His Rules Novels & Stories

Who knows, my luck could just turn around all of a sudden, and I could get lucky. 'HOUSE RULES' I write boldly at the top of the paper and draw a line underneath. I hear him snicker, but he does not say anything about it. "First rule, you can't be shirtless, especially in shared places," I say, and he smirks with a head shake. He is quiet as if he had agreed, and since I did not get any refusal from him, I scribble it down and go on to the next. "No morning noise, at least before 9 am," I say, and because he is just sitting there quietly as I recite all of the rules before scribbling them down. I tear out the page and hand it over to him.

“Sleep. Tomorrow, Daria will show you the estate boundaries. Cross them, and I’ll assume you’re trying to escape.” “Rule four?” His lips twitched. “Rule four is: Don’t touch my things. That includes my books, my office, and my men.” He dropped his hand and left without another word. I touched the spot under my eye. My skin burned where he’d touched me. 364 days left. Rule one: Don’t fall in love with me. Rule two: Don’t lie. Rule three: No privacy. Rule four: Don’t touch his things. He’d given me four rules in one night. How many would he have by day 365?

Marcus walked to the far edge, putting distance between us, his back to me. "This is your last chance to walk away," he said without turning around. "Once we cross this line, we can't uncross it. You understand that?" "I understand." "Do you?" He finally turned, and the raw need on his face made my breath catch. "Because I need you to be sure, Jake. I need you to be absolutely certain this is what you want. Because if we do this – if I touch you – I won't be gentle. I won't hold back. I've been holding back for too long."

"No one can know at work. Complete professionalism when we're in the office." "Agreed." "And if this starts affecting my job or your relationship with Anthony, we stop." I do not like that rule, but I understand it. "Agreed." "And Richard? I won't be your dirty secret. If this becomes something real, something serious, eventually we go public. I won't hide forever." "Deal." She smiles, and it transforms her entire face. "Then we have an agreement, Mister Westwood." I pull her against me, feeling her body melt into mine. "We do, Miss Hart."

"And read this. These are the rules of this house. We need to be clear on how this is going to work." I opened the folder. The list was short and typed in a plain font. 1. No talking about the past. Ever. 2. No touching in private. We are business partners. 3. When the cameras are on, you are the person I love most in the world. I read the third rule twice. It felt like a slap in the face. "The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?"

Her voice possessed that distinct, nails-on-a-chalkboard squeak that had grated on my nerves since my very first day on the payroll. ‎ ‎She adjusted her reading glasses, peering over them like a disappointed school principal. I had detested her from the moment we met, a sentiment she reciprocated with equal interest. ‎ ‎We were always at loggerheads, but today, the fuse had finally burned out. ‎ ‎“You need to learn to follow basic corporate instructions.” ‎ ‎“Not when those instructions require me to violate labor laws, Mrs. Gable,” I fired back, crossing my arms. I refused to let my voice shake.

he commanded, instantly I walked back to my seat, but my mind was still concentrated on those documents. I stared at the serious man from my seat as I scooped the coffee and pancakes. It seemed like I was just brought here to look at this monster. “Mr Clara, I hope you've read those rules properly. Because once you break one of my rules you're fired.” His voice thickened, I scanned the tablets again. At least they weren't brutal like that of little Mira's rules. I read them out… Rule 1: Never come late to work or dress seductively.

“What’s the point of it?” Rule 1: No one touches the other without permission. Rule 2: You come to me when you feel it starting and I don’t go to anyone else if I need a release. Rule 3: You don't hide anything from me. Talk to me about anything. I’ll handle it. Rule 4: You don't let anyone else physically touch you. We still don’t know what might happen if they do. Rule 5: You follow the schedule. Rule 6: You sleep at the house.

Then his familiar smirk returned. “I don’t want your money. Money is boring!” I frowned. “Then what do you want?” “What do I want? Let me see…” He paused, as if he were seriously considering his options. “Okay. If I’m going to help you out, I have three rules.” He held up one finger. “You break any of them, and I’ll leave you to deal with your problem on your own.” My expression changed immediately. “Rules?” Henry nodded. “Rule number one: You do exactly what I say.”

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat