Faking With Benefits Novels & Stories

"Well, there's something about you that gives me confidence. I know you wouldn't go to the press right away. With news like that they would pay you a lot of money. Besides, my father also saw something in you. He practically told me that women like you I need in my life so that I can move forward. Wow, having said all that in front of that man had been worth it. But not only that, he had a chance to go back to college and all he had to do was put up with this idiot in one year. "According to this contract we would pretend that we are committed to everyone." -So is. Everybody. "Besides... would we get married?" -Yes of course. Three months after I asked you to be my wife. I swallowed thick. —

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.”

After all, the money had already been deposited into my bank account, and the loan shark had left me alone, as promised. "Alright," I murmured, resigned. "What do you want me to do first?" "You’ll go to him. I want you to convince him to grant you an interview." "But how will I—" "I have here some fake credentials for your other jobs," he said casually, pulling a folder from his briefcase and placing it on the table. "If he doubts your skills, this will change his mind. But I want you to play the game. He loves a beautiful, voluptuous woman. Use that to your advantage."

“I’m offering you something else. Fake dating. You and me. We pretend we’re together. People buy it. And it screws with Liam in the process, also I'm sick and tired of these girls and I need someone to help me honestly, and I can pay you or maybe I don't know what do you want in excgange?” I blinked at him. “Fake dating? You mean like… rom-com territory?” “Call it whatever you want,” he said with a shrug. “All I know is, it benefits us both. He gets pissed. You get your little power move. And I…” He paused, smirking again. “I get to watch you squirm every time I hold your hand.” I should’ve laughed in his face. I should’ve thrown him out. But instead? My brain went into overdrive.

“Thanks a lot for the effort, Jessica. But even I want to fake my identity... where do I begin? I don’t only need to appear like a twenty-five-year-old graduate. I also need to show them proof that I am a graduate. Actual credentials. How am I supposed to manifest a fake bachelor’s degree out of thin air?” A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Jessica’s face. “You really think I didn’t think this through before I dragged you over here?” “What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I know a guy. He specializes in faking resumes, and his work looks flawless. All you have to do is say the word, and he’ll print out official-looking graduation transcripts for you. No one will ever know.” I slow

“You’re one of the best students in your program. They’re not going to drop you. But… you’ve been thinking about Jace’s offer, haven’t you?” I stood up and started pacing the small room, arms wrapped around myself. My socks slid quietly on the floor. “Every time I try to focus on my work, I keep seeing those numbers. The interviews he mentioned… that kind of access could make my portfolio stand out. It could actually help though.” Becca nodded slowly. “Exactly, and it’s fake, right? No feelings. Just some pictures and showing up at games. You keep your independence and he gets his image fixed. Its a Win-win.”

I ask wondering why he was holding a laptop all of a sudden. " so basically, the company we are about to Work here could be too tricky when it comes to personalised information". I hear him say while taking a moment to think before we continued talking. " And since we are about to make fake data,I have to be very fast about it,the last thing I would want is a fraud and them arresting us for it,I have to make it feel so legitimate before going towards our plan of action " I hear him say while typing away on his computer. " you are making it sound like we are about to do something really illegal" I say to him as I was suddenly confused about the way that he was pretending.

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.

Kara leaned closer, whispering with a grimace, "I know you're Mr. Harper’s friend, but ... can you help me? I faked my status when I applied for a job here." Ben's jaw dropped. "So, Frank didn't know you were a single mother." Kara widened her grin and nodded. "You don't mind, do you?" Ben shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. Now, why don't you take me to see Frank?" "Thank you for your wisdom, Sir." They had a small chat as they walked towards the CEO's room. When Kara entered, Frank immediately glared at her with an annoyed look. "Didn't I tell you to buy food?"

Alex repeated. “Of course not. I’m too busy for that.” Rowan refused. “Come on, just a weekend off shouldn’t hurt. It’ll help your fake relationship look somewhat real, and you could send pictures to your grandmother, making her further believe you guys are together.” Alex tried convincing him. “I don’t know.” Rowan said hesitantly. He knew it would be very nice to hang out with Vivian for a day or two without thinking about work or anything and he loved being with her, apart from his grandmother it was only her that made him calm.