Rent A Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Luckily for him, he came across a website where he was able to hire a girlfriend for the night. She met his taste of a high standard girlfriend, gave her a little pay and she stood in as his girlfriend that night.” I rolled my eyes hard. “So what? I should hire a random person to stand as my wife?” His eyes narrowed. “It's not as complicated as you think. Besides, you can host an interview to be sure she meets your standard before giving her the deal. It's contractual and would define in your favor. All you need to do is pay her, which would definitely not be a problem for you.” For some weird reasons, the idea seemed to make sense to me. A fake live-in girlfriend.

It was so bizarrely, hilariously human that it was almost believable. “So you want to… rent a girlfriend?” I asked, the concept feeling ludicrous even as I said it. “I want to contract a solution. A temporary one,” he clarified. “You would accompany me to a limited number of family functions. Dinners. Perhaps a charity gala. We would be seen together in a context that suggests a serious, committed relationship. It would grant me a reprieve from their matchmaking efforts and allow me to focus on my work.” My mind was reeling, a whirlwind of objections. “And you chose me because… I’m conveniently disposable? Because I have no connections to your world and you ca

“Yeah, so nobody try to steal her from this throuple queership.” “You're so silly,” Stormi snorts out a laugh. “Have you made up your mind babe?” Renata asks, staring at the camera still but I know the question is for me. “Yes,” I nod, my lips twitching with a smile. “I want Rouge.” “Fuck yeah, this is going to eat so bad.” she claps, pausing when the comments start flooding the screen again. “What? Which one of you cussed?” She squints towards the camera, this is how she interacts with her audience. “I will forgive you, but don't cuss in front of Mommy and her wife.” she giggles. “Okay, on to more serious matters, for those of you only now joining us, welcome to Rena's world.” she says, pro

“She keeps asking people for your number.” My mouth fell open. “W-What?” Suddenly, everything made sense. The smiles. The lingering eye contact. The way Amber always seemed to appear whenever I was around. Oh my God. “You're telling me she likes me?” She nodded. “Very much.” I covered my face. “You need a boyfriend, Lara.” “I know!” “Tonight, you're coming with me.” I lowered my hands. “Where?” “I’m introducing you to my friends.” I stared at her.

The company organizes a team hike. When it's time to split into groups, I look at Malcolm Ridgeway, the man I've been secretly dating for two years. I expect him to pick me. Instead, he turns to Savannah Leclair, his childhood friend who just got back from being abroad. "You tire out easily. Join my group, I'll look out for you." Savannah links her arm through his like it's the most natural thing in the world. Our coworkers eat it up. "Childhood sweethearts really are something else. Malcolm, you're still single, right? You two would be perfect together." Malcolm doesn't pull away. He just says, "Yeah, I don't have a girlfriend." I freeze. Just last night, he holds me and promises he'll

"Five minutes. Then decide." I should walk away. I should run. Instead, I followed. We walked along the edge of the parking lot. Students milled around luxury cars, laughing, oblivious. No one paid us attention. Ronan kept his voice low. "I need something from you." "Of course you do." "Three months." He glanced at me. "I need a girlfriend. Fake girlfriend." I stopped walking. "You're insane." "Probably." He kept going. I had to catch up. "Public dates. Convincing photos. Act like you can't keep your hands off me in front of cameras."

"It’s not as if I wouldn’t take care of you otherwise, but I want you to be officially mine, Ren. We’ve been living in separate rooms because I respect your privacy, but I want to be near you at night. I know you aren't ready for that yet, and I’m not blaming you. I know you're waiting for your heart to catch up." Renata studied him for a moment before offering a soft, playful suggestion. "Why don’t we start with dating first? We can share the room, too." Domenico blinked, momentarily stunned. "Are you asking to be my girlfriend?" "Yes," she teased, an amused smirk tugging at her lips as she locked eyes with him. "Don't you want me to?"

"How about you tell me how some random woman walked herself in here?" Her friends got up too, looking me over. A girl with bleached hair sneered. "Viv, is this the freeloader you were talking about? She's back?" "God knows why." Vivienne folded her arms. "Mooched a meal off my boyfriend at the restaurant, got kicked out. Now she's trying to mooch a house." "Listen, lady. Stay away from my boyfriend. Don't think a few years on him gives you any leverage. He's not going to fall for some old trick."

He dropped the paper on the table right beside me as he stared at me. “What’s that?” “A contract.” My eyebrows raised as I stared at him. “Contract for what?” “I need a girlfriend to get the rumours of me being gay off the media and also get the media off my neck, and yesterday the photo of a girl kissing me has been making rounds all over campus and social media. “You kissed me, Rosie, and that I’m willing to forgive, but you have to be my fake girlfriend for a year, and you get paid 10k USD every month plus the luxury that comes with it, and if I’m being honest, you need that money.”

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.