Lease On Love Novels & Stories

he whispered close to my ear. “Again?” I asked, still breathless. He pressed a small remote in his hand, and with a soft mechanical hum, a sleek, brand-new BMW X1 rolled into view across the lawn. Its deep midnight-blue paint shimmered under the fairy lights. “It’s yours,” he said, his eyes glowing with happiness. Tears betrayed me first, slipping quietly down my cheeks. “Are you—” I started, but he hushed me gently, pressing his lips softly on mine.

He replied, slotting his arms around my waist, “I love you so much, Leah Gonzalez. “I love you too, Jett Kingsley.” I replied, before our lips met in a delectable kiss. In my search for lustful relief, I managed to find the love of my life, who completed me in the best possible ways.

Dazed, I stammered, "That's what I meant. You show me in your own way that you love me. So love me, love me like you do, because your love is so beneficial, so benevolent and so unconditional like no other in this world!” Happy as ever, I looked at the couple, who looked at us with extreme surprise. “How long have you been going?” Krystal asked, to which I replied, “It's been almost two hours. I wanted you to hear it from us personally and not from anyone else. We probably owed you more than that."

“I won’t claim you when you can’t think clearly. When your body is making the decision instead of your heart.” “But—” She was shaking in my arms. “You don’t want me?” She suddenly looked wounded, like I was rejecting her. As if I could reject her. It was taking every ounce of control not to force myself on her. “I want you more than I want air.” I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. “I love you, Leah. More than I thought it was possible to love anyone. But I won’t force this bond. I won’t claim you unless you’re choosing it freely."

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

It was better this way, face the rejection and try to get over it, and come to his own conclusions about Scarlett's s feelings or how she'd react. A smile crept up Scarlett's face as she abruptly stood up and led him to another since Nick was already asleep , once in the room she jumped on Wayne,causing him to almost loose his balance in the process. She wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his neck while he placed his arms securely around her waist. He was glad she was light weight, if not, they would've both fallen down. "I don't care if you don't say it first because you may have your reasons… Wayne, I love you. I love you so much and I forgive you for not telling me the

I thought I was doing it for love, now see I my world began to shrink to just our house and his absence. “So all those times you told me you loved me, those were lies? And last month, when you held me… when you made love to me did that mean nothing?” He looked at me coldly,” They were just words, Leila. Words to get you to marry me, as for making love, I was horny and a little tipsy that night, you remember, don’t you?”

Yet her fingers moved before she could stop them. Camille: Couldn't sleep? Leila let out a sharp breath, torn over whether to respond. But Camille had already sent another message. Camille: It gets easier, you know. Leila gritted her teeth. Does it? Because right now, it felt impossible. --- Camille Camille reclined in her chair, watching the message deliver. Leila was already faltering. She could sense it. It was a gradual, unavoidable unraveling—the first crack in what Leila believed to be unbreakable. Adrian had always been possessive, controlling. He established his love on a foundation of power and devotion, but ultimately, its burden suffocated everything around it.

At the end of the year, after a fight involving erasers, pens, and flying notebooks, she finally understood that Miguel and I were like brothers and sisters. To think that after such a beginning we would end up like this, she and Miguel have been engaged for almost two years and living together in the apartment across the street from mine (which has always been the green-eyed brunette's) for almost one. Then, when they finally decide to set the wedding date and go off to the countryside to talk to Helena's parents, some crazy person makes me a proposal and I have to deal with it alone. Why can't cell phones have a signal in the middle of the bush?

Julian was on one knee, a deep pastel-colored box in his hand. “I know we're already married, but I want to do this the right way. I want to wake up every morning feeling like I earned your love, not just through a flash wedding. Loving you was the best thing that happened to me, and fuck, I suck with loving words, but just know this, Leslie—you’ll be the only woman that resides in my heart for the rest of my life. Marry me, love.” Les was in full sob mode. The pink diamond ring twinkled amongst the lights like a fairytale.