Funny Friend Contract Novels & Stories

His childhood friend. He went out but of course, seeing his hot ex-girlfriend almost naked in front of his eyes, his cock stood erect inside of his boxers. How much he now wished to get that night to be rewind and so he could undo his mistake. He was given the contract and he was too frustrated to read the contract. He signed the contract almost in no time and asked them to give him someone who is hot as hell.

I answered tryna to be as calm as I can. Inside I was thinking about how we’re going to continue to be “Just Friends” which was impossible of course! There’s an old parable about that, that says “In no matter the condition, EXs can’t be «Just Friends»” (But you do realize that I invented that proverb, right? :) ) We were still holding papers in our hands, and she had that Fake Agreement in her hands. She slowly folded the paper and put it in her purse, and then she approached me, and she kissed me on the cheeks and waving at the Taxi simultaneously.

Charles said coldly. Sarah looked into his eyes, “I have submitted my resignation. We have broken up!” “You have submitted it, but did I agree to it? Labor Contract Law stipulates: When the company hasn’t violated any rules, the employee must submit their resignation at least one month in advance, and the company must then accept it; only then can someone resign. Moreover, you said we’ve broken up, but I never agreed to it. Do you think you are in charge of what happens between us?

I said before I looked at him with a serious eyes. “Give me the contract,” I added. He gave me the contract, I didn’t read it since it’s quite long and I just put my signature on the end of the contract. Paul don’t deserve that girl knowing her attitude when she’s in front of their parents. Paul deserve someone who’s nice with or without problem especially when they are in front of their parents. “Are you sure?” he asked. “My friend is waiting for me,” I said instead of answering his question. “O-oh yeah, sorry.” He started the engine.

"If you liked the other night,I can introduce you to much more but only if we sign a contract." "Yes!" I exclaimed. "Wow. You're excited." His frame shakes. Two weeks ago if someone had told me that this man here can even smile. I would bet my life he never did. Now here we are,he laughs at practically everything I do and say. Maybe I was the joke because I knew o was a lot of things but funny was not one of them. "I'll go through it with you.Do you prefer paper or on the phone?" "Whatever. I don't care." I move to the edge of the bed.

I told him and watched his muscles clench. “I don't know what you mean, and I think you're just trying to find an excuse because you don't like the Duncans,” he stated. The lack of logic in his words drowned me in disbelief. “And you're going to pretend that Gregory Duncan is your friend?” “He is not—” he cut himself off and cleared his throat. “It doesn't matter. We have a binding contract.” Anger flared within me, but I crushed it before it broke its leash. “What if we don't need that contract?” I asked cautiously.

The way he looked at me gave me chills, but I refused to show it. “I’m not going to fall in love with you,” I said, louder this time, as if saying it again would solidify the truth. “Let me make this perfectly clear: there will never be anything between us. No relationship, no friendship. And as for the contract—I’ll stick to it, but I’m done pretending to be your girlfriend. This ‘friends with benefits’ crap? It’s over. Once this project is finished, I’m leaving the company. And your penthouse? I’m moving out today.”

“What do you mean? It seems you might have forgotten something. Allow me to refresh your memory…” “You didn’t read the contract before signing?” he countered, leaving me momentarily speechless. What game is he playing this time? Is he really trying to pull a prank on me? My heart raced as a wave of fear washed over me. “You told me I would be your mistress for three months, and after that, I would gain my freedom! It was all clearly laid out in the contract!” I exclaimed, frustration welling up within me. How could he joke about this? We signed a contract, and now he acts like it never happened.

“Alright. But I don’t want your money. My terms are simple. When you have an urge, you come to me only. And I will decide how we’ll be intimate.” His terms seemed a little weird, but he had agreed. I naturally did not want to let go of such a high-quality prospect. “Deal.” Right after we made our deal, he said he had some business to attend to and needed to be away for a while. I suspected that he might have regretted agreeing to our partnership. Yet he texted me very frequently. He would ask what I was doing or eating, or who I was with. He seemed curious about everything in my life.