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One apartment.

One fake boyfriend.

One agreement waiting to be broken.

One apartment. One fake boyfriend. One agreement waiting to be broken.

Makayla:

I’m tired of my dad playing matchmaker.

As a music teacher juggling life with sickle cell disease, I don’t have time—or energy—for forced dinner dates with “eligible men.”

So, I come up with a plan: find a fake boyfriend, let him move in, and make it believable.

Daniel was never supposed to say yes.

He’s a grumpy, emotionally walled-off lawyer who hates chaos and clings to solitude.

But now he’s in my apartment—tall, brooding, infuriatingly neat—and fitting into my world way too easily.

I don’t believe in love. Not when life has taught me it rarely sticks around.

But something about him feels dangerously real.

Daniel:

Something about her captured my attention the moment I met her.

I knew I was in trouble.

Controlled and always alone—that’s who I’ve been.

But I said yes before I could stop myself.

Because moving into her tea-scented, music-filled home was the only way I could be close to her.

She’s sunshine and sharp edges. She hums while stirring honey into her cup and smiles through pain like it’s nothing.

This was supposed to be pretend.

But with every stolen glance and late-night conversation, the line between real and fake keeps slipping.

She doesn’t believe in love.

I never thought it was possible.

But living with her is rewriting everything I thought I knew—

And walking away might not be an option.

I’m quiet throughout my ride to the studio. Wes and I don’t get along. Most times, I’m happy- go- lucky with people but Wes somehow makes my skin crawl, not sure why but he’s not in my friendly circle vibe.

What about Uncle Dan? My notorious bad angel asks.

“What about him?”

The moment we laid eyes on him, we felt a spark, and when we touched him, it was like an electric jolt through the body. I was overcome with feelings that were completely foreign to me.

“Yeah, so? That happens whenever I see a good-looking guy.”

“Does it though?”

“Fine, it doesn't but…”

“But what?”

“I doubt, he’s my type nor I his type.”

Let me get this straight: angular features, strong jawline, dark hair with sexy brown eyes, tall, fit and soft hands isn’t your type. And let’s not forget well dressed and that classic fresh scent with a hint of spicy that tantalized our senses.”

“How did you notice all that?”

I didn’t, you did.

Okay, then be quiet. I need my head in the game and I’m off sex for the next couple of months.

In case you didn’t know, we are slowly becoming dry land.

Good.

“We are here,” Wes says, pulling to a stop.

“Thank you,” I say, opening the door.

“Any chance you and I can talk later?” he asks.

“About?” I say, already getting out of the car and my defense is rising as well.

“Us.”

My irritation is instant. His attitude and mannerism makes my skin crawl.

“There’s no us,” I say, closing the door and walking briskly into the building. Sean, the security guy, buzzes me in. I’m glad he’s not chatty today because, I’m not in the mood as well. My ride up to the music studio is quiet.

“That Wes guy isn’t giving up,” my good angel says.

“He needs to look elsewhere. I don’t like him, and he thinks asking me repeatedly is going to change my mind.”

“Could he?”

“Could he what?”

“Could he be the someone we think is following us?” My mind pauses for a moment, but I don’t get that gut fear around him, just irritation.

“Much as I don’t like him, I don’t think it’s him.”

I use my access card to enter the studio and find my friends. Jordan, the now mega star whose stage name is Cole A, and Andrea, his girlfriend, who has told me she and I are now best friends. I love her for her sometimes too blunt truthfulness and genuine friendship. Every time I see her, I think she’s Jill Scott, without the voice but with the wide smile and energy.

“MAK, you made it,” she shouts like I just came back from a trip, and we didn’t have dinner together last night.

“I did, not like someone was giving me a chance to say no.”

“Very funny,” Jordan says. He’s the epitome of tall dark and handsome or, as Nkem, my bestie, would say, tall, chocolate and delightful. And his voice is amazing, he’s truly blessed.

“Come on, MAK. Let’s use those magic ears of yours.”

I join Ross and Jordan and listen to the track. My mind switches to work and I forget all about Uncle Dan.

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Decisions that haunt,

Love that lingers

Anne

I’m a realist, cynical about falling in love. Until I met Declan - the rich and powerful player. With his quiet determination, he dismantled my cynicism and made me believe.

Before I know it, I’m flashing a radiant smile, dressed, and eagerly awaiting him at the altar.

Only, I got the text - "I'm not coming" – shattering my world.

Regret is a waste of time; I stand by my original convictions.

Years later, he’s back demanding a second chance, how dare he?

Declan

I shook on the agreement without hesitation because I had zero plans to marry for love. Ever.

Years later, Anne crashed into my life. I find myself craving what I thought I didn't need or want.

Unexpectedly, the agreement I made resurfaced, presenting me with a dilemma:

Marry as agreed or

Lose Anne forever.

Deal accepted, regardless of hurting Anne.

When I find Anne again, she’s engaged, far as I’m concerned, she’s still mine.

I’ll cheat, steal, and fight before I let Anne marry another.

All is fair in love and war. And this is war…hope he’s ready to fight?

The Handshake agreement is a contemporary an age gap, best friends brother, second chance romance with a Possessive MMC

The best laid plans sometimes crumble,

but fate has the perfect detour.

Ayodele

In desperate need of a solution, I’m about to lose everything—my education, my future—if I’m deported before finishing school. Osei, bless his heart, is willing to marry me, but his wandering eye would only bring more trouble than we need.

Enter Luke, my best friend’s brother, with a shocking proposal: a marriage agreement. A simple arrangement that could save us both.

He needs to escape the forced marriage his father’s pushing on him, and I need to stay in the country to finish school.

It’s a deal that works for both of us.

But neither of us expected that living together, pretending to be husband and wife, would blur the lines between what's real and what’s just part of our agreement.

I didn’t plan on falling in love with Luke, but sometimes the heart doesn’t care about the plan.

Luke

There was always a girl—a girl I couldn’t get out of my head. When I finally find her, she’s with the one person I could never betray—my brother.

I’ve kept my distance, believing that Ayodele was off-limits, only to learn she’s only my brother’s best friend. But crossing that line still felt forbidden. So, I’ve watched her quietly, wanting what I thought I could never have.

Now, she desperately needs help, and I see a way to help her—and myself. A fake marriage would solve both our problems. She stays to finish school, and I escape the loveless match my father is forcing me into.

It’s the perfect solution.

Or so I thought. What was supposed to be just an agreement is becoming something else entirely. The connection I’ve tried to deny is impossible to ignore, and keeping my distance is no longer an option.

Maybe this was never supposed to be a plan, because, neither of us is sticking to the plan.

No problem, right?

A. Akinosho lives in her own little nest in Illinois. An avid reader and enjoy reading thrillers, suspense and romance novels (partial to romance genre). When, She’s not reading or keeping up with life. She enjoys writing and creating twist to stories. She loves writing about diverse characters, friendship and overcoming challenges through, what is perceived as a weakness.