Girlfriend Contract Funny Novels & Stories

He laughed softly and then shook his head; he finally managed to open the envelope and placed a piece of paper on the work desk. “Here’s a thing… During our contract, I want us to keep our boundaries” He said and I nodded in agreement. “Here, you can read the contract before signing it” Levi handed me the paper; he was still sitting in his seat. On that night, I got up from my seat and immediately stepped closer to him; I reached over the paper afterward, and got back to my seat, getting ready to read the contract. As my eyes scanned over the content of the contract, I didn’t find any problem with it; the contract just commanded me to act as a professional fake girlfriend in front of the peo

“Sorry to disappoint you but not that offer.” “Oh, I see...” She glanced at him. “Then, what is it? Want to do it again?” “Yeah, I want to have a contract with you. Like a sex relationship contract.” She was a bit shocked about what he said, it made her silent for a few minutes. “Of course, I’ll let you have a say in terms and conditions. If you’re thinking about fuckbuddy relationship, yes that’s it.”

"An arrangement? Like those Monday, Wednesday, Friday ones you have." I nodded. "A contract that was for the week-end not just those fuck and duck sessions I have with the others." His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again. "A week-end contract arrangement then?" he clarified. "Yes." He stared at me. Then burst out laughing. I glared at him. "Are you done?" He laughed harder. "No. Not even close. You had a contracted girlfriend?" "She wasn't my girlfriend." I bit out. "Sure." He said rubbing his hands together.

Anyone would kill to be my girlfriend and now here she is acting like I'd just sentenced her to some inhumane cruelty. “What did you just say?” she questioned when she was done gazing at me like I had grown a second head or Maybe sprouted out a horn right at the center of my head. “I said, Be my girlfriend. I want you to be My Girlfriend” I explained calmly while not in anyway paying attention to her facial expression that should have been enough to stop me from repeating what I said initially. I'm not someone who ever gets No as a reply so I really didn't know when to stop.

'' Our eyes are glued to one another, letting me drown in the beautiful orbs of brownness, even though there's a part of me is currently begging me to look away but there's just something different about his current gaze. ''What did I do?'' My voice almost sounded like a whisper but clear enough in his ears. ''Nothing—absolutely nothing. I just want you to know that I care about you as my friend, you tend to make mistakes and I'm looking out for you. One day when this contract ends, you're free to be with whoever you want and I want to make sure that you'll be with the right one.'' He replies before smiling at me, patting onto my back and slowly rubbing it in soothing circles.

He then handed me a sheet of paper, the title on top making me go pale. “Girlfriend Contract.” As if that wasn’t bad enough, reading the content of the contract made me even more shaky. “For the next six months, selected girl will play the role of Alpha Zeke’s girlfriend, obliging to any and all demands the Alpha makes to her. This includes, but not limited to, sexual desires and attending to Alpha work. However, selected girl is not to speak details of contracted relationships on social media or in public and is not allowed to see other men.”

As I am about to speak, I hear a voice I recognise behind me. “Aimee, I don’t know you guys covered hospital news now”, Kyle says, and I roll my eyes and turn around looking at him. “Hi Kyle, I’m not here for work”, I say, and he frowns as I turn my attention back to the secretary. “I am his son's girlfriend”, I say, crossing all the fingers and toes that I can, hoping that she will believe my lie. Well, technically it’s not a lie, or is it? What are we? We are not even engaged yet, “I’m a friend of the family”, I say straight after, and she frowns, asking my name again.

It was weird to be meeting with him in such an informal setting, and as I sat there, I nibbled on my ice cream with growing unease. "You are going to be my contracted girlfriend for 365 days" I heard him say, but wasn't sure he was actually talking to me. "Huh?" I asked, feigning ignorance. He repeated it again, this time, with his eyes boring deep into mine. My eyes widened in disbelief, a slack-jawed expression of shock and surprise spread across my face as I struggled to comprehend the bombshell that had just been dropped.

“Your friend was supposed to meet me today to sign the final contract.” My eyebrows scrunched. “Contract?” His gray eyes met mine. “To be my contract wife.” My breath hitched. My mouth fell open and my brain short-circuited. The fuck? Contract wife?! What the hell is he talking about?! “You’re joking,” I laughed nervously, shaking my head. “There’s no way Mica agreed to something like that.” He didn’t say anything. Just kept watching me. I scrambled for my phone. “I’ll call her right now—”

Levi asked, looking at one such profile of a greyed-out silhouette of a woman's face with a huge padlock sign over it. "It means the companion is in an exclusive relationship." "They can go exclusive? Like dating?" "It's called a girlfriend contract. They do everything pretty much a girlfriend would do. But sex is not necessarily a given. It's up to the companion and whether or not they're attracted to you. If they are, they can add that part in. Dreams is pretty strict on that." "What's the point then if she's girlfriend but doesn't want to have sex?" Mark asked, bemused by the notion of a girlfriend contract.