Romans & histoires Contractual Lover

I had been sleeping so deeply that I hadn’t realized when he walked in. “Thane?” I called out. "Riley,” he answered, still not looking at me. After what felt like forever, he walked towards me, sitting on the bed. “Can you remember the contract you signed?” he asked. I gave him a puzzled look before nodding. “There was a statement: ‘...The contractor will not hesitate to let the contractee know when she needs her sexual desires fulfilled.’ Do you remember that?” I nodded. “Yes”. How could I forget?

He gently rolled onto his side, pulling Ivy beneath him. His fingers traced the curve of her face, pushing stray strands of hair behind her ear. "Believe me, Ivy." Victor's voice was laced with emotion. "You're the only woman who's ever made me lose control. From the very beginning, I've been drawn to you." His eyes burned with intensity. "I lied that day, Ivy. I lied to myself, too. I didn't want to admit how deeply I'd fallen for you." "I made a contract with myself," Victor confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A contract not to fall in love with you. But I failed miserably."

She was twenty-six, exhausted, and one missed payment away from losing the only thing she had built for herself with her own hands. Elena sat up, grabbed the folder, and flipped through the contract pages under the dim lamp light. Clause 4: No physical intimacy of any kind. Clause 7: No emotional attachment. Clause 12: Complete discretion. Breach results in immediate termination of payment and legal action. Adrian Voss had thought of everything. She pictured him again — that cold, commanding man in his perfect suit, offering her a fortune like it was pocket change. The way his stormy gray eyes had looked at her like she was both a problem and a solution. The quiet authority that made the sma

“That sham marriage of yours must be exhausting.” A chorus of laughter followed. “Seven years with that woman,” another voice chimed in. “You must feel trapped.” Adrian’s voice came again, low and heavy. “You have no idea.” The words pierced through me deeper than I ever expected. I stood paralyzed outside the door, my heart shattered. “Man,” someone joked, “I bet you’re counting the days until that contract ends.” Adrian didn't answer. But he didn't deny it, either. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. Imagine how he complains. Imagine how I lived. Seven years of silence. Seven years of humiliation. Seven years of loving someone who never wanted me.

"I will not touch you until you beg me to." The pit of my stomach warmed. "I would never beg you for sex." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he murmured, "Never say never." Leaning back in his chair, he continued, "What else do you have issues with?" "What if, during the duration of the contract, one of us finds love?" I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest. "What happens then?" "Keep reading, Zara. You'll find a clause that protects mates, not random lovers."

“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”

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

I wanted her to taste her own medicine. It was getting more interesting, now. This contract was starting to get filled with fun. And I loved that. I wanted to play more. I had her strings. It was Kian and he was with me. Even if it was just for pretending. I was okay to piss her, by just acting to be really in love with him. I loved it.

His statement brought her out of her daze. “No, it’s not. You love your actual wife, but you hate your contractual one.” He rolled his eyes at her theory. What if he told her he loved his contractual wife and wanted to make her his actual one? No, it was too early to confess! She would surely get a heart attack. “Oh, is that so? What if the contractual wife falls in love with her contractual husband?” He was too interested in her answer to let the topic go.

Well, this will be awkward, but at least he’s not trying to keep me as a mistress or prostitute. I can’t hide my grimace as my eyes scan the “no pregnancy clause.” A flashback of Landon and Owen floods my mind. I push it away mentally and resist the urge to dwell on past memories. Then I see the section that states the “falling in love” stipulation. Contracted relationship shall remain professional at all times. Falling in love is expressly forbidden and grounds for immediate termination of the contract. Additionally, this document and all information herein shall remain confidential. Any breach will carry serious consequences.