Contract Over You Re Free To Go Novels & Stories

“No being here when you’re not home unless you’ve agreed to it beforehand. No closed doors that create the same conditions as before. If you walk into a room and want me to leave, I leave. If the arrangement starts to feel like it’s costing you more than you can carry, you shut it down and I don’t argue.” Mom’s hands were wrapped around her mug. She hadn’t drunk from it. “And if I agree to limited time and then regret it a week later? What happens then?” “Then it stops,” Marcus said. “I’m not going to hold you to a yes you can’t live with. The whole point of doing this under your terms is that you get to change your mind when you need to.” She turned to me again. “Do you understand that if I

“You can't fire me.” Oliver chucked, shaking his head. “You posted a photo of us online telling everyone that we are a couple. That's a total sham. By doing that, you've broken our contract. I have every right to let you go. If you want to try to fight it, then fine. But I'd recommend reading the fine print first and getting a damn good lawyer.”

“What if I ran away?” A small smile touched his lips, almost sad. “You could try, little kitten.” He walked back to me, cupped my face, this time his touch was gentle as he said, “And fuck this contract, all these rules, if you managed to run away, I promise I’ll set you free. No one will come after you. I'll make it happen." He pulled out a pen from his pocket and said, “Sign it, Nina. Let me get you out of here.”

"This is not being worried about me, you are only worried about your house being perfectly clean, about me not having a mess or about it being perfectly organized, get out of here, or I will have to get my bags and leave." "You will no longer continue with your blackmail Diane, if you want to leave, then the door is open." "Oh yeah?! What does that mean?" "Well, if you want to leave, you are free to do so, but you must know that part of the contract is already signed and you must fulfill it, your contractual obligations are already sealed, leave if you want to, we will see each other until the day of the marriage".

I squeaked, my whole body on fire. “you are blushing” he commented and continued eating. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as we drove back home. Neither of us broached the topic about his admission to me being his, I had questions but I wasn’t sure he was going to answer them. We got inside and I stopped him on the way to his office. “does this mean that our contract is over?” I asked, staring up at him “yes, it does. You are now absolutely free to do whatever you want.” He said, his eyes not betraying his thoughts.

His grip tightened, but he still did not utter a word. It was only when I was carefully laid on a soft mattress that I opened my eyes and gasped when I met Dice's face merely an inch from mine. He was looking into my eyes too, and we stayed like that for a few seconds, until he spoke, "The contract is supposed to end in eight months. It has been four months already. If by eight months time, you still think you want to leave, I will not stop you. I'm only hoping you think your decision through before leaving. Once you're away from me, I do not think I'll be able to take you back. And once you agree to be with me after the remaining months, you cannot take that back either; you'll be stuck wit

Pinnock said to her then explained what she did with the date. “You are saying that if we count the fewer months that we- That i thought was the free months you counted them in the contract and now you're telling me that I can step away from you son in less than a year and some months?” Jhonia said to her then cut herself because she was referring to her and Nearce, she then continued then asked her.

I didn’t want to believe it but somehow, I have survived this long under this contract. Without the need to look at the calendar, I knew that I only had 7 days left. In other words, there’s only one week left including today until the contract expires and I regain my freedom. Whatever that means…

even as the words came out, I knew I didn't want him answering that. “We have one child and another one on the way.” “I thought we were past that.” I said under my breath. “I didn't get what you just said.” He said, just as quiet. “What are you saying?” I asked louder. “That you are free to go, Isabella.” “Wait. What? Go where?” nothing he was saying made sense. “Anywhere you want. I'm setting you free to go and do whatever you want, you can go back to school full-time or travel, I have however altered something from the original contract.”

I came to my room and when I tried to close the door, he barged in saying, “Let's cancel it.” “What?” He handed me a paper and said, "Let's cancel the contract." And as I looked at the paper, I realised it was the contract between Mr. Alarcon and me. A one-year agreement that allows us to go our separate ways after the contract's requirements are met. I believe the contract has been fulfilled now that he has a position in his company. With teary eyes, I responded, "Fine!" "I'll move out tomorrow as you wish."