Eight Boyfriends, One Big Secret–And They All Found Out
I Dated 8 Guys at Once
They all saw me as a substitute.
But I didn’t care.
As long as the money kept coming, they were all my darlings.
Later, they discovered each other’s existence.
And they were furious.
I’m a master of time management.
I’ve been dating eight guys simultaneously for three months.
None of them have discovered the others‘ existence. They all think they’re the one I love
most.
They
often feel troubled and annoyed by my affection towards them.
And they’ve repeatedly warned me to know my place and not harbor unrealistic hopes.
Ha! The only unrealistic hopes I have are for their money.
My first boyfriend, Jack Thompson, is a wealthy CEO, but he’s quite high–maintenance.
He likes to roleplay office scenarios.
Every date, he requires me to wear a white dress and pretend to be his secretary.
During lunch breaks, I even have to play the plano for him.
He’s so pretentious.
But his combination of stupidity and wealth is irresistible.
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Fri, Mar 28
For our lunch date today, I followed his instructions. I wore a white dress, light makeup, and long straight hair as I waited in his office.
When he returned from a meeting, he frowned immediately.
He looked at me, his substitute, with disgust: Trying to imitate her appearance won’t change anything. You still can’t compare to a single hair on her head.”
I smiled politely: “As long as you’re happy.”
This idiot is so dramatic isn’t this exactly what he asked for?
Hearing my response, his gaze grew even colder.
Who knows what he imagined in his head.
He said to me: “I’ve warned you before, don’t fall for me. I’ll only ever love her.”
Alright, alright, I get it. You have your true love.
pinched myself, walked to the piano with reddened eyes, and played an awkward tune
for him.
Halfway through, he stood up angrily.
Looking disappointed, he said: “This is unbearable. As expected, no matter how similar a fake may look, it’s still fake.”
He left in the middle of our date.
At the same time, $200,000 was deposited into my account.
I wiped away fake tears and called out to his retreating back: “Jack Thompson, I don’t want your dirty money!”
