Capítulo 53: fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 9

Dimitri

I wait outside the lobby doors, waiting for my false girlfriend. I even went all out and bought her some roses, holding them like the poster boy for a gentleman and a half-decent boyfriend.

While this is perhaps the oddest Friday night I've had in a while, I can't imagine it being any worse than it is now. Alek stalks outside, grinning ear to ear as he meets me on the sidewalk. I feel like a toddler with my parents ushering him to knock on his kindergarten crush's front door to ask for a date. I lean against my sleek car, the one I bought before Alek tried to outdo me and buy a newer model.

Still, I know he resents the fact that we have the same brand of luxury car. He wants to be the head boss, the man with all the money in the world, and it burns him to think that I'm fucking his new favorite little coding hire.

While not entirely true, it's not something I'm opposed to either.