10 Rules For Sleeping Around Novels & Stories

In that enormous bed that smelled of sandalwood and rain. Dante called it "stress relief." He said it was simply a biological need, a way to burn off some excess energy from running an empire. He laid down rules, of course. Rule 1: No sleeping over. (He broke that on the third night, falling asleep with an arm around me, waking up only at dawn). Rule 2: No public displays of affection. (He constantly broke this, whenever we would walk into a meeting, he would place his hand on the small of my back). Rule 3: No feelings.

I sat on the floor in a puddle of silk and jewels and tried to remember how lungs worked. He crouched a few feet away, still giving me space. “Three rules. Listen.” I nodded like a doll. “One: stay out of my business. Don’t ask. Don’t follow. Don’t try to ‘ fix me’.” I swallowed. “Okay.” “Two: we don’t have to share a bed. Not ever. I sleep in my room. You take the other room. No marital shit unless you beg for it, and even then I’ll probably say no.”

"Rules?" Aimee stared at her over breakfast, obviously just as confused about Mitch's non-traditional relationship as Karla. "What kind of rules do you make that allows you to cheat on your boyfriend?" Karla stabbed at her eggs as she shrugged. "He says it's not cheating as long as we both know it's happening. That's one of the rules. If we want to screw someone else, we have to tell the other one. Then, it's not sneaking around; it's just sex."

I wanted to let him know that he was wrong. But for some reason, I could not find anything to say. "Now, let's get going. Shall we?" He fixed his coat casually, "By the way, I have already told you what you are allowed to do and what not. I'm sure your memory isn't weak enough to make you forget about the rules. You can even sleep with anyone you like and enjoy your night, it's totally up to you...it's not like any of us are under any commitment. Just don't end up sleeping with any of my business associates, it'll make things complicated."

I flip through the first few pages and catch a glimpse of something that immediately makes me feel my soul leave my body. Rule #17: Under no circumstance shall Party A (Ayla) attempt to seduce, flirt, or romantically engage with Party B (Damon), even under emotional duress. Rule #35: Party A must not fantasize about any romantic future beyond the agreed two-year period. Any wishful thinking will be considered a breach of agreement. Rule #49: Any “accidental” body contact will result in a fine of $5,000 per occurrence. (Yes, accidental is in quotes.)

"Like I am ever going to" The second rule was that they were allowed to have relationships outside of their marriage as long as it doesn't ruin their public image. "Just what a man who wants to cheat would say. I have no objections anyways" The third rule was what she had broken the previous day, she was not allowed to go into his room without his permission and touch things there. "It's just a little rule that I broke" she mumbled. The other rules were rules that made it seem like they were not married but housemates.

His shoulders were tight. "The contract," he said. "There are rules." "I figured." "Rule one. You sleep in your room. I sleep in mine. No one knows we are not a real couple." "Easy." "Rule two. You attend events with me. You smile. You say the right things. You do not tell anyone this is a business arrangement." "I can smile." "Rule three." He paused. His jaw tightened. "You do not fall in love with me." I laughed. It came out sharp. "Trust me. That will not be a problem."

"Actual rules. If we are going to live in this house together there have to be boundaries." "But you already gave me three rules for breakfast," he murmured. "Those weren't enough apparently." I crossed my arms across my chest. "Rule number 1: No more carrying me around without my permission. Rule number 2: No entering my room or my study without knocking first.” l paused. “ Rule number 3: No more surprise kisses and flirting. And…" I pointed at the space between us "...whatever you think this is, whatever you keep doing when you get this close, stop it. This is a business. That's it."

I smiled and walked straight past the nurse as I started concocting a new plan in my head. There will be three simple rules to follow if I need to get laid, a man needs release afterall. Rule 1- it will only last one night, no names would be exchanged, and no phone numbers either. Rule 2- No elongated flings or sleep overs, it seems to complicate things. Following these rules ensures it will be a one-time thing, and the woman won't go as far as falling in love with me after. That means no fucking the pretty nurses at the hospital where I worked. Feeling the tiniest bit more in control, I rolled my shoulders and checked my watch. Still two more hours until my twelve-hour shift ended.

I smiled and walked straight past the nurse as I started concocting a new plan in my head. There will be three simple rules to follow if I need to get laid, a man needs release afterall. Rule 1- it will only last one night, no names would be exchanged, and no phone numbers either. Rule 2- No elongated flings or sleep overs, it seems to complicate things. Following these rules ensures it will be a one-time thing, and the woman won't go as far as falling in love with me after. That means no fucking the pretty nurses at the hospital where I worked. Feeling the tiniest bit more in control, I rolled my shoulders and checked my watch. Still two more hours until my twelve-hour shift ended.