Novel & Cerita The 3 Month Rule

He exhaled loudly before continuing, “…hand-holding, light touching are permitted only when we are in front of my family or yours. No unnecessary touching.” He shook his head. “Rule Three: No real kissing. If a kiss is unavoidable, it will be short and closed-mouth. No tongue, no making out.” He paused, his eyes widening in surprise. “Wait… are you for real?” He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “No tongue? Mel, who the hell kisses without tongue?” I folded my arms and stared at him, unamused. “Keep going.” He read through the rest, his scowl deepening with every line. No sex, no sleeping over, maximum two events per month, no personal conversations, no good morning texts, no flirting.

But I couldn't stop the terrifying, frantic thumping of my heart inside my ribs, nor could I ignore the small piece of leaf-parchment stuck directly to the front of the treaty script. You have three full moon cycles to give your answer. Three moons. That was all the time I had left.

She shoved the gifts toward me and continued, "You and I are still neighbors. We're bound to run into each other, so let's not make such a big deal out of this. "Is it possible for you to withdraw that lawsuit? I swear I'll write an apology letter and clarify everything for you in the group chat! I'll do it every day if I have to, Mr. Johnston!" I looked at her, recalling how she had egged everyone on in the group chat. I ignored her pleas and asked calmly, "Do you know the legal threshold for defamation under the Criminal Law, Ms. Weller?" Tanya's face instantly went pale. I continued indifferently, "If a defamatory post is viewed over 5,000 times or shared more than 500 times, it's classif

“Why did you hesitate, Mrs. Mancini? Rethinking your choice? Perhaps, getting cold feet? Afraid of discovering what you like? Afraid of your own kinks?” Oh, fuck. My thighs press together as a needy throb pulses through me. “No,” I breathe. “Just tell me the last rule.” He goes quiet long enough for tension to coil in my stomach. For a moment, I wonder if he’s testing whether I’m lying or afraid. Then he finally speaks again. “Rule Number Three,” he murmurs. “If you ever cross the line… and by that, I mean catching feelings… you must tell me immediately. I will end the contract without delay.”

"Three weeks." He returned to his computer and typed away on it. "Remember, once your three weeks are over you leave at once otherwise you both would be in violation of the rules, so if you would like to stay more than that, you had better say so now." The man gave them a stern glare and both boys just knew they wouldn't want to spend another week in this City. "No, three weeks it is," Jason spoke.

I said. I massaged my forehead as I thought of the third rule. When I got it, I smiled. “Rule number three, you two would have to set times for yourselves.” “What do you mean?” Alpha Darwin asked. “What I mean is that, you two would have to plan on when to spend time with me. The time of the first person shouldn't clash with the time of the second person. It should be in form of…” I trailed off as I tried to think of the right word for it. “…shift!” I recalled. “So, if one person spends time with me today, the other can do the same the next day. If this person sleeps on my bed or spend the night with me today, the other can another day. These are the rules,” I said and they sighed. “So, are

“Please. Did you actually think I’d fall for you?” I didn’t answer that. My throat dried, not that I expected that he would fall for him but hearing from him hurt a little. “Rule three.” I continued suddenly “We never talk about this agreement to anyone, not your teammates, not even your dumb hockey groupies. No exceptions.” His brow lifted. “You think I have groupies?” I gave him a look. “Okay, maybe I do,” he admitted, unbothered. “And rule four,” I said, writing in big, underlined letters, “This fake relationship ends in one month. After homecoming, it’s over. That gives us just enough time for all this to blow over.”

Dealing with correspondence and phone calls. 4. Managing diaries to write down important information. 5. Organising meetings and appointments, other schedules. 6. Booking and arranging travel, transport, and accommodation. 7. Organising events and conferences. 8.................................................................................... Ace stopped after he was done with the formal rules. He looked at the laptop screen and saw he has written 32 rules. Ace sighed then started typing again. 33. You have to be his girlfriend for six months. 33. In those six months you cannot date anyone.

When another minute passed with no answer, I spoke up once more. “Steven, I know it may seem like a long time, but it’s just three months. Consider it a brief opportunity to see where things can go. Compared to three years, it’s a mere blip on the radar. And after those three months, whatever the outcome may be, I’ll accept it and move on.”

His jaw tightened, not with judgment but with understanding. That was the moment I realized the second rule wasn’t broken by accident. He’d been aiming for it from the start. The Third Rule Trembles Rule three was the most sacred: No falling in love. It was written in ink, underlined twice, like we could actually control it. The night it started to crumble, the rain had been falling for hours, tracing frantic rivers down the windows of his penthouse. We were supposed to be going over the final revisions, but the power went out plunging us into a silence so thick I could hear my own heartbeat.