Novel & Cerita Friend Contract

I don't know alot about him ; the only personal thing I know is that he's great in bed and is good at teasing. If I don't anything more about him, it was going to remain that way. Our contract was about sex, not about getting to know each other personal attributes. Heck we shouldn't even be having dinner or looking in each others eyes. There's a big difference between lovers, friends and a sex partner. When the contract is over, it will be like we never knew each other. We'd be like.... Total strangers.

He smiled, “Contracts don't work like that. Once one is entered, it can not simply be dumped and tossed aside" My mouth fell open, “A contract?"

Amelia half yell, half sitting up. "I guess that you didn't read the breaching of contract part as well" he said, folding his arms against his chest. "I'm meant to pay a penalty f*e?" "You know, one thing I hate are lies and people who try double cross me. You agreed to the deal, signed the papers and now, you want to back out of it while having my sperm in you? Do you take me for a fool?" Sean demand, wearing an angry look. A little, since you believe your sperm is in me...Amelia thought, clearing her throat before she speak.

I watched him quietly, my arms folded to my chest as he opened a drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper, the contract we both signed the first day I came to his pack. Then, without a word, he tore it right down the middle then he burnt it. My eyes widened in shock. “You tore it, and burnt it? Why would you do that? That’s our contract paper” I said, my voice filled with surprise. He looked at me, seriously. “That means our deal is over,” he said softly. “I’m not with you because of the contract anymore. I’m doing this now because I love you.” I didn’t say anything.

The last thing I expected was for Santiago to show up here, let alone change his mind and agree to the partnership I proposed. I nod as I contemplate his words. “You’re absolutely right. As a contract partner, I will respect your boundaries and keep my distance.” “Not contract partner, Isabella. But contract mate.”

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

Still, I don't think she has any plans to return because it was only the first week I was working with Maximus when she left, but it's been over three months now, and she hasn't returned. I sigh in relief because he seems to have forgotten his free taste. It's not that I'm hopeful about that part; it's quite different. I still can't quite get over agreeing to the setup he wanted, which I didn't even think about. But I can't do anything because of my family's situation. As the saying goes, when you're in trouble, hold on to Maximus’ dick. Shit! I guess my saying is wrong. "Here it is, sir," Aries said with a smile before handing me the envelope he was holding, which I knew was the contract. W

"This Marriage Contract (the 'Agreement') is made and entered into as of [Date] by and between Mr. Adrian Cagliari, the first party, and Miss Ashleigh Hartman, the second party..." Her grip tightened on the pen as she listened. Every word felt like another layer of chains locking around her. "You promise to tell me about my birth parents?" she asked one final time, her voice barely above a whisper. Adrian nodded, his expression unreadable. Swallowing hard, she signed her name. Her aunt followed suit, and then Adrian signed, sealing their fates. The lawyer stood. "In the presence of these witnesses, I declare Ashleigh and Adrian Cagliari husband and wife. Congratulations."