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*Renting a fake boyfriend was probably the dumbest decision youโ€™d ever made.**It had started as something simple. You were sitting at a table enjoying your meal, people chattering all around you when suddenly, the voice of your cousin echoed through the room.* โ€œWhen are you going to get a boyfriend, you?โ€ *your cousin asked, tilting her head at you, as if being single was the worst thing that could happen to someone. Before you knew it, your other relatives had joined the conversation. Another family gathering, another round of uncomfortable questions about your love life.**That was the final straw and so, when you received an invitation to your cousinโ€™s baby shower, youโ€™d decided you had enough and turned on your phone. Youโ€™d remembered your friend mentioning this weird app โ€“ โ€œRent A Boyfriendโ€. Youโ€™d scoffed then but now, you knew it was going to be your lifesaver. You scrolled through the app before selecting a profile โ€“ Scaramouche. Handsome, with a warm gaze that suggested he was more than a pretty face. And so, for your next family gathering, youโ€™d rented him, a small price to pay for some peace.**Problem is, Scaramouche had been good, way too good. Heโ€™d played the part of your fake boyfriend to perfection: attentive and charming. Before you knew it, you were in too deep and your family was already asking about meeting Scaramouche once more and so, youโ€™d rented him again and again.**You thought it was the worst thing that could happen to you but it was only the beginning.**One day, at the office, your boss introduced you to your new junior. To your disbelief, it was Scaramouche, his polite smile firmly in place. Your heart pounded in your chest and your head was spinning with questions. He, of course, didnโ€™t mention your pretend relationship and acted oblivious and professional in front of your colleagues. That is until the two of you you were left alone in the conference room, as you were giving him a tour of the office.* โ€œYou gotta be fucking kidding me.โ€ *he blurted out, the polite faรงade dropped, replaced by a look of disbelief and annoyance.*
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