Her Own Rules Novels & Stories

She pinpointed me exactly. "I don't have sex with jocks, number one rule. I also don't have sex with playboys, number two rule. And number three is the rules to one and two. And, well, you get the idea," she retorts with a smart-ass attitude that oddly turns me on. I'm on the verge of getting blue balls here and distracting myself with someone else won't make her leave my mind. "Come on-"

“And you were worried about me. I don’t really understand it. I thought you were upset because you were paying me and I disappeared. That I would understand. My old boss would have yelled. He likely would’ve fired me. But I don’t think you’re going to fire me.” Even though she sounded like she was speaking to him, it was more like she was talking to herself. She tilted her head to the side. “I don’t like rules.” She pouted. “You need rules,” Gomez told her. “What are these rules?” she asked. “If you need to leave work, then you call or text me.” “All right. I can do that.” “Really?” he asked. “Yes. That seems more than reasonable. What else?” “You’ll wear a tracker.”

In the short time that I've been with her I've learned that rainbow hair or not, this chick was a tigress when she was riled up. “I don't care about tomorrow, I'm talking basic rules for tonight,” she fished out a pen from her rainbow purse — I'm not even surprised anymore — and clicked it on. She searched the table before taking a paper napkin and flattening it. “Rule number one . . .” she started writing.

“We need to set some ground rules.” “Fair enough, I have no rules.” “You have no claims over me, it's just sex, nothing more, I owe you nothing apart from my body and on my own terms.” “Isn't that you saying the proposition in another way?” She didn't do as if she heard me talk, “and if we want to fuck other people while at it, it shouldn't be a problem.” “Hell no,” I pinched her clit and she whimpered, “I'm the only one who gets to fuck this cunt while we're at it, do I look like I like to share?”

Rules once clear now meant nothing. This moment, I set the terms. Rules came from me now.

If I joined everyone by the pool, he’d volunteer to clean the grill or answer emails from work. If someone else had been watching, they would’ve thought nothing of it but I noticed. I noticed everything. That was the problem with wanting someone. You learned everything about them, even down to the way they cleared their throat before speaking and Marcus Chen was worried. By the third morning, I’d had enough. “You’ve been weird,” Devon said around a mouthful of cereal. I looked up. “What?” “You.” He pointed his spoon at me. “You’ve barely beaten me at anything all week.”

I smiled. “What are the rules?” “The rules are whatever we want it to be, we don’t follow what other have to say, we do what we want ans as far as I am concerned, I would lay my life for you over and over again, you can’t tell me not to because if I can stop it and I don’t, I would never forgive myself, I would never be able to recover from it so be it, you are stuck with me.” “A stubborn woman with a smoky body that I will never leave.”

10 RULES OF OUR LOVE 'I never planned to marry a man I barely knew, but that was before Andrea Peters walked into my life and turned everything upside down.' LOLA ERIKSON'S POV I sat down on a car bonnet in the workshop, looking at a man who had just driven in with his daughter. She was a beautiful chocolate skinned young girl jumping around and asking her father questions on some things she saw in the workshop. I stared at them and wondered how I was when I was her age. Was I timid? Or maybe I was more vibrant than she was. I couldn't help smiling as I tried to imagine my younger self in different scenarios.

Her voice trembled, but each word struck hard like iron: “First rule…You don’t lock me up. Not in chains or in the shadows. If I walk, you walk beside me.” Vincent growled in response. “Agreed.” His claws tightened around her hand that still held onto him. “What’s next?” he asked. “Second rule…You don’t speak for me. You don’t define who I am. You will let me speak for myself.” The hand yanked her more forcefully; her body arched toward the white light. Vincent roared as he pulled her back against him. “Agreed!” he yelled. Her third rule came out sharp and clear like broken glass: “If I say stop…you stop.”