Contract For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“You’re just so contradictory, girl. Didn’t you say for yourself how skeptical about the idea of being a contract girlfriend to a man? Tell me, is there any sort of intimacy involved in the contract?” “Apparently, no. And one of the terms states that I must not have any feelings whatsoever for him. Any slip up, and the contract would be annulled indefinitely,” “And you think you can go for it? I know you too well, Hailey. I know how fragile your heart is. How easily you give into a man. Yet you want to take this bold step just because of the money?”

cool car guy" who made me a job offer last month? - I asked, making quotation marks in the air. - The crazy guy who asked you to have his child? Yes I do, why? - So... And that, I kind of... - Lisa? What's wrong? - Miguel asked looking at me curiously and I could almost see the cogs in his brain moving to try to put the pieces of the puzzle together. - Okay - I got up the courage, - Here goes! After the whole thing last month I thought I didn't get pregnant, but the truth is that I found out a few days ago that I actually, with all my bad luck, ended up pregnant by a stranger. So now I am in the middle of a kind of contract with him because the child is his and I am just the "surrogate". So

“Who else can I go after but you?” Stella propped her chin in her palm. She could not help but say, “You’re actually quite compatible with her. Well, she has been pursuing you for years. Why don’t you consider her?” “Well, you’re my girlfriend now. I have a girlfriend, so I shouldn’t be looking at other women.” Speechless, Stella frowned. “How many times do I need to explain this? We’re not in a relationship!” “That’s what you think.” Weston said, “I’ve agreed to all your conditions. In any signed contract, there’s a price to pay for breach of contract. It’s the same for a verbal promise too.”

That and probably the fact that he’s so good looking and charmingly perfect as well. In my normal life, I wouldn’t have dreamed that a guy like him would be dating me. Truthfully, someone like him probably wouldn’t pay me any attention in the first place. However, by some twist of fate, we are now in a formal relationship. Formal in the strict sense of the word. Our relationship is bounded by a contract. I’m his contract girlfriend and soon-to-be contract wife and he’s one of my contract husbands. … “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” I asked accusingly as I sat in the passenger seat of his car.

She was planning something, and I didn’t know what but whatever it was, made me feel curiosity shoot through me. “By 7pm tonight, you’ll see my gift.” With that, she walked back into the bedroom, leaving me speechless. Her attitude just now turned me on and the thought of going after her and having sex again filled me, but I had to control myself. Sandy was technically not mine. Our sex life was based on the contract. She was still my best friend, and we had just become sex buddies. I needed to control my lust and need for her even though it was the toughest thing for me right now before it advanced into something much more.

I won't let her bail out on me at the last minute by banking on the tears façade. "Baby girl, this is the contract" I whispered and sat beside her on the bed. "What contract?" She asked, pretending to be oblivious. "The contract that binds us together. I know there's no need for this, but I still think a contract is necessary to ease your mind. I won't bail out on you or leave you hanging mid way. It's just to reassure you that I'm sincere, I'm willing to make our relationship legally binding. Even if this arrangement is less than ideal, as long as you respect me and continue to make me happy, I will give you anything you want, I will let you live like my girlfriend. You're my woman now, I w

Gritting her teeth, Larissa snapped, "Fine then; six months it is!" Kevan's fist slowly loosened in his pocket. "Then I'll have Dylan prepare the contract tomorrow." … Kevan did exactly what he said he would. The next night, Dylan delivered the contract that the former had already signed. The contract was a simple one-page affair. The contents were simple too. It stipulated the duties that Larissa should do (pretend to be Kevan's girlfriend while attending public events with him), and listed out the benefits that she would gain (exemption from having to pay for the 1.5-million-dollar debt) as well as the validity period of the contract (six months).

PARTIES: Party A Doctor Heath Godric Age: 44 years old Occupation: Dentist PARTY B Florence Emry Age: 20 years old Occupation: College Student RECITALS: * Both Party A and Party B wish to establish a contractual marriage with the primary objectives of securing financial advantages and enhancing Doctor Heath Godric’s reputation. * This agreement is a formal legal contract between Party A and Party B, explicitly stating that it does not constitute a genuine marriage. Neither party needs, expects or requires romantic love or sexual intimacy from the other. TERMS AND CONDITIONS: Duration: This contract shall remain in effect for five years or sixty months and to be extended for renewal.

He said. “Really, it's not? It says here that you'll handle all of my finances if I accept. That’s literally prostitution,” I added, reading the wordings of the contract. “We would be in a real relationship, it'll just be an official one with specific rules and requirements because of how my life is.” “I don’t think—” “Please, Sylvia, don’t give me a reply now, just think about it. I’ll give you time,” he pleaded. “Why does it have to be like this? I could just be your girlfriend,” I told him but he shook his head.

Not a request for contractual documentation. I’m not even sure why the hell I’m agreeing to this! “A prudent response,” he acknowledged, a hint of approval in his tone that irrationally annoyed me. He reached over to the other side of the enormous bed, to a nightstand I hadn’t noticed, and picked up a sleek tablet. He tapped the screen a few times. “It’s already drafted. Standard NDA, confidentiality clauses, terms of engagement, and compensation.” Of course it is, I thought numbly. He probably has a template for this. “Contract for Fake Girlfriend Services.” The absurdity was staggering.