Just Benefits Novels & Stories

He said and clicked his tongue. "I'll be home in the matter of a few minutes, make breakfast for me." I called into the phone and then hung up. "Is that a new boyfriend?" Frank said from where he was sitting beside me. "Maybe," I decided to tease him, "why would you care?" "I don't." He shrugged one shoulder, "we are nothing but friends with benefits, at this point, we are not even friends. Just with benefits." That caused my heart to sink. "Yeah." I agreed with him. He was right but there was no denying that the feelings we had for each other were present.

We are practically living together. For me, it is to save some penny because I’m on my rocks right now, which I'm still waiting ‘til next week for my allowance from the scholarship. I’m lucky enough to be chosen to the grant, they give a good keeps. And for him, he got some monster in his house to stay away from. I offered him to stay with me, but we have to split the payment. Fortunately, he agreed to stay on a one queen sized bed, tiny dinky kitchen, clean bathroom and my aesthetic living room. P*******t definitely knows it’s assignment.

I had exposed the raw, unprotected core of my emotional system to the one person who had the power to tear it to pieces. Clause 3.1: Strict prohibition of romantic gestures. No domestic acts like cooking dinner together. I had not only permitted the breach; I had actively craved it. The data was glaringly obvious now. The "friends with benefits" contract wasn't a mechanism to regulate our casual physical tension. It was a failing containment field. The more I tried to calculate our boundaries, the more the emotional reality bled through the margins. If I let this continue, if I allowed Atasha Clemente to become my comfort, I would lose the ability to function without her.

He felt he was using her-as other does with her. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't. Nathaniel couldn't tell but his only hope was that it all turns out well for both of their sakes. He hopes so. "Do you think Mrs. Hathaway will give me one of her baby bird to raise?" Kenneth's little voice asked as he held his Teddy bear close to his chest. "And why would you want that? No one should take a baby away from its mother. It's a very bad thing to do." Nathaniel cautioned the little kid whose happy mood immediately turned sour.

Then another message. “For your own good.” The words were simple. The intent behind them wasn’t. She stared at the screen, her heartbeat sharp and uneven. And somewhere across the city, Dominic Valente watched his phone light up with the delivery notification, jaw tight, eyes unreadable. Because the warning wasn’t supposed to hurt him too. She was becoming a fracture in his discipline, and she didn’t even know it. Every day, resisting her felt less like strength and more like self-punishment.

The one real thing he always asked for, love. One question remained in his mind. “Will this remain just the benefits?" TRIGGERED WARNING R18+

“That’s not true—” “Isn’t it?” he cut in sharply. Ava’s heart pounded. “I loved you—” “You loved what I could give you,” Ethan corrected coldly. “The lifestyle. The benefits.” The word echoed in the air between them. Cruel and final. Ethan took a step back, his voice dropping. “You didn’t marry me for me, Ava.” A pause. “You married a billionaire… for the benefits.”

Living in a big city, ordinary people really couldn't afford to get sick. John used the little money he had to buy his boss some afternoon tea and went back to work. Over the years, he had contributed to the company, but his contributions were always stolen by his boss. Because he had no background, the company never gave him any benefits, and his salary and bonuses were often deducted for various reasons. When it was time to get off work, John thought of his appointment with Judy and hurried to leave. On the way, he saw a mobile blood donation station set up on the roadside, with quite a few people lined up.

People's joy knew no bounds when the news of Nathan's recovery spread everywhere. The doctor, which was Jayden, advised that he'd be on bed rest for minimum of a week so he can regain his full strength. Nathan was not at all happy with this and he used every means to show it. The only thing that eased his unhappiness was that the kids were staying home with him because they were on mid-term break.

Shane's grip made it hard for me to breathe, and my arm crashed down on the keyboard. Shane instantly collapsed, curling up in my arms. My clothes were ruined too now. My aggressive typing had led to Shane becoming… I could not bring myself to say it, so I just held him quietly. "Jamie, you're in trouble." I retorted through clenched teeth, "It's all because you made me work on so many files. That's why I was typing all day." Shane did not care. "Help me up… Then, finish those files."