The 3 Month Rule Novels & Stories

"I am not even surprised." I twisted my lips. "Funny." I held my right hand near his face, counting off on the fingers. "Rule no. 1: No touching at inappropriate places. Rule no. 2: If I am not comfortable doing whatever you want then I won't do it. Rule no. 3: This deal is on for only two months. Rule no. 4: I'll add more rules as they come to my mind." He pressed his lips together in extreme contemplation but sighed. "Three months and you can't say no to everything. I'm not paying off your garage bills for nothing."

I replied. Min chuckled. “Okay. I won’t tease you anymore.” She finally said. I scoffed. “But three months have passed and you should know that you have the right to be in another relationship again.” She smiled. “Three month rule.” She whispered as she bid goodbye with other staffs. I followed her with a look. Just what is that anyway? I faced everyone who was still working. “You can have your lunch, guys!” I told them and everyone replied me a loud, “Yes, CEO!”

Both of their expressions changed instantly. "But," I added quickly, holding up a finger. They both froze. "This is not a free pass to just move back in like nothing happened," I said firmly. "We do this… carefully." Warren nodded immediately. "Of course." "A trial period," I continued. "Three months." Oliver gasped. "That’s forever!" "It’s not forever," I said dryly. "It’s actually quite short." Warren chuckled softly under his breath. "Three months," I repeated. "We see how it goes. No pressure. No assumptions. If it doesn’t work… we stop."

“I will not accept you nor will I reject you, but you have to show me that you truly mean what you say. I will give you three months to prove to me that you have changed. If by the end of the third month, I do not see any changes and you continue to treat me as you have, I will leave. If by the end of the third month, you prove to me you are worth fighting for, I will accept you as my mate.” “What are the rules?” “No rules.” “Then I agree. I just have one request.” “What?” “I move into your suite with you. I am not saying we need to sleep together, I can take the sofa.” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It wasn’t as if we haven’t lived together. The only difference was that it had only be

“That means no touching unless absolutely necessary for appearances.” One of Damien’s brows lifted, and amusement flickered across his face. “You make it sound like I’m already planning to seduce you, Sunshine.” She ignored the nickname, keeping her expression impassive. “Rule three: This ends exactly after a year. No extensions, no loopholes, no complications.” His smirk widened slightly, but something in his gaze turned calculating. He studied her for a beat before nodding. “I can agree to those terms. You’re making this easier than I expected.”

He paused for a moment to notice the Alpha’s reaction but when he got nothing, the elder continued “Even if it won’t be real Alpha. Ok, we can do it this way, you would choose someone that would stay with you for a month or two, we would make it known to the public that both of you are in love. At least, that would be enough to shut the mouths of our people Alpha” Alpha Alcide thought for a while after which he spoke “Two months is too much, I want only two weeks” “But Alpha” the elder protested “Shush, that is my decision, and also, she would not stay in the main house where me and my wife lives, she would stay far from us during this time, am I clear” Alcide said as he stared at his elders

I should have taken Laura’s warnings more seriously. Anderson still wouldn’t listen, and the gears in my mind began to spin as his statement struck me with a new idea. “From now on, I’m establishing a three-step rule.” I proclaimed, and this got his attention. He whips his head to me, his brows wrinkling as he shoots me a questioning look. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, and I answered him by taking three steps back, mentally evaluating the distance. “It means you’re not allowed to go further than a three-step distance from me. At all times.” I add firmly, and Anderson lets out a breathy chuckle that vividly expresses his annoyance.

July doesn't know what the rules are at company N work to but if he agrees then it feels like whatever terms July can put forward, the boss will say yes as long as the client pays the right amount of money. “So I want to make a contract with you to be a married couple for 3 months." July deliberately ordered a drink that levels of alcohol is low, because they both can not get drunk. Their initial intentions can be mixed or even deviated if they get drunk and talk under the influence of alcohol. “For 3 months?” N obviously surprised to hear the offer. Record of his service at job when a client uses his services during whole time never more than two days for one request. But now comes an offer

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

"We make new rules. Concrete ones. Like—you can stay over three nights a week max. You ask before coming over, not just show up. We both keep our own spaces genuinely separate." "Three nights feels arbitrary." "It is arbitrary. But I need a number. Otherwise three becomes four becomes seven and suddenly I don't have my own space anymore." Damien runs his hand through his hair—his stress tell. "Okay. Three nights. But Elena, can I be honest about something?" "Please."