Contractual Lover Novels & Stories

"I still don't get it. You were only married by contract, and I'm sure your mother did this because she didn't approve of your marriage. Shouldn't you be happy when she asks for a divorce? Especially since you can replace her with a famous model. What's got you down?" "I wasn't depressed, it's just that I felt bad for not listening to her explanation then. She even cried and said she never cheated on me. In fact, I was the first man to ever touch her. That's why my feelings are all over the place right now. I don't know, I don't understand my own heart." Alex did not continue. He looked at Nicholas' suddenly changed expression and finally realized something. "I know! You are falling in love

Lucas didn't respond, but the air around him changed… colder, sharper, charged with an energy that made Axel shift slightly in his seat. Axel noticed that too, the way Lucas's stillness could be more unnerving than movement. He quickly continued, eager to finish before that silence grew too heavy. "As for her love life…" He let out a soft whistle, shaking his head. "There's really only one name that matters, from what I could dig up." Lucas said nothing, but his eyes remained fixed on Axel with unwavering focus. Axel looked up from his phone, meeting that intense gaze. "Adrian Cole." The name hung in the air between them, weighted with implications.

I was shaking really badly and I didn’t even know what to think. All I knew was that I didn’t need anybody to start explaining my own predicament to me again. I already knew what I was signing. I was signing a seven-day contract with this dickhead, so all I needed to do was NOT to turn gay within those seven days or I’d be fucking getting married to this crazy psychopath. So what was there to explain again? Explaining it to me again would only make the situation feel worse and even more unbearable. So please, no—I didn’t want any more explanation. I knew exactly what the fuck I was signing, and I was aware of every single thing in the fucking contract.

“You are my wife and not some fling. Living in the same house makes me feel like I am disrespecting you, our contract and marriage. I promised to give you everything you wanted in a marriage, and this is just the beginning…l got us a house and it is in your name. So, the property is yours, whether you divorce me or not. I want our lives to start afresh.” I could not help but smile with stinging eyes. This side of Anthony made my heart flutter unlike never before. Looking at him now and hearing these words from him made me wish what we had was true and not some type of contract. If he could do this for me, just to fulfil the wish I had of him and I, what more would he do if he was in love? Th

CONFIDENTIAL AGREEMENT This Agreement ("Contract") is entered into as of January 30, 2025, by and between: Rios Estrada Alcaraz, hereinafter referred to as the "Employer," a private individual requiring professional companionship for public and personal appearances; Sofia Cruz Morales, hereinafter referred to as the "Contractor," an independent individual accepting the role of an exclusive companion and/or lover under the terms outlined below. Both parties agree to the following terms:

"That was never in the contract, love." I blushed. "I think even if it wasn't in the contract, it would be nice if you actually thought about how she'd feel." Lucian shook his head and laughed. "Have you forgotten that Ales and I don't love each other? We are only bound by a contract." I opened and closed my mouth like a fish while trying to organize my thoughts and turn them to words. I couldn't help but notice how flushed and kissable his lips looked. Snap out of it, Malea! You have a boyfriend!

My other hand rests on the bar, caging her. “Problem here?” I ask the man, voice ice. He pales. “No, Mr. Voss. Just congratulating your beautiful wife.” “She doesn’t need your congratulations.” I press my hardening cock against her ass discreetly. “She has everything she needs right here.” The man excuses himself fast. Sophia elbows me lightly. “Jealous, Voss? I thought this was all fake.” I nip her earlobe. “Nothing about you is fake to me anymore. That contract says one year. But this…” I slide my hand lower, dangerously close to slipping under the slit of her dress, “this is real. You’re real. And I don’t share what’s mine.”

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.

"Phelan, at this point, you still won't be honest with me. You didn't consider me as your lover, did you? You just think I'm your sex partner to satisfy a man's lust, don't you?" Witnessing Aurora's talk becoming more and more irritable and excessive, Phelan finally couldn't stand it anymore. "If you know that you're just my lover, you should be obedient. You should remember that our three-year love contract is still there, if you break the contract, you will have to suffer a lot of consequences. Don't forget your father is still in prison."

“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.