One Night Stand Contract Novels & Stories

“I don’t sleep around. I don’t trust easily. I’ve spent years focused on business, but I’m tired of pretending I don’t have needs. And I’m even more tired of pretending I need multiple women. I don’t want an escort. I also don’t want a fling. I want just one woman but I don’t want love. If you make the mistake of falling in love with me, don’t expect it back from me. I want someone who can keep up with me. Someone who obeys my rules, satisfies me when I ask, and keeps her mouth shut when I don’t.” I swallowed hard. “And what do I get?” “Fifty thousand every month through direct deposit. No strings once it ends. If you can’t manage to please me or disobey my rules, the contract terminates. Yo

Eva called me again later that afternoon to tell me her and Larry spoke a little about the sex they had last night. Larry understood it was a one time event and they would both never mention it again. He thanked her for fulfilling his fantasy and it would be strictly business between them. They then worked on the details of the contract with Rob most of the day, emailing documents back and forth and consulting with each other's lawyers until late in the day, the deal was final except for the formal signing of documents which was going to take place over dinner at Rob's condo. Neither Eva nor Larry could believe they closed this deal and were looking forward to relaxing tonight at Rob's.

I felt nauseous, he hurriedly stood up and caught my hands. “ Please wait. Let's watch the movie.” Nothing was getting into my ear, only his words buzzed over and over again as my chest hammered and my breathing hitched in disbelief. I couldn't believe he would say something like that, I whispered in shock, “ One night stand.” His eyes became bulged, red and I didn't know if it was anger or tears about to pour from them. I wanted to be quiet, I didn't want to say a word but I couldn't bear it, I had to say something so I sputtered like a tap,

"Three minutes is a slice of precious time, Miss Walters. There's a strict rule of punctuality here." So, now we are playing professional, huh? I took one of the chairs in front of his desk without waiting for his invitation. He laid two contracts on the desk in front of me without wasting any time. "Let's get this over with," he began, "This one," he placed his hand on one of them, "is a non-disclosure. You agree to the terms and condition of our relationship, keep it private-which means you can’t tell anyone about this. There will be no feelings attached, no invasion of each other's privacy, and you will get contraceptive shots from my personal doctor during the duration of the contract, t

He looks so beautiful, and his pupils are dilated, and I can even see the lust brewing in his eyes. “Let me explain, and it’s up to you if you’d like to judge me. So, no name, no foreplay, no kissing, no touching, and no oral. They can do me if they wanted to, No round two, no second fuck, and no riding with me in my car. I give them the hotel room after I’m done, I leave. An hour top, so I don’t call it a one-night stand. I never did it in any of my places, in my car, or my office. I don’t screw the employees or fuck my friends’ relatives. If they got wild, I made sure my lawyers handle the situation and prepare NDA to shut them up. I don’t date, and I’ve never been in a relationship. I do

Bill Sky was known to be aloof to women who obviously wanted to throw themselves into his bed. Only those who he chose to be his playmate on one specific night had the rare chance to meet him in person. For this woman to see him, she should first agree to sign a contract and should stick to his one-night no- repetition rule. In addition to that, no one was allowed to tell someone or publicize about him or about the night with him. It was strictly prohibited and punishable in the contract. As for Arabella Jones, she was just a simple girl who had not thought of marrying a top-notch bachelor.

Abegail wasn’t able to finish her sentence when she saw how angry Storm looked like. “Abegail, let's be clear - a one night stand is just that, a fleeting moment that shouldn't be dwelled upon. Don't let your thoughts wander beyond that!” Storm's words were filled with darkness as he continued, "Furthermore, let's establish a boundary. I don't want any further conversations between us unless it's work-related or of utmost importance."

He had to be at least 50. "Ember Standford", he asked when I arrived. He took a look at my busted window. I blocked it from his view by standing in front of him. I reached out my hand to greet him, but he didn't take it. "You must be Riley Morris", I said, and he nodded. "You have the money", he said. I handed him the bills. He handed me the contract, which I read over. It stated no refunds, and it was only a contract for a year.

But despite knowing this I can't help but feel even more hurt and betrayed. *Come on Stacy. It was just a one night stand. It shouldn't mean anything.* I tell myself. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. Rather it digs the knife deeper into my chest. " It was just a One Night Stand, Nica. Nothing worth putting so much though into it,” I tell her and she shrugs. " How do you feel about having a new father?” "I'm not having a new father!” I snap and she flinches. I sigh and bury my face into my palms, resisting the urge to scream. " Sorry Nica, I'm just overwhelmed by everything going on. It's just too much to take in.”

Her big brother’s problem that had been solved the moment she agreed to the contract. She swallowed her fear. “Yes. I’m ready.” She was ready to face her problems. The cathedral was overflowing with people. Reporters, socialites, and billionaires dressed in designer suits and glittering gowns. Every seat was filled. Cameras flashed like lightning. And at the altar stood him. Liam Standford. The cold billionaire. Her husband-to-be. His dark suit was cut to perfection, his presence commanding. He glanced at her as the doors swung open but it didn't linger. His gray eyes stared straight ahead, as if the entire world meant nothing to him.