Rent Me For Valentine's Day Novels & Stories

I read one out loud. “With this, you are allowed unlimited kisses.” I then looked down and saw that it had an expiration date. 12/31/9999. I laughed. “Cute.” She smiled. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” I looked over more of the laminated pieces. One said with this, you are entitled to two massages per week. I raised my eyebrow when I got to the next one. “With this, you may sneak into my room anytime?” I tilted my head to the side.

The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act! “He’s been spending all this money on Valentine's Day to see her! I’m not going to be satisfied until I skin that fox alive!” The group of women trailing behind her echoed after her, “That woman must have a death wish to try to steal Amora Smith’s man!” “We’re going to make her regret ever being born!” I stayed in my seat and braced myself for the rowdy scene I was about to witness. This group of people seemed like the bad sort. Whoever they were after was going to be in a world of trouble.

There was also a small line of text written in red next to it. "Samson worked a lot of overtime this month, so I bought him some steak as a nice surprise. It was 30 dollars per pound. I'll just skip lunch to make up for the difference." His fingers paused for a second before he continued reading down the page. "February 14th. Valentine's Day. He gave me an LV lipstick today, saying that it was recommended to him by a female colleague. It was 160 dollars. I like it, but it's too expensive. Gotta be more thrifty in next month's spending.

“It’s romantic, don’t you think?” “I… I don’t know. Charlotte’s not really flashy,” I said, rubbing my temple. “She might get offended if it’s too much.” “Trust us,” Tina said. “No wonder she hates expensive things—she probably thinks you’re some rich snob.” That stung, but I didn’t correct her. They pulled out a velvet-lined drawer of more extravagant options. “You should go big,” Cherry urged. “It’s Valentine’s tomorrow, after all.” I froze.

On Valentine’s Day, Ethan Scott had a last-minute social engagement and left me home alone. Late at night, I received a message from him, telling me to meet him at a bar. Thinking he had finally remembered me, I rushed out the door, eager to see him. But when I came to the door of the private lounge, the scene before me froze me in place. Taylor Winston straddled Ethan’s lap, her silk camisole slipping from her shoulders, the straps barely clinging to her elbows.

“And don’t think of it as a bad thing. The boss is a good-looking man. Like, really good-looking. You could do worse.” I open my mouth to respond, but the sound of footsteps on the stairs cuts me off. We all turn to see Valentine descending, his presence immediately commanding the room. Well, speak of the devil. He’s dressed in all black—a fitted shirt, tailored pants, and boots that make almost no sound as he walks. His golden eyes sweep over us, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Mara and Finn are on their feet in an instant, their chairs scraping against the floor. “We’ll clean up,” Mara says quickly, grabbing her plate and heading for the kitchen.

Bronx and I set up a war room in the conference room, trying to predict where attacks would come from and what was near those areas outside the territory. "Listen Bronx, now that Kas has had a vision and we have a semblance of a plan, go spend time with her. Remind her how much she means to you. Besides, it's Valentine's day. Don't spend it with a bunch of smelly rogues in an interrogation room. It's already nine p.m. Lenora’s flight just landed, so we are going to a late movie." "What?" "What, what? What part did you not hear? It's Valentine's day. Go spend time with your mate."

The upper part of the gown clung to my skin while it flowed to the floor, starting from my hips. "Thanks," I said to her. "Help me with these, please" I said, handing her my make up kit. She grinned and made me sit on a chair. It was February 14th, you should have guessed. Every year at Springfalls high, the high school students partake in a Love Festival as we call it. The festival takes place on every Valentine's day. Trust me, it's always fun. Karla finished with the make up. I slipped on my red heels and grabbed my purse.

"February 14, 2022: 13,140 dollars. Daily necessities." Felicity had shown off a pair of Jimmy Choo high heels that day. "A Valentine's Day surprise. I love you." "September 2023: 80,000 dollars. School renovations." Felicity's location had been in Seafoam Bay that day. She had attached photos of a room with a sea view, and a bed that was covered in roses. Were these the so-called donations that Henry had mentioned? Using the money from our shared marital account to pay for his mistress's expenses?

She straightened herself before knocking on the door. Richard's face was expressionless when he opened the door and saw them. He left the door open and went inside. Rayan's face went puzzled as Crystal pulled him inside with her. She smiled softly and bowed to Richard. "Dad, I know you're angry with..." "If you're here to apologize then don't." Richard opened his laptop, not looking at them. Rayan massaged his temple and started going out with Crystal, out of the room. But stopped when they heard Richard's voice. "There is a Valentine party of Valentino company tomorrow at 8 p.m. I want you two to go there."