No String Attached Novels & Stories

That afternoon, Serena's phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Unknown numbers. Nonstop calls. Her screen lit up with message after message—vile, cruel, endless. She could handle the hate. Barely. But what cut deeper? Her studio was getting dragged with her. Angry users swarmed the company's page: [Fire the homewrecker! What are you waiting for?] [Only trash studios hire mistresses—hope you crash and burn.] [Serena Saun better get on her knees and apologize to Maggie Cheape!]

I wrenched my arm free, disgusted by what he had become. "You think condoms absolve you?” "Simon, I’m begging you. Stop making me sick to my stomach.” "I’ll cover your medical bills for the burns. As for the rest? Keep your thoughts to yourself. I have zero interest in hearing them." I turned to leave, but Simon tried to follow, only for Carina to latch onto him. After that day, Carina went scorched earth. With her reputation already ruined by the miscarriage scandal, she clung to Simon with everything she had.

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“It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but I never go back for seconds… to avoid getting attached, I get attached fast, and we wouldn’t want that would we?” He mulls over it for a second, then nods, “Once it is then.”

I said. “Yes,” he said. “More sophisticated. I almost didn’t catch them.” “How did you?” I said. “Because I know my own sadness,” he said. “And my sadness always has something attached to it — a specific person or situation or moment. This sadness was just floating. No attachment.” He shrugged. “Sadness without an object isn’t mine.” I wrote: Blake — emotional vector. Unattached affect as delivery mechanism. I looked at the garden. “We need to tell the adults about the emotional vector,” I said. “They’re looking for thoughts. Blake’s experience suggests the Contraction also uses unattached feelings. They may not be running the right check.”

My phone buzzed on the desk between us. I looked at Nathan. Nathan looked at the phone. Neither of us moved to pick it up. It buzzed a second time. I picked it up. Unknown number. No preview. Only a message waiting to be opened, and a small notification banner that read simply, Attachment: 1. I opened it. There was no photograph this time. No composite. No long lens. Only a single line of plain flat text, from a man who had waited nine years to write it.

"Is that what you want? I need to be clear, Grace. I won't force you into anything you're not ready for. If I agree that there will be no strings attached, you will have no problem with me fucking you right here in the gym, where everyone will be able to hear all the nasty, dirty things I plan on doing to you?" I nodded, feeling incapable of speech. Duke tutted at me, a soft laugh escaping his lips. "Say it" "Yes, Duke. Right here, right now. No strings attached" "No strings attached" he repeated, his mouth clamping down on mine, muffling his last word.

I turned to the radio and switch it on. I picked up his hand gloves, and he pulled them over his hands. “Dance with me,” I said, with so many tears soaking my face. Blake is glaring at me, but he does as I say. I moved closer, and he pulled me closer to him, his hands behind my back making me stand taller and closer, our faces inches away from each other, my breathing up. He brings his face even closer almost so close that it felt like he was about to kiss me, and I won’t even hesitate right now, I will kiss him back, even though we both agreed on *no *strings attached.

It seemed counterproductive, but for someone who had learnt to place his entire being in work when the time came, chalres could easily turn off unnecessary distractions. At the end of it, he had found the company to be indeed true and having history, but had some explanations to make on some of the projects they had undergone. If they couldn't provide reasonable explanation for these projects, there was a higher probability of their name being added to the company's black list.

There are no emotions involved in this, just as he promised. Which I'm okay with. It's not like I like David or something. I wanted a no-strings-attached relationship, and I got it served on a silver platter. All I can do is buckle up and enjoy the ride. While it lasts, I guess. I sigh heavily. "I'm in. Let's do the no-strings-attached thing." David chuckles. "You didn't have to tell me you're in; I already knew, based on your earlier moans."