Fake Fiancée Quotes

“Sometimes in the middle of a normal day, a life-changing choice is thrown in front of you. Right then, you’re one decision away from a completely different existence. You decide your future even though you aren’t even aware you’re doing it. Your choice might result in finding love or death or winning the fucking lottery—you don’t know.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“When you first meet someone special, your heart reacts. It flutters or jumps or something. It’s like it recognizes its other half.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Sometimes there really is a bigger plan. Sometimes there really is that one person. Sometimes true love finds you no matter what.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“I have to sleep naked,” I murmured, already pulling my shirt off by reaching behind my neck and slipping my head through. I pushed my shorts down, kicked them to the side, and stood there in my black athletic boxers. “But I’ll keep my underwear on . . . just so you don’t have a heart attack at the enormity of my package.” She snorted, her gaze flitting over my crotch. “Whatever. It looks rather small to me.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Someone left a daisy on my back porch just now. I want to make sure it wasn’t him.” “Okayyyy, let me find the bastard.” I heard her walking around the frat house, opening doors. Someone yelled at her in the background and she giggled. “Oops. Sorry. Go back to fornicating.” A door shut. And so I waited. A few minutes later, she ventured out to the dance floor, and I heard her pushing and shoving her way through couples dancing to an Adele song. “Bart the Asshole! Where are you?”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Girlfriends are good as long as the relationship isn’t volatile. Don’t forget there are pesky little camera phones everywhere—so no public altercations, please. Careers have been ruined with video footage of players abusing their significant others.” I cringed. Fuck. I’d never hit Sunny. I’d never hit Bianca no matter how many times she’d egged me on. She continued. “I’ve quite enjoyed the pics you’ve posted of you and her. She looks good next to you—a tall blonde. Nice choice,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone as if I’d picked her out at the Girlfriend Store. Which wasn’t too far off from the truth.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“As if she knew what I was thinking, Isabella chimed in with her opinion. “You need to wear something slutty to the next game.” “You offering to let me in your closet?” I grinned. “I am the best.” I laughed and tossed a French fry at her. She tried to catch it with her mouth, making me giggle harder. Bianca swept her eyes over at us, as if our shenanigans annoyed her. A sneer curled on her face as she went from me to Isabella. Isabella flipped her off, and I laughed.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“I stared at the wooden door and practiced. “Hey, baby. I’ve missed you.” I did a delicate finger wave. “I love you, Maxie-Pooh.” “In the great scheme of things, Maxie-Pooh isn’t that bad. I’ve been called worse,” a deep voice murmured from behind me. Caught. Mortification swept over me. I spun around on the sidewalk to see Max and Tate, both clad in jeans and blue Leland shirts that clung to their sculpted chests. They towered over me, one dark with glossy hair that swung around his shoulders and the other slightly smaller with a headful of sandy blond hair. “Yeah,” Tate said, grinning. “Jock-ass is my favorite, though. I think you’re going to make me laugh a lot, new girlfriend.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“I felt a malevolent gaze on me, like someone wanted to shove a stick of dynamite up my ass. I flicked my eyes one row over and found Bart’s eyes on me. Well, well, well. First Bianca and now the douche-canoe. I straightened in my chair. Hell, I was tempted to blow him a fucking kiss—but I had to keep my temper in check. Football demanded it. He jerked out of his chair and made his way over to us.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Are you serious?” A wicked grin curled his lips. “Why not? Let’s screw with them.” My thoughts raced, grasping at a reason to say no. I couldn’t find one. He had offered to fix my car if the groupie didn’t pan out. He’d even stopped and gotten me coffee. Plus, it would be nice to waltz past Bart with the most popular guy on campus next to me. Normally, I’m the least impulsive person ever, but what could possibly go wrong if I pretended to be his girlfriend? Nerves and excitement flew over me. “Let’s do it.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Maybe this little incident brought us together for a reason.” “Like what?” “Like we should go out,” I said, my voice growing husky. “I can make it up to you.” She flushed. “You mean like have sex with me? I’d rather have a car.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Later while I was brushing my teeth, I glanced out the window next to the tub and saw a disheveled brunette bounce out of Mr. Quarterback’s door, stumble off the porch, and fall in the azalea bushes.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Dammit. I was so tired last night, I forgot to stop at the market.” I pressed my forehead against the coolness of the fridge and banged it. “I don’t have any coffee, there’s a giant spider under my bed, my ex is going to be in class, and my toe is falling off. I’m gonna die!” “God, I love the way your voice gets extra Southern when you get upset. Do I need to come over and give you a pep talk?”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“I’ll kiss you so good, you won’t be able to kiss another guy for an entire year without thinking about me.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée

“Sometimes in the middle of a normal day, a life-changing choice is thrown in front of you. Right then, you’re one decision away from a completely different existence. You decide your future even though you aren’t even aware you’re doing it.”
― Ilsa Madden-Mills, Fake Fiancée