Faking With Benefits Book Novels & Stories

I looked at him but he shrugged, he knew already. "She wasn't so stable from the beginning and as time went by, she became less and less so.” I showed him a few papers, "Here are the sessions we booked with a couple's therapist” . They were fake session receipts one of my very close therapist friend was willing to forge for me. Not for free of course. By the time the deal was done, I was short three million dollars. "Excellent idea there. They'll definitely believe that” he looked impressed, a hilarious concept to me although nothing was funny.

Grinning, she reached for the pen resting on the table, took a seat, and started to rewrite all the information that should have been in the record book. She selected the most important ones, which Nathan would initially look for, and then, in an attempt to make the other pages look full, she added unnecessary items. “It doesn't have the seal, but he won't think of that and will think he had the main book.” She scoffed and dropped the fake book in the drawer, and then hid the main book in a place that won't be seen—a place only she knows about. ~~~

Rachel dared. Tessa was smiling by now. Oh stupid poor Rachel. “You want to please your followers? Then let’s make a bet. We’ll hire someone with a lot of brains, very smart unlike you. Ever heard of the word net worth before?” “You forged it. It’s fake. Whatever is in your bio is all fake.”

Printed clearly across the top was the beneficiary's name—Lucy Smith. "But the truth is, if your employee, Judith Smith, had actually bothered to look carefully at the organization credentials and aid approval documents I provided, she'd have discovered that the recipient of this aid fund was her very own sick daughter." I pulled out my driver's license and slammed it down in front of him.

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The man obviously knew more than he should know, and Klara gritted her teeth. “Is there anything else? It’s getting a bit late,” she said. Jamie shifted underneath the bar and Nitro leaned over the counter, and she saw him clench his jaw. “We’ll need a copy of your social security, address, legal stuff for the books. We’re looking into benefits for the employees and you’ll sign some paperwork when you start your next shift. It’s permission for random drug testing and stuff like that,” Nitro explained. “Not a problem,” Klara said. “When is that? My next shift?”

This time, I read every single line carefully — not just the salary and benefits, but the fine print, the addendums, the clauses I had skimmed in my desperation. My blood turned to ice. "Christ! there was no real job." The entire “Executive Assistant” position was fake. The company email address, the interview schedule, the fake HR documents — all of it had been created by Damon. The only real, binding document was the personal services agreement. The one where I had agreed to be his personal companion, to call him Daddy, to give him complete access to my body whenever he wanted. "shit, I had signed away my freedom for a lie."

How the hell am I supposed to explain a fake relationship without sounding like a teenager caught in some ridiculous school drama? “Oh, it’s okay if you can’t tell me.” She smiles, and before I can respond, she continues. “Ryder and I started with a fake relationship too. It was more like a bet, actually. I hated him to my bones, but I guess I was only lying to myself.” My head snaps toward her. A fake relationship? Just like me and Kade. The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, and I follow her inside, my thoughts stumbling over themselves. I swallow the question burning at the back of my throat and keep quiet, letting her continue.

Her phone buzzed. The unknown number again. Not enough. Emma frowned. She typed back. They’re doubting her. The reply came instantly. I don’t want doubt. I want collapse. Emma stared at the message. Then slowly smiled. “If that’s what it takes…” She looked at another envelope resting on her kitchen table. Inside were forged financial documents. Fake emails. Manufactured evidence. Enough to make it appear Charlotte had manipulated company records to benefit James and Darrien. It was completely false. But if people believed it…