Best Friends Contract Novels & Stories

She is basically testing the level of involvement I want with her. But maybe its, not all bad. But if she wants my loyalty, then I want hers! "In exchange, I will have you sign a contract." I clarified. "A contract?" "Yes, a binding contract that puts both your life and mine on the line," I said. "Like a slave contract?" "No. A loyalty contract. A slave contract is one-sided, but this contract ensures that any disclosed information remains between us." Bea frowned then after a few seconds she burst out laughing.

Abby will help me to curb this addiction called Luca Sinclair. The previous agreement stays; we will be best friends again after tomorrow. It will be non-sexual, just like we were before the quarantine started. We promised on this, and swear on our own friendship to stick to this plan. We can do it. We can do it, Luc!

“Go, see it for yourself!” She never knew that she’ll be stuck in this place. But fate has its own way to play—their paths crossed again. As they both admit that they both liked the sexual connection between them, they created a contract. This is the best thing they can have—a contract. This is what they call “Strangers with Benefits Contract” This is to ensure that their connection will be purely about satisfying themselves. And, the contract she made will consist of 5 rules: Strangers with Benefits Contract

The wedding would be simple with close relatives and friends along with the media department of the company. To my relief, no paparazzi would be allowed. We also decided to have a contract in which points like our deal being confidential, the Russells paying my debt and us not trying to break the marriage for at least one year, were clearly stated. Adrien and I had to act like a couple crazy in love for the public. After Adrien takes over the business, I would have to accompany him as his wife to his business parties. I could find myself a job in Manhattan if I wanted to but only after we were out of the limelight. Etc. etc. etc.

“Yes. By happy coincidence my lawyer saw fit to add it.” “That’s so weird…” I mutter. He takes over from reading. “Next… ‘Strictly Friends Relationship in private: Both parties agree that, outside the scope of this Agreement, they shall maintain a strictly platonic and friends-only relationship in private. This means that any romantic involvement or intimacy beyond the terms specified in this contract shall be strictly prohibited. Any deviation from the strictly platonic and friends-only relationship shall be considered a breach of this Private Agreement.’ I look at him to check his reaction and he’s staring at the paper with a look of distaste. Then he sighs and turns to me. “I’m sorry but

“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.

She brewed a light mixture for herself while Cillian flipped through the contract, eyes scanning the rules she came up with. Rule Number One: The Contract shall not go beyond three months. Rule Number Two: Both parties agree to not involve themselves in the personal lives of the other party. Rule Number Three: No Physical contact whatsoever. The list went on. Each and every single rule was thought out with meticulous care, to avoid any loopholes and make sure that the person on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to defraud her. The more Cillian read, the more his expression darkened. By the time he was finished reading the contract, Bellatrix had finished making her coffee.

“You drive a hard bargain, Miss Draven.” “I learned from the best.” “Alright.” He stood, extending his hand. “Partners. Equal decision-making. Separate bedrooms. Honesty. And freedom to find our true mates if they exist.” I stood and shook his hand. His grip was warm, firm. “Partners.” “I’ll have the contract drawn up this week. We’ll review it together before you sign anything.” He didn’t let go of my hand immediately. “For what it’s worth? I think this could work.”