The Fake Girlfriend--Dark BWWM Billionaire Romance


 
 The Fake Girlfriend - Dark BWWM Billionaire Romance
 
 
 
 Greedy Alphas, Volume 2
 
 
 
 Jolie Damman
 
 
 Published by Jolie Damman, 2023.
 
 
 
 
 
 This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
 
 
 
 THE FAKE GIRLFRIEND - DARK BWWM BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE
 
 
 First edition. February 27, 2023.
 Copyright © 2023 Jolie Damman.
 
 
 
 Written by Jolie Damman.
 
 
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 Table of Contents
 Title Page
 Copyright Page
 Chapter 1 | Shanice
 Chapter 2 | Shanice
 Chapter 3 | Melvin
 Chapter 4 | Melvin
 Chapter 5 | Shanice
 Chapter 6 | Shanice
 Chapter 7 | Melvin
 Chapter 8 | Melvin
 Chapter 9 | Melvin
 Chapter 10 | Melvin
 Chapter 11 | Shanice
 Chapter 12 | Shanice
 Chapter 13 | Melvin
 Chapter 14 | Melvin
 Chapter 15 | Shanice
 Chapter 16 | Shanice
 Chapter 17 | Shanice
 Chapter 18 | Shanice
 Chapter 19 | Melvin
 Chapter 20 | Melvin
 Chapter 21 | Melvin
 Chapter 22 | Melvin
 Chapter 23 | Shanice
 Chapter 24 | Shanice
 Chapter 25 | Melvin
 Chapter 26 | Melvin
 Chapter 27 | Melvin
 Chapter 28 | Melvin
 Chapter 29 | Shanice
 Chapter 30 | Shanice
 Chapter 31 | Melvin
 Epilogue | Shanice
 Post-Epilogue | Shanice
 Melvin
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 Chapter 1
 Shanice
 
 I tossed my hair to the side, over my shoulders, and then proceeded into the supermarket. Hope Supermarket might not be one of the biggest around, but it sure as hell was better than the alternatives, which were all pretty far from here.
 I looped my fingers around the bar, taking the cart from near the entrance of the building and leading it through one of the aisles. The smell of fresh vegetables filled my lungs, making me close my eyes and focus on them.
 Grocery shopping wasn’t one of the things people did for fun, but for me, it was a good break from my work. And work was pretty far from me now, located on the other side of Lost Hope. I didn’t like some of the faces I had to see there every day, so being here, buying stuff in Hope Supermarket was one of the things I most cherished.
 I stopped when I reached the spot where all the apples were. I didn’t know what it was about them, but I just loved apples. Just looking at them like this, admiring their red color was making me feel like reaching out with my hands and grabbing some of them.
 And that I did, putting them into a transparent, flimsy sack made of plastic and then stowing it into the cart.
 I then continued down the aisle, grabbing some more vegetables. The cart was quite full of them now, making me wish I was already back in my apartment building and not here. But that was something that was going to have to wait a while. I just loved spending more time than I needed in the supermarket.
 My phone buzzed all of sudden, but the buzz was short. Most likely it was nothing more than a company that had just sent me a spam message or something like that.
 Looking around, I couldn’t help but notice how full the supermarket seemed to be tonight. There were people of all age groups and backgrounds shopping here. Though I didn’t have much of a reason to be feeling like this, I still felt so jubilant.
 There was something about buying stuff here, in this place, that just made me feel happier than I normally would be.
 Grabbing some more fruits, it was then time to explore the other aisles. Frozen food was one of my favorites, so I headed there too. I pulled open one of the doors and reached out with my hand, grabbing a box of pizza.
 There was going to be pepperoni pizza tonight for sure!
 Most people weren’t fond of frozen pizza, but I didn’t care about their opinion. It wasn’t like there was going to be someone over tonight in my apartment. I was going to be all alone and... Yeah, that was something that bothered me a little.
 I supposed I could load up Tinder and then chat with a guy until he came over, but there was something fundamental about doing that I didn’t like one bit. And that was how doing that would make me feel miserable and desperate.
 Most people didn’t think of it that way, but I just didn’t think Tinder would be a good option for someone like me. I’d never told this kind of secret to my friends, but I thought that love was something that couldn’t be forced or made fake...
 And that thought... That was something that made me snap back to the real world and proceed to the aisle where I could buy a rice sack. Reaching out with both hands, I hoisted one up and then dropped it down into the cart, happy that that was over for now and that I wasn’t going to have to worry about running out of rice for a pretty long time.
 The sack was just that big.
 But then, a thought flashed in my mind all of sudden. What if I never met the man I was looking for? Though I didn’t want to admit this to my friends, I had this thing for white men. They always managed to push the right buttons in me without even thinking about it – for the most part.
 I know, I know. It was just something I wasn’t comfortable talking about and, for now, I was going to keep my lips sealed. But yeah... Some kind of men made me fall for them easily. And that was something