Best Friend Agreement Contract Novels & Stories

"Friends?" "Yes," I say, nodding. "Nothing serious. Friends with benefits. It doesn't have to be more than that and it can stop anytime. No pressure, no expectations." He watches me for a long moment, then slowly raises his hand. "Alright. Friends. Deal." I laugh softly a beam spreading across my face, and shake it. "Deal." I lean closer, a playful glint in my eyes. "So… can we go back to the car and you… fuck me one more time, friend?"

I grab one of the books stacked up on the center table, clicking out its pen to scribble down our agreement. “Since we have agreed to assist each other on this, there are rules we have to abide by.” I add, waiting for his response, but he remains composed. “Is there anything you want to add?” “Anything you put down is fine by me.” “This has to be contractual, not unilateral.” “If you insist, I will be part of your life until you deliver, one year maximum. Then, I will take part in parenting as well. That’s all.” I twitch my lips to the side with a frown. That’s all he wants?

“Right. So, contract for your arguing.” “You met Joshua, right?” he nodded and she smiled. “He’s Israel’s best friend and my godfather. When we went to the club to do our contract, Joshua oversaw it. There’s no legal binding to it, just in case you're wondering. Part of it requires we list out what we want, what we will not do and what we will compromise on.” “Like, everything?” “Mainly sex.” “Oh hell.” He muttered laying his head on the back of the couch and looked at the ceiling.

I asked "I can't do love so I came here with a proposition. Let's be fuck buddies you know friends with benefits, we will just have sex with no strings attached. It will just be plain sex between two consenting adults" "That sounds good to me. Do we need to draw a contract?" "There will be no need for that, a contract might complicate things because I don't wang to put a specific time in case any of us gets tired on the way." I nodded my head in agreement " I have a few conditions" " Let me hear them" "While this is going on you won't be sleeping with other women and you will treat me with the utmost respect in the office and anywhere else" "I agree and I also have a few conditions of mine.

We'll be able to survive the year pretending to be a happy married couple when it's only for a short amount of time—we've known each other for too long, we don't have to worry about being uncomfortable or about falling for one another. For twenty years, we've been friends for twenty years . . . I'm confident that we will never forget the main purpose of the contract. Besides, helping my best friend is worth it. He has been the one to help me before ever since we were in middle school, might as well return the favour. ''It might work,'' I mutter.

Daniel whispered into my ear and I felt a spark. Okay, I think that was sudden. We followed Zack to a room that looked like an office. He sat down on a swivel while we sat opposite him. He brought out some documents and placed it on the table. "So, the last deal is accomplished. That's by bringing a date. Cross check before signing it." Daniel took a pen and cross checked before signing the papers. He returned them while zack nodded and gave Daniel a handshake again. "We are partners. The $130 million will be sent to your account before you go."

Edward gestured to a polished table where several documents were already laid out. "The mate bond we're establishing today is purely transactional," Edward explained, his tone businesslike. "Based on mutual benefit and trust." Lucian stood by the window, his powerful frame silhouetted against the light. Edward slid a document toward me. "This is a pack protection agreement. It stipulates that the mate bond will last for a maximum of three years, with either party free to terminate at any time." I skimmed the dense legal text, my eyes widening as I read.

“What if you found someone your fated mate after you signed the agreement?” Rusty raised a brow. “I don’t believe in it. However, if that happens then, the contract becomes invalid. It’s going to be something Wilson has to talk to my future partner about.” That made sense. The agreements weren’t fixed in stone. Wilson explained before how preferences can change over time. Today’s hard limit can be tomorrow’s soft limit. “You’re also not allowed to tell anyone about our relationship and who bottoms,” Carlos insisted. “I don’t want to be known as the alpha who bottoms.”

“Clean as a clean be, No litigation or bankruptcies.” “Hmm, maybe they are actually good,” I mused, though my skepticism remained. I hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of our short acquaintance. “Can I see the full contract? The actual full print usually tells the story the brochure hides.” I asked this feeling very skeptical that she would actually agree. We are only two weeks into this friendship. People don't just hand over proprietary financial contracts to the person they meant two weeks ago, I expected a polite deflection, a "maybe later," or a sudden change of subject.

"That's perfect. We'll make it a win-win." “But what if she doesn’t agree to it?” I asked “She did say she was going through a divorce.” “Hey, stop that, you need to be positive.” “You’ll never know until you try.” He said. “You’re right, I should hope for the best.” “Good.” Cameron pulled out his phone. "Let's brainstorm some contract points." We spent the next hour outlining the terms: *Contract Duration:* 6-12 months *Expectations:* Public appearances, occasional family gatherings