The President Contract Lover Novels & Stories

"That was never in the contract, love." I blushed. "I think even if it wasn't in the contract, it would be nice if you actually thought about how she'd feel." Lucian shook his head and laughed. "Have you forgotten that Ales and I don't love each other? We are only bound by a contract." I opened and closed my mouth like a fish while trying to organize my thoughts and turn them to words. I couldn't help but notice how flushed and kissable his lips looked. Snap out of it, Malea! You have a boyfriend!

' When he was suddenly named, the assistant's legs went limp: 'No, no, the president is wise, but they said that no matter what you offer, they will accept it. Javen suddenly became interested: 'In that case, I'd like to meet this president for a while.' 'So what the president means is ...' Javen took the contract and glanced at it from beginning to end. Seeing nothing inappropriate, he directly picked up the pen and signed his name. The three characters of Dragon and Phoenix Dance, Javen. After signing the contract, he put the papers on the table and said lightly, 'Help me to arrange my itinerary and buy a plane ticket to M country. Let's go and meet the president.'

She blurted out on a nice voice. Her sentence was cut off by boss Daniel’s impatient voice. "President Smith, my wife was there just now. I have something to say.” He laughed, “In fact, it's not a big deal to cancel the contract. I still have channels to get drugs from my friends." Boss Daniel laughed even more, "But if I cancel the contract, I will lose a lot of money here! Do you think you should make it up to me? You don't have to. In the future, you will accompany me once a week for a year, so I promise... "

Rose said. Ivy sighed. "I know, Mom. I'll do my best." "Good. Remember, we're doing this for the family," Mrs. Rose said, ending the call. Elsewhere, in a dimly lit room, an unfamiliar voice spoke into a phone. "Did you know she was pregnant?" "Yes, she’s pregnant by her contract husband. It wasn’t a real marriage; it was all a contract," a man replied, his tone casual. After listening to the person on the other end, he ended the call and sat back, a contemplative look on his face.

Before her lay a contract, officially framed as an agreement between her and Collins' Group. However, she was well aware that it was essentially a contract of patronage – she was Daniel's pet. Written clearly in the contract was the frequency of sex perhaps to ensure her compliance. Aside from these terms, nearly everything else mirrored the standards of an A-list actress. The contract, of course, had been personally drafted by Daniel. Scarlett pursed her lips and, hearing the doorbell, found no motivation to get up and answer it. After a while, the sound of the lock being opened followed, and Daniel let himself in.

I wanted her to taste her own medicine. It was getting more interesting, now. This contract was starting to get filled with fun. And I loved that. I wanted to play more. I had her strings. It was Kian and he was with me. Even if it was just for pretending. I was okay to piss her, by just acting to be really in love with him. I loved it.

“It's better than actually getting married, right?” A contract? He's suppose to get married using a contract? “How did you say it works again?” Michael let out a sigh “it's simple, you and your chosen lady sign the contract that states that the marriage lasts for only 6 months. During that time, you should be able to get the company and right after, it dissolves" “A contract means money, Michael. This contract says 5 million dollars. I'm not giving my money to any lady” he made it clear

“Mom, I don’t even know whether we love each other like that. Maybe he’s pretending. I mean, we’re already more than six months in, I think. I wasn’t really counting the months. And very soon it’ll be one year and our contract will have expired.” “So the contract was for one full year?” “Yeah.” I shrugged. “One year and my contract will be expired and I’ll get my payout f*e and I’ll be out of his life. Possibly out of the company. I’d make some sort of excuse about some divorce and I would leave his life and he would go.”

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

Please confirm attendance. I stare at the screen. Three months. I hadn’t even realised. Three months since the contract started. Three months since a blind date and a penthouse office and a document with a no feelings clause that neither of us has managed to follow for a single day. The review is supposed to be routine. Professional. Two people in an office confirming the arrangement is working and adjusting terms if necessary. Except nothing about us is routine anymore. And when I walk into that office Monday morning and sit