Novel & Cerita One Night Stand Contract

“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.

"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

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.

I would keep my promise to my mother, and this time no one would be here to make me do otherwise. “I took a shower and washed off our little encounter from my body. Can we move on?” “Nope,” she said cheerfully. “I’m never letting you live that down. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who looks like a Greek god and actually knows what to do in bed? And you just let him poof, disappear.” I sighed, leaning against the counter and pinching the bridge of my nose. “I didn’t let him disappear. The whole idea of a one-night stand is just that... a one-night stand. Only one night of your life. Not more. That’s literally how it works.”

It felt like it was just a dream. " Name your price. " " Wait for a second, I haven't made a decision yet," Catalina said as she stared the check on the table. " It's only one night, am I right? " " A one-night stand? Did I say that? As far as I'm concerned, I have not mentioned my condition yet, " Rostam calmly said, " But to make it clear, one night stand is not my thing. I'm asking you for more than one night. "

The thing that’s about to change my life. I take it with trembling hands. He starts going over the details again, just like last time. The contract outlines a one-year marriage, renewable unless either party files for divorce before the end of the term. One million upfront. Two million monthly, transferred on the last business day of each month. No sexual obligation, but public appearances are mandatory. A clause about discretion. A clause about his family. A clause about exclusivity. It’s all swimming in my head like alphabet soup. I’m not even reading it. I’m just trying to keep my tears from falling onto the damn paper.