Rent A Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"I was his girlfriend before you. Well, 'contract girlfriend' is more accurate." I froze. Contract girlfriend? There's no way they could know about our arrangement unless... "Maybe you're the new contract girlfriend," the blonde mused. "Or just a good actress. You're certainly all over social media these days." Ariana stood up, joining Emilia. "I think you ladies have had enough to drink. Time to move along." "We're just trying to help," the first woman said with mock sincerity. "Girl to girl. Alexander Carter is a master at making women feel special right before he discards them."

Aria I give him a side-eye. “Girlfriend? You’re laying it on thick already, huh?” He smirks, not even missing a beat. “Oh, you’ll see. We're gonna make that bastard jealous, and trust me, it’ll work.” I almost trip over my own feet. Me, in some fake relationship with Lucas-the-Resident-Player? Yeah, that’d go over great. The judgment I’d get from my friends? Yikes. I can practically hear them already- Aria, really? Lucas?

Someone introduces me to Ivy Bennett, my secret girlfriend of five years, at a college reunion. "Hey, Dr. Bennett, Eli is a researcher in your department, too. Why don't you two give it a try?" I walk toward Ivy, hoping to take this opportunity to finally make our relationship public. But Ivy takes a step back and points toward her childhood sweetheart, Matthew Reed, who has just returned from abroad. "That's alright. I already have someone I like." To avoid suspicion, Ivy adopts a distant, detached expression and says, "If you have marriage in mind, there's someone I can introduce you to. I think you'd make a good match." I look at the ten feet of distance she keeps between us and la

“I know. I just… I don’t know how.” The doctor hesitated, then pulled a small card from his pocket. “Look, I’m not supposed to do this, but a patient’s family mentioned something last week. There’s an agency that handles unusual arrangements. High paying ones. They call it spouse rental. Legal contracts for people who need money quick. Might be worth a call if you’re truly desperate.” Lina stared at the plain white card with only a phone number and the words “Elite Matches – Contract Services.” “Spouse rental? Like… fake marriage?”

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

I was in a daze when I saw my girlfriend, Hannah Jennings, on the digital billboard. She was wearing elaborate makeup. A colleague next to me elbowed my arm and said, “Gosh, this woman is really going all out. Renting this digital billboard on New Year’s Eve has to cost at least ten thousand dollars for just half an hour. “I heard she already booked this billboard with our leasing team a whole month ago. She really can’t wait to marry her boyfriend.”

The girl beside him—Victoria Richardson—finally sensed that something was wrong. She frowned and tugged at his arm, her voice tinged with both curiosity and a hint of coquettish impatience. "Billy, what's going on? Who are they?" Billy's lips trembled, but no words came out. He could only look at us with a pleading, almost desperate expression. I ignored him. Stopping in front of them, I spoke clearly. "My name is Katherine Rowan. I'm Billy's… girlfriend of one year." "What?!" Victoria's eyes flew wide open. She sprang away from Billy as if burned, glaring at him. Her voice turned sharp. "Billy, what did she just say? What's going on?!"

It was a known fact that Melody Shaw, the school belle, only dated people for three months. Yet, she went out with me for nine months. Everyone said that it was proof that I was her true love. However, a viral post in the forums said that her true love, Mike Clint, had returned and that she would ditch me for him soon enough. I thought it was a joke and wanted to show it to her, but she turned to her side and pulled away from me, pretending to be asleep. I thought she was upset that a girl gave me her number, but I needed her contact information for my report. So, I pulled her into my embrace like nothing was out of the ordinary. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were sealed shut. My h

My name is Teyara Moon, and I am a Girlfriend for hire, I can be a wife, a girlfriend, a mother, a Godmother, a sex partner to whoever was paying for the role. For the last two and a half years, I’ve played the doting partner to nearly half a dozen elite clients, the duration entirely dependent on their individual needs. Typically, physical intimacy isn't part of the contract—unless, of course, they are willing to pay an astronomical premium. After the trauma involving Jax and the near-assault that followed, I had entirely locked down my emotions, dedicating every waking hour solely to my education. Two and a half years later, I walked across the stage with a degree in Business Administratio