Contractual Lover Novels & Stories

Khyle didn't like talking about his personal life, or lack thereof, and Gunner didn't want to give too much away on him. He shrugged. "Hn. Don't think so." "Or a boyfriend? Because I'll cheat on this guy for him." The sound of skin smacking skin was instant. "Hey!" Any trace of amusement that may have lingered on the enforcer's face drained away, and he stared at the two bickering lovers in silence. "Hey. Everybody gets one." "Says who?" "It's in the contract." "What contract? We don't have a contract." "The couples contract. It's like a universal constant or something."

He is also a complicated man. He said, he didn't love her but he is coming to get her. He said he hated her the most but he likes to touch her and she could feel it during their intimacy. He didn't like her from the start but he kissed her deeply. He didn't like her traits but he chose her to introduce her to his parents as his lover. He chose her to be her contractual wife. And it was clearly stated in their contract that intimacy wasn't allowed but he touched her. All the rules in his contract were broken because of him.

"Together." The kiss that followed was desperate. It was the seal on a contract that no lawyer could draft. It tasted of salt and the looming sunrise. We were no longer just lovers or allies; we were co-conspirators in a house built on bones. Lucian lifted me effortlessly, his hands firm and possessive on my hips as he sat me on the edge of the large mahogany desk—the very place where the contract lay. He didn't care about the ink or the paper. He only cared about the woman who had just gambled her soul on a man the world called a mistake.

No longer bound by contracts or obligations, their love had transcended the confines of their initial arrangement. One evening, as the setting sun bathed the hospital room in a warm golden glow, Sean took Katara's delicate hand in his. His voice quivered with vulnerability, but his words held an unwavering conviction. "Katara, these past days have shown me the fragility of life and the power of love. I can no longer deny the depths of my feelings for you. You've become an irreplaceable part of my world, and I want to be by your side, not just as a contract lover, but as your partner, your rock, and the person who will love you unconditionally."

The more he was offering meant there was more to be sacrificed on my end. I shivered internally at the thought. “I should have brought this up before but…what am I supposed to do as your lover? What are my responsibilities?” I asked straightforwardly. He crossed his legs, letting out a sigh. “Isn't it obvious enough? Did you sign the contract not even knowing what a lover was?” “Of course I do, but It's just for show, right? So we only have to pretend right?” “Yes, which is why we're sharing separate bedrooms. I've given my staff a believable explanation for that so you don't have to worry about that poking holes in our act,”

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.

He grabbed the hand placed on her laps and held them firmly in his palms as he feigned a pondering expression. "I guess you did not understand the contract clearly. I am in all ways at control of this marriage and the agreements made concerning this issue. I will be the one to decide whether you are fulfilling your part of the agreement or not" he explained slowly. "And so far, you haven't met the requirements for me to consider fulfilling my side of the contract" he finished, patting her head like a child.

CONTRACT – Made this day 3rd march of 2021. (The Commencement Date) BETWEEN – MR VED SINGH ARORA, Mumbai, India. (Party A, The Master.) And MISS ELLA THOMAS, New Delhi, India. (Party B, The Secret Lover.) THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS – - The following are the terms of a biding contract between both parties, that gives the power of complete ownership of Party B, the secret lover (Ella Thomas) during the terms of the period to Party A, the Master (Ved Singh Arora).

I said. "I thought love was something you won," he said, with the particular, precise quality he brought to the distinction. "Through being exceptional. Through being useful. Through being better than the alternative." He paused. "It took me years to understand that love that works like that isn't love. It's a contract. And contracts don't keep you warm in October when the garden has gone dormant and there's nothing to demonstrate and nothing to win."

So this tall guy with nerdy glasses is his lover? “Narat? Is that really you?” He recognized me instantly. “Baby, do you know him?” “Yes, love. He’s my best friend’s lover. Please wait in the car,I’ve got some serious business to discuss with him.” He kissed his partner’s cheek and sent him off. I kept scanning and told him the total. “Where have you been? Do you know how worried Kasit is? He’s been searching everywhere for you.” “Then he should stop searching. What we shared was a contract, and that’s all. Please make your payment so you don’t keep your man waiting.”