Faking With Benefits Book Novels & Stories

I looked at her and she seemed to have understood what I was saying. " I can't even look at them in the eyes and can't avoid them either. Whenever we meet he seems to avoid me which hurts me as well as him. Our relationship is getting affected. So my best friend suggested to me that I should introduce someone as my girlfriend to them. It would calm him and he would be assured that I am not interested in his wife. So can you please pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my friends? " She was about to say something when her phone started ringing. She looked at her screen. Prachi was calling her. Her eyes started shining when she saw her name. She picked up the phone.

"We’re doing this my way." "And what way is that? The 'get stabbed in an alley' way?" I pulled a small, leather-bound ledger from the inside pocket of my jacket. It was my insurance policy—the "Black Book" of Harrington Academy. I’d spent three years collecting the secrets of every board member's kid. Who was cheating, who was skimming from the tuition fund, and exactly which Senator’s son was buying his "supplements" from the Skulls. "I’m going to make a phone call," I said, my voice cold and calculated. "To Chief Miller. He’s a Harrington alum. His daughter is currently in a video she really doesn't want her Ivy League scouts to see."

He picked up a file I hadn’t noticed and slid it toward me. I opened it... and froze. My blood ran cold. My eyes snapped from the document back to his face. “Is this some kind of joke?” I stammered. “Keep reading,” he said, calm as ever. I flipped through it. A relationship agreement. A fake one. Convenient. Strategic. To stop the media harassment. And somehow... I had all the benefits. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, genuinely confused. “What’s in it for you?”

Payments to fake companies. "These are fake," I said. My voice was shaking. "I never signed these." "The computer says you did," Logan said. "Your access codes. Your computer. Your schedule." I looked around the table. Some people looked uncomfortable. Others looked like they believed Logan. "This is crazy," I said. "You're lying about me." "I'm showing facts," Logan said. "Facts that show you were helping Gregory steal." He showed more papers. More things that looked real but weren't.

I heard news that Owen was scrambling frantically over company issues. After thinking it over, I went to the study to find Dad. But he seemed to know what I was going to say and handed me a document directly. Seeing the contents inside, I froze in place, somewhat stunned. This was Owen's company's financial statement, but it was different from what I'd seen before. "The company's been in trouble for a while now, but to attract investors, he created two sets of books. The external accounts are fake. Only this one is real.

Lucas had forbidden me from going in there the first day I had joined and hearing about it again,seemed very much like fate to me. I had to find a way to sneak into West Wing as soon as possible but for now, I had to focus on “cleaning” the new records. I exhaled sharply and turned back to the ledgers in front of me. My job was simple; clean the books. But this time I noticed something different. A new payroll list had been added overnight. It was a trick I had seen before, fake employees, all receiving generous salaries from construction companies that didn't even exist. Money laundering disguised as payroll.

The door locked shut, and silence swallowed the attic once more. Pain burned across my back, but the cold inside me hurt worse. Luca would never believe me unless I found proof. However, Marcus had vanished the moment Luca drove him out. Where was I supposed to look? I didn’t know how long I lay there before the lock clicked again. Helena wheeled herself in, holding a stack of papers. She tossed them onto the floor in front of me. “This is the termination agreement. Go ahead and sign.” I stared at her, stunned. “You would be so kind?”

I can’t let that happen. “Wait,” Christina interjects, her expression shifting into one of concern. “You need to understand the implications of what you’re proposing. If the government discovers this is a fake marriage, the consequences could be severe.” Mr Lund sits frozen, mouth half-open, looking between Christina and me like I’ve just suggested we rob a bank. I can’t help but grin at the absurdity of it all, but I know the reality is far from funny. “Of course,” I say, waving my hand dismissively, already trying to ignore the fact that he is staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. “It’s just a formality. We’ll be living together, after all we will be husband and wife.”

He was admittedly the lesser evil. "So.... what? How will you prove those texts were not with a teacher?" He shrugged. "They can't be from a teacher if they are from me." I felt heat rush up my face. "What?" He shrugged. "You can say they are from me. We can show them all the proof they want and..." "What? What sort of relationship do we have that we can convince them that we can share such explicit texts between us?" "Date me, then," he said simply. "Till the end of the senior year. Let's fake it. Plus, they can't refute it if you decide to get freaky with your boyfriend, can they?"

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.