Desiring True Love From My Friend With Benefits Novels & Stories

"No! I'm not falling in love, Nikolai! I don't see him more than a friend!" Nikolai sighed "keep telling yourself that Wilder, and if you guys do end up kissing you can not say you guys are friends afterwards. Cause friends don't kiss!" "Friends with benefits do!" "Is that what you want with him? Nothing serious just sex and friendship" "I've never wanted anything serious with him!" "You sure?" "Positive! Just friends that's all!" "Well then this plan won't work out" "What why?"

Ellen wondered when these two became fast friends, or was there something else going on here that she didn't understand? "What do you guys want with me?" Ellen asked them. "We heard the good news that Leo finally sent you away, and we are so glad he did," Bethany said. Ellen was amazed. "How can you be glad I lost my job?" "I am so sick and tired of how all these ladies hang around Leo pretending to be his secretary when we all want the same thing, which is Leo," Viva replied. "Leo can get himself another secretary, at least not one that looks like you," Bethany said with a hint of jealousy in her voice.

He wasn’t the only one messed up; I was too. What if we took it a different way without my heart and his head getting this wrong, like it was just friends with benefits… like he was Mark or Aidan, that I couldn’t have any possible relations with, that we were just business partners and he couldn’t be mine. Trying to be friends instead of trying to detach from each other would actually make this easier, right? The benefit was sex, nothing more… I have tried to hate him, but I couldn’t get myself to after last night. My gaze lingered on his closed eyes; his long lashes, which had been restless, were now stable… All thanks to my magical hugs and my nipples taut and hard against his chest.

I cried. “I know you want this too. You’re just pretending, you love me” he growled. “Liam, please. This isn’t right. You’re supposed to be my best friend,” I pleaded. “We can still be friends. Friends with benefits,” he sneered. “You can’t tell me you weren’t expecting this too. You want me, I can see it.” “This is not a new thing, friends do it all the time. Stop making it a big deal.” “Don’t starve me of your banging body,”

I mocked, “He’s sounding more and more like your friend to me.” He shook his head, “Mutual beneficiaries are the closest I will accept.” “How sad.” “Fact of life. Friends are a luxury that I cannot afford.”

“How can the room be cool when you look this hot?” He sat across from me and didn’t bother closing the door. We were already officially a couple in the company. It was against company’s rules…but he was the boss. But as for me, I didn’t miss the disdainful looks from almost everyone. And those who weren’t openly judgemental acted over friendly. Quite frankly I preferred the disdain. At least it was honest. Alex reached into his jacket and pulled out a small gift box, setting it on my desk. “I got you something.”

He asked after a brief pause. “Like there’s stuff going on between us?” She paused to note the look on his face, whether he had any clue about it, and if he felt awkward about it. “I want you to know that it’s all rubbish. We’re good friends and that’s it. I never had any wrong intentions. I only chose that song because... because it’s a great song, and not because I wanted to satisfy some of my wild fantasies like these people are saying. I love your voice. I mean, you’ve got a great voice. And as a musician, I can’t let that go to waste, you know what I mean?” She said the whole thing in a breath or two.

Bryce watched her inch closer to him "Let's make a truce shall we?" "About?" He asked with furrowed brows. "How about we become friends with benefits. I want to forget about my shitty past and you'll have me to your beck and call. It's a win win for both of us." She suggested. He laughed "Listen, you don't get to call the shots mi amor. What we had yesterday was purely just sex–" "And I'm not asking for more." She cut him short "I just want something to hold onto when I'm feeling bored and seeing the way I reacted to your touch, you're a better candidate for the job."

He pushed me out without any hesitation. Many sports cars appeared before me. They were even more luxurious than what I had seen on TV. It was finally my time to be blessed with a good life. James pushed me forward and said in disdain, “You look so pathetic. The wealthiest man and his family only have money; they don’t have any love for you. That family will only force you to spend money like a madman.” Tears of joy immediately gushed out as I was over the moon. ‘What a niche hobby! Please force me to spend money!’ I thought.

“What was so good about that guy in London, anyway?” “He made me laugh.” I smile as I remember. “And he gave me the best moments of my life.” “Of your entire life?” “Uh-huh.” He smiles, pleased with himself. “So do we have a deal?” I ask. “Let me get this straight—you want to have friends with benefits but only with each other?” “Yes.” “What happens when I’m at work all the time or away and you’re out and . . .” His voice trails off. “Then I’ll call you and tell you I need you.”