10 Rules For Sleeping Around Novels & Stories

10 RULES OF OUR LOVE LOLA'S POV “You were planning to force me into getting married to Anna Richard, dad, so I came up with the idea of a contract wife, and I went ahead with it. But the contract is in the past now because I love Lola so much, and I can’t live without her,” Andrea explained to his dad, and his dad breathed out a sigh of relief.

I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult. Instead, I might be losing my mind over a man who looks at me like I am both a mistake and a temptation. And I am not sure which one I want to be. I have very important rules. Rule number one: Do not think about him after 10 p.m. Rule number two: Do not stand on the balcony in thin sleep dresses when you know he sometimes works late. Rule number three: Do not imagine what his hands would feel like on your waist. I break all three rules daily. Tonight, I am breaking them again. I stand in front of my mirror, brushing my hair, pretending I do not care that the wall between our

“Maybe I’ll move into your walk-in closet. That way, I’m closer to peace.” She narrowed her eyes. “Touch my clothes, and I’ll bury you under them.” I grinned. “Relax. I won’t touch your glitter gowns.” She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Second rule. We only act like a couple in front of the cameras.” “First rule, I am not sleeping on the couch, and you are not keeping me out of the bedroom this night or else I would bring the whole roof down on our heads and make sure you don't get a wink of a sleep.”

We are not able to ask about the people we sleep with, we are not allowed to know who the other person is sleeping with. Rule 2. We will respect our home, and we will not bring anyone into the apartment. We will always use hotels and other places for our hookups. Rule 3. Use protection always. Rule 4. Always make sure our hookup partners know we are in a relationship. Rule 5. Stop the hookups when one of the partners is no longer comfortable with the open relationship. Those were the five rules we agreed on, and with everything said and done, our relationship was now open.

Right before I returned her the diary, she turned over to the last page and showed it to me. She had written ten extra rules— 1) A sex session must have a minimum of three rounds and maximum all night long or morning sex too. 2) Bring out your wildest desires, your kinks, your dirtiest thoughts and live them together. 3) Make love when you pull her in, but when she pulls you in, fuck her. I threw the diary across the room before reading any more of her sex rules. She broke out into laughter. I clenched my fists, holding myself back from picking her up in my arms right then, throwing her on the bed and following every sex rule she had written.

"Ready to make this official?" I froze. "Not without ground rules." His brow arched. "Ground rules?" "Yes. One no sex." He gave a mock pout. "Harsh." "Two ,if you decide to date someone else while this... arrangement is happening, they can't know. Outsiders can't know."Plus keep your affairs away from the public. "Fine. But same goes for you." "Obviously." "Anything else?" he asked, like we were haggling over a business deal.

"Condition number one, no interfering with each other's personal lives. What we do is in bed and bed only. Two, no sleeping with others while we are fuck buddies. Let's keep it clean and between just the two of us. If any of us sleep around, this, what we have, is over,” I said and he didn't even think about it. "Deal,” he said almost immediately. "Okay. Deal,” I said. "Now, my turn,” he said and instead of speaking like I had expected, he walked towards the table that was cluttered with flowers and the packed food containers and bags and he retrieved a book from one of the bags.

He spreads his arms along the back like he’s claiming territory. “Should I be taking notes on this legislation?” “Rule one: no women. Period. End of discussion.” “Already jealous? We’ve been roommates for twelve hours.” I ignore his smirk. “Rule two: no unauthorized exits. Rule three: no mysterious phone calls. Rule four: no suspicious meetings. This apartment is now Fort Knox.” He stretches his legs out, all lazy confidence and dangerous muscle. “That’s actually three separate rules, but who’s counting?” “Rule five: keep your hands off my belongings.”

I seriously could not think straight today, but who could blame me? Asher Creed had totally hit on me last night and there wasn't a single thing that I could do about it. Except maybe continue to have wet dreams about him and secretly touch myself in the bath while I thought about him. I knew I was a horrible friend for having these thoughts, but I wasn't breaking the rule, right? We said we couldn't date each other's brothers; there was no rule that said we couldn't fantasize about them.

"Would you like to know what that reason was?" I swallowed hard. Yes, I would. But if I let this go one step further, I'd lose the little control I had left. I'd told him he needed to earn it back—earn me back—and I couldn't ruin that now. "I'm here to sleep," I managed, clearing my throat. "And I'd appreciate it if you behaved like a gentleman. You can put your arms around me—just the arms. Three rules: no extra touching, no kissing, and absolutely no grinding."