Woman Thought Pretending to Be Someone’s Girlfriend at a Wedding Would Be Fun Until She Wished She Hadn’t

Trapped, Tempted, and Totally Unexpected

Getting stuck in an elevator was not how Lena had planned her evening. But fate, as always, had a twisted sense of humor.

She checked her watch for the third time in under a minute. Late. Again. With a sigh, she quickened her pace down the elegant hotel hallway, the scent of fresh lilies and polished wood lingering in the air. It was the unmistakable fragrance of weddings—champagne toasts, aching feet in too-high heels, teary speeches that went on for too long.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and she stepped in without hesitation. But just as they began to close, a blur of movement rushed forward.

A man.

Broad-shouldered, clad in a crisp suit, effortlessly composed—until he bumped into her, nearly sending her suitcase tumbling.

“Sorry—” he began, breathless but amused, brushing at an invisible wrinkle on his sleeve.

Lena barely looked up. “No worries.”

And then—everything stopped.

A jolt. A flicker. Silence.

The elevator was dead.

Lena’s stomach twisted as she frantically pressed the buttons. Nothing.

She exhaled sharply, pressing her palm against the cold metal doors as if sheer willpower could open them. Beside her, the mystery man let out a low, almost amused sigh.

“Classic,” he muttered. “Always when you’re in a rush.”

Lena turned then, properly looking at him for the first time. Sharp blue eyes. Messy blond hair. A smirk that belonged in a rom-com.

She should have been annoyed. Instead, she found herself saying, “I take it you have somewhere important to be?”

“Wedding. Tomorrow,” he replied, slipping his hands into his pockets like they weren’t currently trapped. “Groom’s best friend. In need of an emergency date.”

She blinked. “Wait. What?”

His grin widened. “I need a plus-one. Just a fake one. For one night.”

Before she could even process the absurdity of it, the intercom crackled.

“Uh, folks? We’ve got a small power outage. We’re working on it. Might take a bit.”

Lena groaned. “Perfect.”

The stranger—Dylan—tilted his head at her. “So. Any chance you’re up for a second wedding in a week?”

She snorted. “You’re seriously asking me this while we’re stuck in an elevator?”

Dylan simply leaned back, completely unfazed. “So… is that a yes?”


A Fake Date Becomes Something Else

Lena had zero intentions of agreeing.

And yet, there she was. In a dress she never planned to wear, standing beside a man she barely knew, playing the role of the perfect date.

Dylan was smooth. Effortlessly charming. His hand rested lightly on the small of her back as he introduced her to guests, his presence steady, reassuring.

At one point, he leaned in, voice warm against her ear. “That woman in the blue dress has been trying to figure out if we’re engaged for ten minutes.”

Lena smirked. “Should I fake a ring just to mess with her?”

“Tempting. But then I’d have to fake a proposal,” Dylan mused.

And then—the dance.

His fingers laced with hers, his touch firm but easy, guiding her across the floor like they’d done this a hundred times before. The warmth of his palm on her waist sent an unexpected thrill through her.

This was pretend. It was supposed to be pretend.

But the way he looked at her—like she was the only one in the room—made it so easy to forget.

Then Maya walked in.

Maya.

Tall. Poised. The kind of beautiful that made other women second-guess themselves.

Lena knew without introduction. This was the ex.

And when Maya embraced Dylan, something inside Lena tightened in a way it shouldn’t have.

This wasn’t real.

And yet, it sure as hell felt like it was.


The Goodbye That Didn’t Stick

Lena packed her bag before the sun had fully risen.

No complications. No mess. Just a clean break.

She’d convinced herself it was for the best—until she turned too fast around a hotel corner and collided straight into Dylan.

Hot coffee nearly splashed between them as he steadied himself, blinking down at her.

“Lena?”

She cursed under her breath. Of course.

“You were just…” Dylan trailed off, his sharp gaze locking onto hers. “Leaving?”

Lena swallowed hard. “It was just supposed to be one night, right?”

He was quiet for a beat, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. That’s what I thought, too.” A breath. A hesitation. Then, he stepped closer.

“Until I realized I didn’t want it to end.”

Her heart stuttered. “What?”

Dylan exhaled, voice softer now. Real. “Last night, I watched you walk away, and all I could think about was how much I didn’t want you to go.”

Lena wanted to believe him. But doubt clawed at her. “What if this is just—”

“It’s not,” Dylan cut in, reading her hesitation. “You feel it, too. Don’t you?”

And damn it—she did.

So, for once, she stopped overthinking.

She stepped forward, reached up—and kissed him.

A kiss that was warm. Undeniable.

Dylan smiled against her lips. “Does this mean you’ll stay?”

Lena laughed softly, fingers curling into his jacket. “Maybe. But only if you promise to stop getting us stuck in elevators.”

Dylan chuckled, his arm slipping effortlessly around her waist. “No guarantees.”

And with that—Lena finally let herself fall.

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