All Chapters of Fake Love: The Perfect Boyfriend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Non ci posso credere," Alessia muttered, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She turned slightly, huffing in frustration. She’d gained weight, and that wasn’t good.She was supposed to look slimmer—a sign she was doing fine. But instead, she was getting heavier.Her eyes dropped to her chest. Did her breasts get bigger? They weren’t supposed to. Her gaze bounced to her face, spotting new freckles. Her eyes looked larger and browner, and her lips were almost pale.She could lie to herself, but deep down, she knew the truth. She was comparing herself to Adelina— again.Adelina was lean, perfect, everything Alessia wasn’t. The thought annoyed her, it was a feeling she couldn’t shake.Grabbing her dress from the bed, she slipped it on. She knew what had to be done.---“Want to hear something funny?” Piero asked, a mischievous grin on his face.Noah glanced at Alessia, who shook her head quickly. “Piero, non cominciare,” she warned, but as usual, he ignored her.“Alessia had a massi

“Hey, Alessia,” Antonio smiled tightly, his eyes darting from Alessia to Noah and then returning to her.Noah immediately wrapped his arm around Alessia's waist, pulling her into him. She stiffened for a second before she relaxed, shoving her hand into Noah's back pocket.She tried to ignore the feel of his ass against her palm, resisting the urge to pinch it. Focus, Alessia, she mentally scolded herself.“Hi, Antonio...” Her gaze slid over to Adelina. “Adelina,” she added with a curt nod. Adelina's eyes shifted from Noah back to Alessia, her nod equally cool.Alessia glanced up at Noah, who was staring down at her with a gaze that felt too soft, too knowing. She swallowed, her throat tightening, and looked away.“What brings you here?” she asked, forcing small talk. It’d be awkward if they just stood there here, without saying anything to each other.Antonio shrugged, giving a sidelong glance at Adelina, who leaned into him. Their fingers intertwined. Alessia couldn’t help but notice

“You don't know how hard this is... I mean, he hates me and I—well, I hate him too,” Alessia whisper-yelled into her phone in the bathroom. Brielle's chuckle on the other end only grated her nerves.“Oh darling, don't be so hard on yourself,” Brielle teased. “Okay, maybe you two could hook up and get the steam out of your systems,” her voice turned serious, though her tone still held an edge of amusement.Alessia huffed, irritation curling in her chest. “Can you even hear yourself, Elle?” She glanced at the bathroom door, making sure it was still closed. She’d escaped here when it became clear Noah wasn’t leaving the room anytime soon. Last night had been tough—*too* tough. She'd come dangerously close to asking Noah for some... orgasmic favors. Trying to squeeze into the bed had been awkward, and they'd ended up in the same tangled position as the first night they arrived.But this time, it was worse. His scent had been intoxicating, driving her crazy. How she survived the night wit

Alessia was the first to move. She stood up, her eyes flicking between her brother and Noah, waiting for someone to explain.“Okay, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice sharper than she intended. Piero only shrugged.“We got into an accident—"“It’s not a big deal,” Noah cut in, his calm tone earning a sharp glare from Alessia.Ricco stood up silently, a wordless reminder of the tense conversation he and Alessia had shared moments before. Piero followed him out of the room, grumbling under his breath, leaving just Alessia and Noah in the sitting room.Alessia folded her arms, narrowing her eyes at Noah as he limped toward the sofa.“What happened?” she demanded. Noah’s jaw tightened as he lowered himself onto the couch, avoiding her gaze.“Like your brother said, we got into an accident, and... it’s not a big deal,” he repeated, his voice clipped, clearly hoping to dismiss the conversation. “For God’s sake, Noah! You. Are. Limping!” she snapped, each word sharper than the last. She

“How do I look?” Alessia asked, doing a slow spin in the middle of the room. Noah turned around as he fastened his belt, then froze. She blinked.She’d packed the red sundress at the last minute, just in case there was some emergency—though she hadn’t really expected to wear it. Now, with Ayana's birthday tonight, that "emergency" had arrived. She thought the dress was decent enough; sure, it made her chest look a bit fuller and dipped low enough to hint at cleavage, but it wasn’t anything outrageous. The look on Noah’s face, however, seemed to disagree.“Noah?” she called, feeling a pang of insecurity rise in her chest. Did she look that bad?A muscle in his jaw tightened as his gaze traveled down her body, then back up to her face.“You look... amazing,” he said, his eyes sweeping over her one more time. His voice was quiet, almost strained, and Alessia felt a warmth bloom under her skin as she realized his reaction was more admiration than anything else. And damn, that felt good.“