A Contract Marriage With My Boss Novels & Stories

"But sir, that isn't Miss Valerie's signature. This is—" "I know what the signature is. File it." Clutching the papers, she nodded quickly and scurried off. Before I could head to my office, Javier touched my arm. “Why are you so sure this’ll work, boss? There is no easy exit once that contract gets filed. Our world is not civilian marriage. The old laws apply. Breaking it would mean—" "I know what it would mean." I straightened my jacket. “I’ve no intention of smashing it. I'm planning to use it."

"Let's meet at the Next Cafe tomorrow at 12 pm." *** The next day, when we met, Drex handed me a document that immediately piqued my curiosity. "What's this?" I inquired, giving him a suspicious look. "Please read through it; it's the best solution I could come up with," he urged. I opened the document, and it was titled "Marriage Contract." As I perused its contents, it outlined the rules we would have to abide by: - Rule No. 1: Divorce after 5 years.

Or did he plan never to marry? "Okay. There would be terms and conditions, right?" "Yes, I would lay my terms and you will lay your terms in the contract and we would both sign. Once you've agreed, I'll get my lawyer to start the paperwork." "While I'm your uh, wife, will I still work for you?" "No. I don't link my personal life to work. As my wife, you'd have your own job in another company." "Do I get to tell Kate or anyone?" "No, you don't. This is our own contract between both of us. And once you sign that contract, any security breach shall be taken legally. In simpler terms, you aren't meant to say a word to anyone."

Or smack his head. "And why?" "Because.....I don't want to and half of the amount is still with me." Was he trying to change my mind by saying this? "That's the thing, you don't have to give me more-" "I'm gonna give you double of it and there will be some changes in the contract as our marriage is going to be longer than two years." Wide-eyed and mouth apart I stared at the man in disbelief. Here I was saying to end the contract, find another girl and marry her then have a baby but he was telling me that we would stay together for more than two years.

“ I think the both of you need to decide if you want to have a real relationship, or you would like to leave it as a contract ” “ I can't have such a conversation with him because I can't get through to him. Sporadically he is flirting with me, and the other times he is reminding me that this is a contract marriage ”. “ Uhh…. I called you to complain about my man's boss, but it seems your case is worse than mine”. “ I have to rest now, today was hectic for me ”. “ Alright, are you still going for a check-up tomorrow? ”. “ Yes. I was told I will be able to work once all this is removed, so I hope it goes well tomorrow ”.

Most probably, Darsh opened a document as he began to read something from it. "Condition number 1: The marriage contract is for two years, after which we will file for mutual divorce. No. 2: I'll pay you to play my wife. No. 3: You must attend every conference and party I'd ask you, without any question asked. No. 4: No one may take advantage of the situation by touching the other. However, it's acceptable with approval. No 5: And the most significant one: We can't fall in love with each other."

I look at the documents like it’s poisoned. “What is this?” “The marriage contract. If you sign it today, our wedding will hold on Saturday.” I’m pretty sure my eyes are the size of saucers right now. “Marriage contract?” “Yes. It’s a contract that guarantees you will stay married to me for the next two years. My programmer is just a call away. Sign this and I’ll order for the blog to be taken down right now.” I don’t know if it’s the way he says it — so easily, so stress-free— like we’re not talking about a life altering decision or someone’s multi-million dollar business.

Vincenzo sighed in disappointment; it may not be now, but sooner or later, he will get her to beg for his kisses and touch. “Sir, sorry Vincenzo. I think we are forgetting the terms of this marriage. It’s a contract marriage, and I don’t think we should be crossing our boundaries” She reminded. “Fuck the contract marriage, Camilla. So I can’t touch my wife? We were wedded.” “The wedding was fake; you and I know that. It meant nothing to me, and I hope it’s the same for you” She said, and he hissed before standing from the bed. “What about intimacy? Huh” he asked. “We talked about that” She answered. “There was no fixed date” He said, like his patience was wearing off. “We agreed for twice a

“This is a gamble for my boss to his family. I feel sorry that we’re going to get involved in this game. But don’t worry, you just have to marry him and follow the agreement. That’s it.” “But, why? Why it has to be me?” Asking him with a confused face.... but I am cute. “You’re good enough to step into the breach. Hypocrite. Acting like everything is fine. Tss.” He immediately answered back without any hesitation. “What? What did you say?” “You’re so pretentious. My boss will meet us later; You must sign the contract. I discuss you later the agreement and conditions.” “Do I really need to do this?” I asked in a low tone of voice.

I remind myself that he is my boss and I can lose this job if care isn't taken. I cleared my throat and summoned the audacity I needed. "Sir, I can't sign this contract." "And why not?" He asks haughtily. God, why does he have to be so fine even when he's been a major pain in the ass? "I-It's..." I searched for the right word, "Extreme. I'm selling myself to you if I sign this. And last time I checked you're married so this isn't right." His haw hardens with a scowl, "Did you read the contract?"