Boyfriend Cute Relationship Contract Novels & Stories

His hands went to my ass while he squeezed it, and then pulled me closer to him as our chests touched each other. He did all of this with no sort of facial expression. "Don't you think you are moving forward? This is just an act! I mean, the marriage is an act, and we are not even married yet." I made it clear to him while I moved backwards, and then removed his hand from my ass. "Woah! Who told you what I was doing wasn't an act, either? I was just trying to let you know the kind of act I was going to pull with you when we get married, too. Do you still want to get married to me?" He questioned.

He had me by the throat and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I had totally forgotten all about the contract and now my hands are tied. I sank into my seat as I felt the tears form in my eyes. ‘Why the f*ck am I crying?’ I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and exhaled. ‘This is only for a while. The contract is to last for a year, right? You got this. You can do this, Jade.’ ‘He wants to see you break but don’t let him get to you. All you have to do is be good at your job and avoid him, you’ll be fine.’

It read: #CONTRACT_DEED_FOR_DATING #MRS_JOHNSON_AISHA I,.............accept the contract deal to be the boyfriend for Mrs Johnson Aisha for four weeks. During these four weeks, I agree to abide by the rules and regulations bond to me by signing this contract. These rules including: 1. No sex with Mrs Johnson till the four weeks of the contract has been concluded. 2. No sex with any outsider, be it male or female. As a boyfriend to Mrs Johnson Aisha, I promise to remain faithful to her alone and never to go out of character to cheat on her for any reasons whatsoever.

The word tasted heavy. Necessary. He took one slow step closer. Not enough to trap me again. Enough to remind me how easily he could. “Didn’t we sign an agreement yesterday?” My breath caught. The contract flashed through my mind before I could stop it. The ink. My name. My decision. “According to that,” he continued calmly, “we are officially boyfriend and girlfriend.” The sentence landed far more heavily than it should have. Heat crawled up my neck. “That contract is professional,” I said quickly. “Public. Temporary. It doesn’t give you the right to corner me like I’m some object you own.”

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

"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?"

“How was it?” “It was perfect. You convinced everyone you were Korean. You almost fooled me.” “But you know I do not have any nationality. Tell me who you want me to be and I can be it.” Kate felt another surge of pride for her Dream Boyfriend. “I’m sorry I pressured you into it,” Kate finally said. “You’re right. I should’ve asked you first.” “No worries. The important thing is we were on the same page in the end. I have a feeling this is not the first and last argument we will have. A healthy relationship entails a clash of different personalities before there could be synergy.”

I nodded, but my look wasn't convincing enough. "Promise?" I brought my eyes back to his pretty green ones. "I promise." A look of something intense and strong flashed through his eyes but it was gone before I could give it a name. Few times during the course of our relationship Reign and I had skirted around the margin of taking things further than our friendship, but we never crossed that line. I because I feared destroying the good thing going on between us. Damien is my only margin to draw from when it comes to relationship and look at how that ended. I am scared of anything that will lead to permanence, commitment, because I can no longer trust in them.

If this is what it takes to never deal with him again once this mess is over, then fine. “Anyway, is that all?” I ask. “Just one more thing.” He rises from the stool and walks toward me, causing me to instinctively straighten. Stopping right in front of me, he holds out the paper. I take it, glancing over the numbered list without bothering to read every line. I’m far more interested in ending this conversation than memorizing his ridiculous contract. “There’s one rule you need to remember.” I look up. “That annoying boyfriend of yours is not allowed to know that our relationship is fake.” He puts deliberate emphasis on the word ‘not’.

We spent the next hour outlining the terms: *Contract Duration:* 6-12 months *Expectations:* Public appearances, occasional family gatherings *Boundaries:* No intimate relationships, clear communication *Benefits:* Mutual support, networking opportunities *Termination Clause:* Mutual agreement or Grandpa's approval of our relationship As we finalized the details, my excitement grew. “ I should get a lawyer to draw up the contract.” I said. “Yeah, Make it official and serious.” Cameron agreed. This could work. This could be my ticket to freedom. "Time to approach Sarah," Cameron said, grinning. I pulled out my phone to text her. I took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.