One Night Stand Contract Novels & Stories

There was no way I could explain a literal mini version of myself seated next to me. I took one look at Leona and asked if she was hungry. She bobbed her head up and down to show she could certainly use something to eat. I went to the vending machine to grab us some snacks, and as I waited for our drinks to fall out, Leona asked, “What's a one-night stand?” The two young interns who were seated with us in the lounge perked up. My jaw quite literally dropped to the ground. “Did I say something bad? Why is everyone staring at me weird?” she asked, her big eyes scanning the faces in the room.

I couldn’t help but wonder how happy he’d make me feel if he was mine. “So you had something to tell me?” she suddenly asks. “Hmm” I say not explaining further. “Is it about the sexy guy you slept with?” I smile shyly “Oh My God! It totally is!” she exclaims “No it’s not” I lie trying to calm her down I could see the disappointment on her face “Well there’s not much to tell. He was a one night stand and I never have to see him again.” I say trying to sound convincing which was sounding as convincing as it should in my ears. “Fine so what did you want to talk about?” she says reluctantly dropping the topic.

A man in navy-blue suit walked into the conference hall. My jaw dropped when his face registered in my retina. Why…why is he here? Something’s wrong with my eyes…something’s definitely wrong with my eyes. I rubbed my eyes with my thumbs…I closed and opened them again but it was still him. Then man who I had a one night stand with! Then man whom I paid 200 dollars! Oh my God! Where will I run to this time?

“I am only here for a night…” “What night?” I shot back, my jaws shaking at a spot with disgust and slight fright. “Since you aren't ready to tell me everything about who you are and give yourself to me completely…” He continued, his voice lowered to a lustful stutter. “I desire to have a one night stand with you.” “What?” I reiterated. “I will be offering €5,000!” Alpha Thane promised, his words assuring that I almost accepted it. I smirked, thinking about what suddenly dropped in my heart and sent cold shivers to my spine. I would only be a fool if I accepted an enemy to have a nice time playing with my loins.

he said. “But I was drunk” “And I don't resist advances from beautiful women” he answered. “Mason” she yelled his name. “You cannot blame me for what happened last night, I tried my best to stop you but you kept on seducing me, a man can only do so much to prevent himself but when a beautiful woman askes him out, he has to comply” he teased her further. “You know what, we are adult. I feel no shame for what has happened, it was just a one night stand, a fleeting moment. I am too old to be forgetting over that type of thing.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard. When he finally pulled out he disposed of the condom and helped me down. My legs felt unsteady. He handed me a silk robe from a nearby chair and watched me put it on. “The contract is simple,” he said, voice calm again like he hadn’t just fucked me senseless on his dining table. “Three months. Exclusive. You live here, sleep in my bed, and follow my rules. In return everything gets paid. Tonight.” I stared at the papers on the marble counter. My name was already printed at the bottom next to a blank line. My hands were still shaking when I picked up the pen.

I understood then, sitting on a cold stairwell floor with tears drying on my face and my hands refusing to stop trembling, what I should have understood the moment I walked into that lounge. This was never a negotiation. Daniel had not come to the table with terms I could accept or reject or counter. He had come to show me the cage — to let me see every bar, every lock, every angle — and then close the door. The twenty-four hours wasn't an offer. It was theater. A performance of mercy designed to make me feel like I had a choice while he went ahead and made it for me. It was a countdown. It had always been a countdown.

But before I could process my feelings, he added, “But those contracts were usually for one night. This is the first time I hand out a contract that doesn’t specify an ending time.” My heart skipped a beat. So I was different from those one-night stands. He wanted me to stay longer. Taking a deep breath, under his intense gaze, I signed my name. “Give it to Adam,” he said, his voice husky. As soon as I handed it over, Draven grabbed my waist. With a small gasp, I was pinned down on the backseat, his lips capturing mine. He kissed me forcefully, his arms like rocks, making it hard to breathe.

“I think we have everything we need to get started. We can begin tomorrow if that works for you.” “Tomorrow’s perfect,” Kira said. “We’ll send over the contract this afternoon. Standard terms, thirty-day cancellation notice, payment due on the first of each month.”

They had barely done anything. Thankfully, the ambulance arrived, and the doctors who came in took over. The mother and child went to the hospital just to be on the safe side. Everything was fine, and they were back before noon. It took some time for everything to sink in. No one had expected the baby to come out just like that. All the kids practically surrounded the crib and talked to the baby boy trying to make him laugh. And so, they went on with their lives. New city. New homes. New families. New friendships. New babies. New commitments. New company. A whole new promising future. And all that because a one-night-stand did not go as it should have.