Contract Lover Novels & Stories

I intended to return it. When Ariana saw the tip amount, her jaw dropped. "He must have truly liked you! What's the deal with the 43 cents and the strange note? He wants to be your girlfriend? You didn't mention you were flirtatious. What actually happened this time? You should absolutely contact him. And you should obtain me a job at your place of employment." My head shook. "No way. I couldn't possibly hire someone like you. You'd be devoured." "What exactly does that mean?"

From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight.

I was already behind the counter when Liam returned, still having a troubled expression on. "Is everything okay with you?" We weren't that close as I was still weary around him, but I felt the need to ask him, since it seemed like it had something to do with Kathie. "Yeah everything is great." He flashes me a fake smile and I saw that as a sign not to inquire any further. Well so be it. The key to the storage room slips from the counter and falls to the ground. We both bend down to pick it when we bump into each other.

“You think that matters? My word is binding. And so is yours. If you want out, fine, but it’ll cost you.” Luke swallowed hard but managed to keep his tone light. “Of course, of course. I respect that. But business is business, and without a formal contract, there’s really no obligation—” Alexander cut him off, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Oh, there’s an obligation, Luke. The kind that doesn’t need a signature. The kind that comes with consequences if broken.” Luke’s eyes darted around nervously. “Look, Alexander, I didn’t mean to imply anything disrespectful. I just meant—”

I don't know alot about him ; the only personal thing I know is that he's great in bed and is good at teasing. If I don't anything more about him, it was going to remain that way. Our contract was about sex, not about getting to know each other personal attributes. Heck we shouldn't even be having dinner or looking in each others eyes. There's a big difference between lovers, friends and a sex partner. When the contract is over, it will be like we never knew each other. We'd be like.... Total strangers.

“Close the door. Sit.” I did as he asked, my pulse racing. “Everything okay, boss?” I asked. He pushed a document across the desk. “Read it. Then sign.” I looked at the title. My heart stuttered. ‘LOVERS CONTRACT’ My eyes scanned the document. Rules. Boundaries. Expectations. This arrangement is strictly physical. No romantic involvement. No babies. Complete discretion at all times. Secret encounters. The submissive lover undertakes to accept every sexual command she is given without complaint until she has been tamed.

“Axel what the fuck is this?” “It isn’t.. it’s not what it looks like- well it is but I didn’t mean it, no feelings attached I swear” “That’s all you have to say for yourself? No feelings attached just sex? If I was in your shoes and you caught me with another man I’m pretty sure this would be a different scenario in your head” “Well.. yeah because you’re a girl- I meant I love you so…” “Does this even make sense to you? Get the fuck up you cheater I’m not going to talk about this while you’re with a whore in bed”

Life . One after another, in total I signed ten pages. Kian Calloway's name was everywhere on the contract. On the top of a page, Kian Calloway and Irene Spencer were written, explaining the signatory and contractor. It felt strange, our names together. Completing the signing process. Raven stood up with a not very professional grin on his face. “Congratulations, Miss spencer. I hope working with you would be great” he said as he offered his hand for me to shake.

What am I in Cody’s eyes, a bird in a cage? “ No... No... Not only yourself... Lovers. We also hug lovers.” Cody thinks for a while and answers hesitantly. He steps around anxiously as if he is thinking really hard about this question. I put my hands down from my shoulders and lean against the wall. “Then why did you hug me? I am not your lover. I am only your pathetic human slave!” I don’t know what answer I am looking forward to, but I simply ask in this way. It seems that Cody doesn’t know how to answer me. He steps around anxiously as if he is facing an enemy who is difficult to deal with. Finally, he glances at Alger, who stands aside from the beginning until now and punches him in the

The next question he asks is, "Is it a threat?" "Oh sure, absolutely, you can rely on it." I say not backing down. "You see, by drafting such a minuscule contract, you made it absolutely certain that Hernandez would be awarded the business. Because of your insistence that Mark wed me, the Hernandez family now includes both of us as married members. Both Mark and I share the Hernandez surname. There is not the slightest hint that Mark is compelled in any way, shape, or form to hand over the business to you. That is his to retain, and he is free to do anything he wants with it. He has complete discretion over the matter." I mean this with the utmost seriousness that a human being is capable of