Funny Relationship Contract Novels & Stories

Terms and conditions Sharp and emotionless the contract on the table was immaculately written in black ink on white paper. The difference between Sophia and being saved or disaster was a few signatures. Just as he did in every boardroom, Adrian kept a close eye on her. As composed as ever he stated It's all standard. “We tie the knot. We pretend to be married. And we leave without any problems after a year. “ When Sophia saw the contract her eyes remained fixed. “And what happens if one of us violates the rules?”

Khyle didn't like talking about his personal life, or lack thereof, and Gunner didn't want to give too much away on him. He shrugged. "Hn. Don't think so." "Or a boyfriend? Because I'll cheat on this guy for him." The sound of skin smacking skin was instant. "Hey!" Any trace of amusement that may have lingered on the enforcer's face drained away, and he stared at the two bickering lovers in silence. "Hey. Everybody gets one." "Says who?" "It's in the contract." "What contract? We don't have a contract." "The couples contract. It's like a universal constant or something."

she added, “the agreement ends immediately. No negotiation. No appeal.” Maya looked between them. “You’re telling me,” she said carefully, “there’s a clause in a fake relationship contract that lets it end if… emotions get involved?” Holiday nodded with an amused smile. “Yes,” she said. “And also if you two cross into sexual conduct.” Maya let out a slow breath through her nose, shaking her head slightly like she couldn’t decide if she was offended or entertained. Unbelievable. Just unbelievable. Why did she have to say it like it was some kind warning label?

He’s quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully. “We’re both here because our families won’t leave us alone. And you’re here because Ryan ruined your professional reputation.” He pauses. “What if we could solve both problems?” “I don’t follow.” Adrian pulls out a folded paper. Sets it on the table between us. “A contract. Six months. We appear to be in a relationship. Public appearances, social media, enough to convince our families and the gossip mill.” My brain struggles to process. “You want to fake date me.”

he conveys like he already thought about it “So miss evans do we have a deal? He asks stretching his arm out, I think about Kaylee I’m doing this for her only her, I could do this it was just one year I put my small hands in his ridiculously large ones, a small zing of electricity goes through my body and I look up at him to see if he felt it too But his face was blank, “yes we do” I say, he nods standing up “my lawyer will send you the contract tomorrow, go through it and sign” he instructs I nod my answer thinking of how fast my life was changing and then I remembered “uhm Mr Blackwell when is the wedding? I ask

He had included that we were met to meet on a date at least 3 times weekly, so as to reduce the suspicion that will come as regards to our relationship. I cast a side look at him and saw that he was looking at me as though waiting for me to sign the contracts and get over with every other thing as well. How do we commence my mother’s treatment? I asked him seriously, and he raised a brow. Does that necessarily mean that you are ok with the provisions of the contract? He asked calmly, and I nodded briefly. Everything was OK, and at least he was smart enough to add that there must not be any form of intimacy between the two parties, unless the fake one. Without another word, I signed the contr

'but. 'And you think it is as easy as that, especially when there are children involved? he asked. 'What if you fall in love with him, if you are not already in love with him, by the way, and don't say it's impossible because it is very possible, he is your mate!' 'The contract states that there shall be no physical relationship between us!' she explained. 'Umg! he scoffed. 'What happens when both of you accidentally falls into each other's arms and then one thing leads to another?'

Her chest rose and fell faster. “So yes. I’m Mr. Stalker. Your Mr. Stalker,” I said, pointing at her with a grin stretched across my face. She stared at me. Her hands trembled slightly around the coffee cup. I reached for the single sheet of paper that stood out underneath the messy stack of documents she had spread out and pulled it free. The moment my eyes landed on the title, I froze. Terms of Agreement: Fake Relationship Contract. I burst out laughing. Not because it was funny but because Drisana never ceased to amaze me.