Girlfriend Contract Funny Novels & Stories

I was shaking really badly and I didn’t even know what to think. All I knew was that I didn’t need anybody to start explaining my own predicament to me again. I already knew what I was signing. I was signing a seven-day contract with this dickhead, so all I needed to do was NOT to turn gay within those seven days or I’d be fucking getting married to this crazy psychopath. So what was there to explain again? Explaining it to me again would only make the situation feel worse and even more unbearable. So please, no—I didn’t want any more explanation. I knew exactly what the fuck I was signing, and I was aware of every single thing in the fucking contract.

The moment she saw the name on the screen, a real smile finally broke across her face. "How’s your day goin, baby?" She bit her lip while a flush of excitement warmed her chest. She rolled onto her side and hugged a pillow. She had been talking to her online boyfriend for months now. Even though they hadn't met in person, their connection felt legit. They shared their dreams, their daily rants, and tons of photos. "Ugh, literally the worst day ever," she typed back. She snapped a quick selfie with her tongue out in a cute pout and hit send.

Sheila’s hand, gripping the handle of her suitcase, tightened abruptly. The trending topics on her phone screen were like poisoned needles, pricking at her eyes until her vision blurred. She scrolled down, the comment section already a full-blown war zone. : Rich people really know how to play! A contract marriage, basically a fake marriage, a real sugar baby arrangement – legal and no responsibilities. : Looking at the contract, this female secretary was bought for fifty thousand a month? That's just laughable.

"I'm staying with you! It's because of the contract….Forget it. I didn't tell you." "Could it be that without the contract, you wouldn't be with me? You won't forget you're the one who said you'll be my woman?" Carwyn heard her speak, angry to a bluish-gray expression. "I just said that I want to be your girlfriend, not the woman in the bed. Moreover, signing the contract is also reluctant. I need money..." Okay, no matter what, just pour it all on him. Is she not wrong at all? "Need money, do you sell yourself? Can you be so casual?" Carwyn said without thinking. Angry at her can use a few sentences to shake off the relationship, mad at her completely without attachment to him, spitting out

“I don’t like repeating myself.” “Mr. Ronald, what are you saying? This is not what your contract states. It…It clearly stated that I will be your girlfriend for three years! That’s what I signed! It’s barely two years and you are already breaching the contract. Mr. Ronald what do you mean-” “Miss Wairimu… didn’t you properly go through the entire contents of the contract?” The man’s tone became even colder as he asked. Anita could tell that he was getting irritated by every second of that conversation.

"Holy Shit, you guys were faking it all this time?" I sighed and answered. "It was a contract marriage but we somehow grew close to each other, so I wouldn't say that all of it was fake." "So you're telling me that you have started to have feelings for your contractual wife." "Pretty much." "Okay. So what's the problem?" Then I told him the whole story of Evan and those pictures along with Brie's confession. "Woah. To say that your love life is complicated is an understatement." He commented.

Damnit! she swore tiredly, using the back of her palm to rub her sleepy eyes. It was one of those rare moments he said he loves her but she'd screwed it up this time. She wiped off the coffee spill and sat back before her laptop. Sam was not just her boyfriend. He was her boss. He owned SAM EVENT PLANNERS. The company she worked for. She was grateful to him for giving her the job. And also assigning her to take charge of the contract. When he asked her few months ago to be his girlfriend. She accepted.

"So, I'll have a fake girlfriend is what you're saying?" "Yeah... Someone you'll be seen around with. Go on public dates with. Walk around the streets with. Hold hands in public with. You know... All that stupid PDA... Just for the cameras! I can create a contract so that there's a mutual agreement between both parties and both parties will get benefits." CJ is still laughing and then suddenly stops and there's this serious stern look on his face. "Phoebe," he says in a chilly voice. "Is this what l pay you for? Shitty solutions? "

She couldn't help saying in a light tone, “Thank you!” “Thank you?” Daniel was surprised. "Why is that?" “You’re still as humorous as ever. I'm always laughing when I'm around you.” She answered “You know I'm good, don't you? Some of the nurses in the hospital secretly call me “The most handsome man in the hospital” You should know that I'm a good catch, right? Sarah hadn't expected him to make a joke out of it and laughed out happily before she asked. “By the way, where is your girlfriend? You're 28. When will you introduce me to my future sister-in-law?”

His hands went to my ass while he squeezed it, and then pulled me closer to him as our chests touched each other. He did all of this with no sort of facial expression. "Don't you think you are moving forward? This is just an act! I mean, the marriage is an act, and we are not even married yet." I made it clear to him while I moved backwards, and then removed his hand from my ass. "Woah! Who told you what I was doing wasn't an act, either? I was just trying to let you know the kind of act I was going to pull with you when we get married, too. Do you still want to get married to me?" He questioned.