Bestfriend Contract Novels & Stories

He sat thinking of what Aaron said, he was right, his reputation would be at stake. "She would sign a contract." He stated and relaxed his back on the chair. "You'll help me with the contract." "I own a security company not a law firm." "Yeah, I know just get me a lawyer." "Where's the girl? When you find a girl that will agree to your stupid shenanigans, I'll get you a lawyer." Aaron stood up to go, he payed for the coffee and biscuits and was about to go, when he turned to look at Dario.

The way I saw it, there was no getting out of it. We argued, but the more we talked, the more I realized that... Maybe it's not a bad idea. This marriage will surely be complicated, but at least I'll be away from Trevor, and I won't have to deal with him anymore. There's a lot to still go over, and if we are going to make a contract for this marriage, than surely he'll have to deal with my terms and conditions as well. "Fine. It's a deal. One year, no more." I say, holding my hand out to shake Daniel's. His face lights up, and he gives me a big kool-aid smile.

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

she asks. “Tonight,” I say. “Would it be okay if I told Scarlet?” she asks. “Do you think she can keep it a secret until tonight?” I ask her. “I’ll make her Bestie Promise before I tell her,” she says. “What’s a Bestie Promise?” I ask. She holds out her pinky finger. “It’s a promise that friends make but it’s stronger than a pinky swear.” I reach up and hook my pinky with hers. “I Bestie Promise that Samara and I love you very much. We want you to be happy. And you can always, always tell us the truth about how you’re feeling or anything at all.”

The sharp bang echoed, making Kate flinch slightly. Kai’s voice rose in fiery. "It’s your lover!" he spat. "And her precious son... they’ve been buying out media outlets, spreading the story! And yet, somehow, it’s my fault? What’s wrong with a contract marriage? At least Tiffany’s mine now! Unlike someone who sneaks around behind his brother’s back, sleeping with his ex-wife." His gaze snapped to Conrad, his tone dripping. "Tell me, Conrad, was Amelia amazing? I don’t remember her being that remarkable, but clearly, you couldn’t stay away."

Ronald concurred, that was enough to make me continue my speech. “I also took the liberty to tell him, we are willing to sign a contract with him, it should be here in a few days,” I said, the pack Elders were not just that but they were also my business partners and the reason we were as powerful as we were, this avoided a repeat of some things that occurred during the time of the war. The meeting soon ended as everything had been discussed and agreed on, now it was time to handle my personal matters. “The car is ready,” Jack said following close behind me as we left the meeting hall.

“I’m going to keep talking to my sister, either you like it or not. I don’t care what other opinions you have, none of those is in the contract I signed.” “Are you sure about that?”

"Holy Shit, you guys were faking it all this time?" I sighed and answered. "It was a contract marriage but we somehow grew close to each other, so I wouldn't say that all of it was fake." "So you're telling me that you have started to have feelings for your contractual wife." "Pretty much." "Okay. So what's the problem?" Then I told him the whole story of Evan and those pictures along with Brie's confession. "Woah. To say that your love life is complicated is an understatement." He commented.

I figured if you weren't home Saturday then I'd have to mourn you for ten years then find a new friend,'' he recounted. ''Ten years? That's a long time,'' I told him. ''Yeah but I'd be sad for ten years if we weren't friends,'' I held out my pinky to which he immediately clasped his own around, ''I promise to always be your friend,'' ''And I promise to always be yours or I'd have to give up mac and cheese and pudding cups forever,'' he promised in return. ''Even pudding cups?'' I asked incredulously. ''That's how you know I'm serious,'' he said as he looked me directly in the eyes.