Faking With Benefits Book Novels & Stories

The game was on. Philip created a business profile and send out a post for companies to bid on a 500-million-dollar construction project. He had plans drawn, rules and regulations, requirements, everything. To the average person it looked too good to be true, he also listed bank account information to prove he had the money to pay, within minutes over two hundred companies expressed interest but these were dummy accounts. As Philip scrolled through the requests for into, the one he wanted to see, popped up. It was Ben. Ben had seen the post while he was scrolling the internet for projects he could make money from. It never occurred to him that not only was it fake, but that it was designed s

“Excuses….. excuses….. excuses. I guess that is the only thing you are good at.” “ I am not making an excuse. People are allowed to keep the book for more than a week if they make a special application.” She tried to say in an even tone but it wavered slightly towards the end. “Whatever! I have no time to waste on people like you.” She said airily and stormed out of the door. “What a great way to start the day,” Sia muttered under her breath and checked the register to ensure that all the entries were in order. Then she walked along the shelves, running her hand over the books. She halted when she reached the ‘Fantasy’ section and pulled out a book titled, ‘Survival’.

Trying to deny what's visible between us, but two can play her game and I'll show Carson exactly that. "The fact that you just come with my fingers isn't enough?" I raise my brows and she gulps. "The fact that your wetness is pressing against my cock? And the fact that you're enjoying my hand on your chest when I've barely started doesn't seem to tell you what this is?" I continue and she purses her lips. Carson is a stubborn chick, so I know this won't come easy, but it's something she can't escape. "It's friends with benefits sort of arrangement. " I continue my earlier suggestion and she narrows her eyes, saying, "We aren't friends. "

I mused. She smiled. "I had to keep up appearances. I had to pretend so that no one would be suspicious. I used persuasion on the guys that I so-called hooked up with," she said, doing air quotations on the hook up part. "I persuade them that we actually hook up, though we didn't. I can't see myself getting intimate with another guy after what happened."

It felt… familiar. “You won’t have to do this forever,” she said quietly. Tobi gave a small, tired smile. “Yeah. That’s the plan.” An idea, reckless and irrevocable, bloomed in her mind. It was madness. It was salvation. “I have a proposition,” she said, her voice gaining strength. “A different job. The pay is significantly better. And it’s… private.” A slow, curious smile touched his lips, the first real one she’d seen. It transformed his face, making him look younger, more approachable, and infinitely more dangerous. “Private how?”

“Alright. While you think up a solution, would you do me a favor? As your boss,” I nodded, then realized what he might want to ask for. But it was already too late. “Would you just act this evening? Once the reception party is over, I will have enough time to convince you instead of forcing you.” I thought about it. “Alright.” Mr Benedetto nodded. “Thank you.” He walked out and soon returned with three dresses still in their packets. “The bank told me you didn't use the money I sent you, so I figured you haven't bought the dresses like I asked you to,” he said, throwing the dresses to me.

Grant chuckled with a sleazy undertone. "Of course, I've tampered with the books. Think about it! The Linton Group pays over a hundred and forty million dollars in taxes each year. With that amount of money, the boss would naturally want to save some. All I have to do is fudge the numbers a bit, and we can save a lot. I also get a cut of it." After finishing, Grant subtly flashed a 'nine' with his fingers. "Mr. Zuniga, you really are impressive," Yaslyn said, resting her chin on one hand, her smile elusive and mysterious.

Bea said. “He’s paying with blank checks. He can come to me whenever he wants,” I said, tracing his letters with my fingers. “Be aware, Diana.” Bea said in a serious tone. “Don’t fall in love with him or any of your clients. Their promises, their confessions, their love, their letters, their passion. It’s all fake. A beautiful lie. He is in your life for a day, a week, a month at most… but he will leave you,” Bea said.

A crack in his expression that displayed a second of panic but he replaced it with a terrible fake smile that could keep a lifeless conversation running. “Hehe. The account book. We haven’t filled in for today but everything else is intact.” He said, I turned away from him, walking towards the window. “Why are some dates missing? Why are some calculations incorrect?” I asked. “Boss.” He laughed again. “There are no incorrect calculations. Besides, it’s not everyday we get lots of profits like other days.” I nodded. “Hm, understandable.” I pointed and Kaleb opened it to the exact page where there were multiple problems.

"You're lying to us. A newspaper report doesn't prove anything—" I threw a paternity test at them and said, "He already bribed all the doctors when he showed up and claimed to be Ethan. The test that he gave you was fake. This is the real one. "Also, he's been using the house rules that you set up to force me to give him money this entire time, forbidding me from telling you what was going on. The money in my bank account didn't just disappear into thin air. I gave every single cent that I owned to him!"