Faking With Benefits Novels & Stories

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.

“ Of Course. It will be only an added benefit.’ “ So, what is the main benefit for me, Mr. Ben?” “ The only thing you can get from this deal is immortality.” I looked at him with wide eyes. That was the ultimate goal of everyone’s life on the Mainland. Looking at my shocked expression, he added,” You would have to work hard for it, Sia.” Sia was opened her mouth to reply but Mr. Ben cut her off saying,“ Before You take your decision, let me complete my story."

Something irreparable, but coverable: with smiles, with pretty looks, with good gestures. She doesn't lie, she hides the truth. She doesn't say anything, and she yells a lot in complete silence. She is the absolute image of the controversy. The good, which must be bad by nature. The beautiful thing, that it is completely broken. The strength, which has weaknesses. The quiet girl with books and loud music, who goes out to a party to get high. The promiscuity, that she does not like to kiss. The life that is not real. The life that is invented. The life that must be lived out of obligation. The fake life she invented in her dreams to survive.

“That’s genius. But how do you plan on getting her to sign anything? That woman wouldn’t give you the time of day.” Adam leaned back, thoughtful. “Unless she thinks she’s getting something in return.” I stopped pacing and looked at him. “Money.” He nodded slowly. “Maria is greedy. She hides behind that sweet-girl image, but deep down, she worships luxury.” Josh smirked. “So we bait her.” We moved fast. Adam created a fake external company profile—polished website, fake credentials, glowing testimonials. Then we hired a man, someone believable, smooth-talking, with the kind of charm that could sell sand in the desert.

Rachel then shook her head in exasperation and began yelling at Shirley, "Can't you stop making a fuss? I never paid a single cent for this house! Aaron was the one who bought it himself!" Yet, Shirley still continued arguing unreasonably. Finally, I had no other choice and brought up the matter of her faking her illness to commit insurance fraud, threatening to call the police on her. It was only then that Shirley finally backed down before being dragged away by Rachel.

"Act like understanding me is something you're entitled to." His jaw tightened. "I'm not acting like anything." "You sent me a message designed to get inside my head and now you're standing here acting like that's honesty. It's not honesty. It's strategy." "Everything is strategy with you," he said, and the flatness in his voice had acquired an edge now, something genuine and sharp. "Someone does something that isn't purely calculated and you immediately find the angle in it because you can't imagine anyone doing anything that isn't about winning something."

Damien was well aware if not now, there wasn’t hope of getting this opportunity anytime soon again. She wouldn't know. His mind reminded him again but before he got giving in into the thought, he pulled back against his own wish. He never took advantage of any girl and obviously he wouldn’t like to start it by taking advantage of his sleeping heaven. He chose the road over flight because he liked driving and it had been a while he had drove himself away like this. He also wanted to use this chance to discuss over the matter of their fake engagement and find a win win situation for both of them and wished to knock some sense into her head as well and obviously wasn't ready to get this realiza

Clearing her throat, Emily sat down, smoothening down her blouse. “I'm sorry, Sir but what did you just say? I think I heard wrong. I hope it is wrong” “I want you be my fake girlfriend” Emily blinked, absorbing the shocking offer, “Are you sure of what you have just said, Mr. Sterling?” “I am” "I'm not sure how I feel at the moment" “I completely understand, Ms. Collins. It's a lot to ask," "Sir, I……I appreciate the trust you've placed in me. But engaging in a fake relationship feels... ethically challenging. I also understand the pressure you're facing from your family and it’s a difficult situation. However, I don't want to participate in deceiving your family”

on anonymous client profiles, all wrapped in vague language and speculation. Just enough to look like a real lead if anyone’s watching, and off the mark enough to make them sleep better at night. I salt it with fake phone numbers, bad dates, even a line about a “possible romantic entanglement” between Liberty-Anne and a minor Bainbridge investor. Pure fiction, but plausible enough to distract. It’s tedious, playing cat-and-mouse with a shadow I can’t see, but it beats handing over my real work on a silver platter.

“I’d hoped for a little basic decency, but clearly, that’s beyond you—and your twisted fascination.” Her brows lifted in mock surprise. “Oh, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she cooed, hands fluttering in faux distress. “I was just curious. We’ve all grown so much since college, and I thought maybe sharing could help bond us and… clear the air.”