Novel & Cerita Funny Friend Contract

“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.

he laughs. “Well, we are going to draw a contract, right here, right now,” I announce. He seems pretty shaken up but he agrees eventually, “Your call, Avery.” “So let’s start, What are the don’ts here?” I begin. “Hmm, asking for too much attention? Being clingy? Text message? Jealousy,” he chuckles as I glare at him. Knowing that he is teasing me, I throw the stylus at him. He picks it up and gives it back to me. And I answer, “I ain’t clingy, a little jealous maybe. But I won’t now. Since we are going to be just fuck-buddy.”

By someone I can’t have. I shake my head sharply, snapping out of my reverie. “Get a hold of yourself, Ryan,” I scold sternly as I stand, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “It’s never going to happen again. You, of all people, know that it’s an arrangement.” A contract with an expiry date. We both agreed that we were going to call things off the moment our parents stopped bothering us to get married or take over their companies. It could be a month from now or a year, but the important thing was that it had a timeline.

"No offense but you don't hold much weight in that department." "My friend Cole Michael told me once that when you get into deep shit with someone and you team up to make it out, chances are you become best friends for life. You are officially on my list of best friends for life and I promise to always have your back. If they fire you, I'll make them regret the day I was born." "Can you make that a poem so that I can frame it?" She laughed. "Better, let's make a contract. I'll sign it." I assured her.

"You're serious." "Completely." "We'd need rules." "Obviously." He leaned forward, and suddenly the air between us felt charged. "Then let's write them down." *** Twenty minutes later, we had "The Contract": Duration: 30 days Safe word: Mercy Either party can stop at any time, no questions asked Complete honesty required Rule #1: Friendship comes first Rule #2: No catching feelings Rule #3: What happens during the arrangement stays private I stared at the second rule. "No catching feelings? Really?"

--- He throws himself on the leather couch on the left side of the room. "She's too normal by our standards, you'd think I was just looking for a woman who looked like Leticia."--- I sit back in my chair, opening my notebook. I put in a very important contract for the company. It has already been reviewed by my lawyers, but I like to read any contract. Many people have tried to cheat me, to make an overpriced contract that would hurt me, but it didn't happen because I always had this habit and always caught it.

Didn’t he hear anything I said? “Be my pretend mate…for a certain period of time. Let’s say for at least a year. We will draw a legal contract and have it notarized and we will negotiate about the duties that you will have to do for me during the agreed period…” He shrugs. “...by the end of which, we will part as good friends and… I will pay you ten million dollars.”

Use us as sex slaves or force us to do things we didn’t want to? There could be a clause in the contract that obligated us to do things against our will, and we’d only realize it after signing. Beckie and I liked to have fun with men, but we didn’t want to be forced either. I wasn’t studying law for nothing. My friend and I had to be very careful not to be deceived. “I still don’t know what you and your friends’ intentions are,” I said after a moment, and he gave a short laugh. “My friends just want someone to hang out with. Like they said, we’re usually very busy men, always traveling for work, and we never have time to go home and see our wives,” he explained, resuming his meal.

Liam retorted sharply. “But we can't be so sure. We can't be too careful” Ethan replied sharply too. It was like they were in a word fight. “You just like to have the last word, don't you? Mr Ethan? I'm still your employer!” Liam scolded. “It's past work hours. I should call you by your name by this time since we're not at work. If we're friends, would you let me regard you as Mr Anderson even outside work?” Ethan whined.

I declared with a levity I did not feel. Martin laughed. I knew he would. I was exaggerating; I hadn’t fucked that many people, but what it really was, was that I didn’t fuck those types of people, and Martin knew it. I fully relaxed now, sinking into my chair. “Read that contract again, Marty. Please, cover my family,” I stated quietly when my friend’s laughter subsided. The weight between us was palpable. “Of course,” he replied, his voice thick. “See you this weekend?” he added carefully.