exaggerated gestures, like he was pitching a story rather than just making small talk. And then there was us,
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â DAY 1
SOPHIA'S POV The weekend had been⊠honestly, just so good. Iâd be lying if I said it wasn't nice having someone like Robert around. Weâd spent hours walking through the garden, and even though the place was way too fancy for what I was used to, it somehow felt natural. Trying new dishes the chef whipped up had turned into a little game, tooâsome stuff was amazing, and other things⊠letâs just say I was glad Robert didnât make fun of me too much when I nearly spat out that one dish. Then there were the movie nights, hours just sinking into the couch, and the light competition of board games. I didnât even mind that Robert kept winning because it was fun watching him get competitive about things so small. And, okay, we definitely took a few whiskey shots here and there. Not like, drunk, but just enough to feel loose and laugh harder at things that werenât even that funny. It was the kind of weekend I hadnât realized Iâd needed. Now, though, it was cruise day. The morning had flown
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â đđ
As soon as Robert and I pulled up to my house, I felt a sense of relief. The day had been long, but in a good wayâcatching up with Robert, shopping, and just spending time together had made it fly by. Weâd laughed about the dumb stuff we did back in high school and talked about how much had changed since then. It felt nice. Familiar. But now, I was ready to crash.Robert helped me unload the designer clothes from the trunk, carrying the bags to my front door. I was grateful for his help, especially since my arms felt like jelly after carrying everything around earlier. Once we got to the door, I hugged him. It was a quick, friendly gesture, but I hoped he knew how much I appreciated everything."Thanks for today," I said, stepping back from the hug."No problem. It was fun. Let me know when youâre settled in, okay?" He gave me a small smile before heading back to his car.I nodded, waving as he drove off. Once inside, I immediately dropped everything near the entryway, kicking off my
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â N*****X AND CHILL
ROBERT'S POV We were done shopping, and as soon as we made our way out of the boutique and back into the car, I felt pretty damn good. Sophia had picked out some killer stuff, and I could tell she was buzzing, too. The drive back home was going smoothly, but I decided to switch things up and take a different route thatâd cut some time off the trip.As we cruised along, a huge-ass billboard caught my eye. It said something about investing in real estate â all flashy and shit â but that wasnât what pissed me off. It was the guy in the picture. Charles. That smug bastard, standing there with his arms crossed . The sight of his stupid face and that arrogant smile made my stomach churn. I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me, but I kept it locked down for now.I glanced over at Sophia, and yeah, sheâd seen it too. Her expression gave it all away. There was this painful mix of sadness, anger, and guilt written all over her face. Fuck, I never want to see her like this,and knowing it
FAKING IT WITH MY MILLIONAIRE FRIEND Â Â Â SHOPPING SPREE
SOPHIA'S POV I was sitting on the couch, kind of zoning out while watching this cooking show on TV, some chef making a fancy pasta dish that looked way too complicated for a casual dinner. My phone was in my lap, but I wasnât really paying attention to it. The weekend vibe had completely taken over, and I was feeling relaxed. Plus, the desserts Iâd had earlier were making me feel a little too comfortable.And then, out of nowhere, Robertâs voice broke through the TV noise. I glanced up, but honestly, the words didnât really register. What did register, though, was how damn hot he looked. I mean, for a second, I just froze. Robert was standing at the bottom of the stairs, one hand in his pocket, looking like he stepped right out of some luxury magazine. He was wearing this Tom Ford denim shirt that was perfectly fitted, highlighting his broad shoulders and chest, and charcoal grey pants that looked both casual and expensive at the same time. And, of course, he had on these black Chri
