Boyfriend Cute Relationship Contract Novels & Stories

“Okay.” “What's okay?” “Being your girlfriend.” My chest went still for a second. “Only for the drive to the office?” She lifted her head. “Do you really want to negotiate the terms right now?” “No.” I tightened my arms around her. “Open-ended contract.” “No probationary period?” “You've already passed.” Jamie smiled and kissed my chest. “Good night, boyfriend.” For some ridiculous reason, no billion-dollar acquisition had ever given me the satisfaction of that one word.

Saul cleaned his hands with the napkin and asked, squaring her in the eye. “Your contract says I can't have a boyfriend and I can't date. But it doesn't prohibit me from talking to a male. Your statement sounds like you're abandoning me from this society like I am an alien who has no right to live here.” Sophia lifted up her hands in the air going hyper. “Stop talking about the fucking contract every time you get an opportunity.” He pulled out one of the drawers from his working desk, showed her a document and tore it to bits. “Happy? Now you and I are not in a contract wedding. You are mine forever and you don't have to pay me anything for your company. I don't make deals with my family.” H

Claire pursed her lips tight and glared harder. Holding back the pang and the itch to argue, she concentrated on the contract instead. However, this time, she sat down and read it attentively. “What the hell is this now?” A few minutes later, she grimaced at another point he had added to the contract. “I’m not allowed to speak of our relationship?” “Are you that desperate to embarrass yourself?” He looked at her as if she had gone crazy. “Why can’t I call you my boyfriend? That should work, right?”

The way he looked at me gave me chills, but I refused to show it. “I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I said, louder this time, as if saying it again would solidify the truth. “Let me make this perfectly clear: there will never be anything between us. No relationship, no friendship. And as for the contract—I’ll stick to it, but I’m done pretending to be your girlfriend. This ‘friends with benefits’ crap? It’s over. Once this project is finished, I’m leaving the company. And your penthouse? I’m moving out today.”

“Bring the contract.” He returned with a leather scroll, freshly inked and ready. I unrolled it across the table and handed Silva a blade. “It’s simple,” I told her as I read it aloud. “Clause one: No strings attached. This is a business contract, not a love story. Clause two: Nominal relationship. We’ll act like a couple when needed, nothing more. Clause three: Public appearances as necessary. Clause four: We act together against the Alpha family of Red Drop Pack. And clause five: Once the mission is complete, we part ways.”

I don't think I need to go through with questioning task here, what if I get a an answer that ruins everything. "Look here, Claire, this is a relationship based on contract. We made deals, we viewed it as business, alright?. Now, don't get too carried away. We are still gonna get engaged, and get married, all based on a contract too, it's business, we should stick to the rules we made" I advised explanatorily. She nodded and smiled sarcastically "In a contracted relationship, kisses and jealousy shouldn't be involved as stated right from the start" Ouch! That hit a spot.

He said, his eyes not betraying his thoughts. “Good” I said smiling. “excuse me?” he asked “I would like to enter another contract with you Mr Jason Rodrigues” I said, drawing closer to where he stood. “I do not understand” he said, standing very still as I approached; his eyes following my movement. “I would like to contract you to be my boyfriend, Mr. Rodrigues and if you accept, I shall need to draw up some papers stating that you let go of that woman… whoever she is that is not interested in you and focus solely on me.” I said, my arms coming up to his neck.

Nobody should get to know anything about the contract as things should remain between the two parties. I raise my eyes, finding him already staring at me. Ignoring his gaze, I read further. In the rest of the conditions, it was written that the period of this contract is for one year. During this one year, I cannot have a relationship with anyone else. We are a happy couple just in front of the world and his family and we are strangers in the room. We both cannot make a physical relationship without each other's consent. For this one year, does he literally think that I will allow him to have a physical relationship with me? Or was he drunk while putting such terms and conditions?

It has been on my mind to collect the house and sell it for a while now, but the contract said I have to live in it for three months before selling it. I agree to live in it for three months under the pretense of being married to Mr Gary. “I’ll leave you now” he said to me. “Oh wait, please come check out the house with me,” I pleaded with him. He agreed to come along. We got there and the house was better than I imagined, it screamed luxury and I wondered how much it’ll cost. I sat on a cushion bouncing to see how soft it was. Mr. Gary looked at me with amusement and smiled with his eyes.

By someone I can’t have. I shake my head sharply, snapping out of my reverie. “Get a hold of yourself, Ryan,” I scold sternly as I stand, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “It’s never going to happen again. You, of all people, know that it’s an arrangement.” A contract with an expiry date. We both agreed that we were going to call things off the moment our parents stopped bothering us to get married or take over their companies. It could be a month from now or a year, but the important thing was that it had a timeline.