Contract For Friendship Novels & Stories

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.

"I don't really like working in that kind of environment, so I'm hoping whatever I did that evoked that dislike, we should bury the hatchet." Leo shook his head. "There's nothing to bury, Mr. O'Brian. We are partners, not friends, and I'm not looking forward to that. We should just be professional at work." "Is it a crime to become friends?" "I'm not friends with anyone here, Mr. O'Brian. I only have working or professional relationships with the people here, and nothing else, so please if you're looking for a friend, go somewhere else." Timothy nodded, knowing Leonard Hodge is a hard nut to crack. He stood up. "See you at our next board meeting."

and I was expecting that to happen so I just smile I noticed he was surprised with my reactions so I told him I want it that way!... "How about a contract marriage?" I suggest he reluctantly agreed and I list down my conditions this relationship between us would end up by me I will get to decide how long we would have to pretend for this fake marriage... I insisted not to register this but he said we should because his father was scrutinize about every little details and we would instantly got caught if we made a simple mistake so I agreed. He said he just wants me to behave and never be seen with other guy as it would ruined our marriage that was a talk of the town!... I clearly get his mea

he says, handing me his business card, “you can text me your terms and I’ll be sure to add them if I agree with them. If not we can have a discussion pertaining to that” I smile, “thank you” I say, taking the card from him, “but why can’t we sign the contract today” I say, afraid that he might change his mind. I’m sure he has excellent lawyers who can draft the contract in no time. He smiles, “you’re afraid that I’ll change my mind, but I promise you that I’m a man of my word. So we’ll get married just like I’ve promised except you change your mind” I shake my head, “I won’t, I’ll see you tomorrow then” I say, sticking out my hands. He nods, shaking my hands, “see you then”.

I ended up smiling. - Sure, what do you want with me? - I asked as we got out of the elevator and headed toward the cafeteria. - To take care of an important matter that we didn't take care of last time," he clarified and I began to worry, "what was he talking about? In the end the "important matter" was no blood pact, he only wanted to talk about the contract and our "terms of employment", Anthony presented me with a huge pad of paper that I understood after a few seconds was the contract, but why the hell did it need to be so big? What exactly did he want from me?

She opens it and her eyes widen in shock as she reads the front. "Contract of Conceptual Agreement of Matrimony." She covers her mouth and looks toward the door, hoping no one is by the door to catch her. She begins to read and realizes the importance of the document. This is too good to let pass. She takes her phone out and begins to snap pictures of the document and sends it to herself in an email and to a different address.

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.

" Aurora frowned. Why does Marcus want it? Alexander's expression darkened. He feels that there is something hidden inside of it.” Ethan stepped forward. "There is." Aurora was able to peer between them. What do you mean? Alexander glanced around nearby at a safe. He took his damaged leather folder out of it from within. He gently set it on the table. "This..." The initial contract is that which is "...". Aurora carefully opened it up. The first few pages were the same as Alexander had said. Two signatures. A friendship agreement. A friendly assurance with regard to their future children. Nothing unusual.

Still, I don't think she has any plans to return because it was only the first week I was working with Maximus when she left, but it's been over three months now, and she hasn't returned. I sigh in relief because he seems to have forgotten his free taste. It's not that I'm hopeful about that part; it's quite different. I still can't quite get over agreeing to the setup he wanted, which I didn't even think about. But I can't do anything because of my family's situation. As the saying goes, when you're in trouble, hold on to Maximus’ dick. Shit! I guess my saying is wrong. "Here it is, sir," Aries said with a smile before handing me the envelope he was holding, which I knew was the contract. W

he asked straightforwardly. “No!! He is just my friend, we are just acting like we are in a relationship,” she shouted. “What? Is he paying me more money?” I chuckled “You really think everything is about money, don’t you?” with that she stood up. “I don’t care what you think. But I am not violating any conditions. We are not in a relationship. We are just acting. And I have my reasons to do that. Even though, I assure it’ll never affect this contract. Still the choice is yours.” I saw rushing out of her stomping her feet on the ground. Just the sound of the door echoed in the room. And then there was silence.