Best Friend Contract Template Novels & Stories

I couldn’t believe I got that tidbit of information before I even signed the contract with them. I swallowed before I turned to face them. “So, who is Blue and who’s Fred?” “I’m Fred. He’s blue,” the always teasing one said, shrugging when I raised a brow. With a nod, I returned to the file in front of me. I read a bit to know that this contract will last for two months and throughout that time, I will let them fuck me whenever they wanted. Their payment was to answer any question I might have. With a sigh, I picked up the pen, having decided. It was too late for me to reconsider, not after I boasted that I would be the one to crack this case and get an interview with the brothers.

Bianca asks, smiling sweetly at me but I just want to leave her at a desert. Friends can cause one’s high blood pressure to go up instantly. "Ladies," Blake calls for our attention. "My good friend here also loves what you have done in the past companies and what you will do in ours. I will contact the company's lawyer to draft up a contract. If it meets your expectations then welcome to the family."

Yes, I believe in karma, I believe I deserve that bad ending. "I don't know anyone else. And this is so last minute, I don't think I can find someone in such short notice. Pleaseeee Abs, can't you help me this one last time? It's only gonna take two hours max, I promise." Pretty sure the format of the contract is standard, it'll be more or less like the one I've signed before.

I scoffed. “Okay…so?” He asked, his brows creased but his expression didn't flicker. More like he wasn't surprised. “I want to propose a contract.” I hesitated, searching his eyes to know whether I was on the right path. “What contract?” He asked. “Fuck buddies, friends with benefits, call it whatever but whatever we share doesn't last longer than a year. No hard feelings attached.” I whispered. At first there was silence for a while then he bursts into laughter. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, still laughing so hard.

It is therefore my responsibility to voice all fantasies, limits, feelings and needs without hesitance to you and to work to eliminate mental hurdles that may prevent such communication. I accept any punishment that you see fit, within my limits, should I fail to uphold this contract and meet your expectations. I grant ownership of my mind, body and soul with the understanding that my physical, emotional and mental safety will be cared for. Risk of life or livelihood allows for termination of this contract. Should the need to revise the contract arise before expiration date, I agree to verbal negotiation. The consent in this contract begins on [14/7/21]. Slave Signature: Mason Dharma

"I've fantasized about this. Being shared, used, treated like property. I've never had the courage to pursue it. But now I have an excuse. A reason. And I want to know what it feels like." Kane's smile was slow and predatory. "Honest. I like that." He pulled out a document. "This is a contract. It outlines everything: safe words, limits, STI testing requirements, consent, confidentiality. Read it carefully. Sign it only if you're absolutely certain." Maya read every word. The contract was thorough: * Safe words: Red (stop), Yellow (slow down), Green (continue) * Duration: Friday 8 PM through Saturday 8 AM (12 hours)

There was an indescribable weariness and sorrow in that laugh. He walked to the bar, opened a drawer, and tossed a thick stack of documents onto the coffee table. "Mr. Wilder, take a look. After you've read it, then decide whether you still want to come at me like a hedgehog." Suspicious, I walked over and picked up the file. "Family Companionship and Psychological Intervention Service Agreement" "Party A: Kyle Foster" "Party B: Ruby Lawrence" This was nothing more than a simple employment contract.

he pauses then continues " if you play this game with me then I promise nobody will ever hurt your friend" "Nobody?" I chuckled, "seriously you're not including yourself, I mean you're the one I need to protect her from". He lets a breath out and opens the drawer on the right side of his wooden desk. He grabs a black document and puts it on the table " I know you don't trust my word but maybe this contract will satisfy your doubts" "What contract ?" He rolls his eyes and taps on the hard paper "find out yourself" I suspiciously look at the contract before picking it up and slowly reading the clauses.

“Mr. Sun..” “This is Masón, My aide,” Jason added. “And the only person I trust to draft documents that don’t explode later.” Mason set the folder down and slid it toward me. “The finalized contract.” I opened it carefully, scanning line by line. Two-year term. Separate finances. Public unity. Mutual non-disparagement. Then I stopped. Residency clause. “You expect us to live together,” I said, looking up. “Yes,” Jason replied calmly. “The entire duration.”

I scoffed as I read her ridiculous request… she gulped and gave me her cute puppy eyes, which was difficult to resist. I exhaled. “ Can I add a few rules?” I inquired and she nodded nonchalantly. I grabbed the pen from her and added.... 6. This contract is strictly confidential. Disclosure to anyone would mean the deal is rendered invalid. 7. Valid exclusively for the next three months. You are not to be with any other man or speak to another man. 8. Whatever bond you may have with Tyler must seize and advise him to stay away. If I see him anywhere near you, the deal is off .