The President Contract Lover Novels & Stories

“Under the period of six months — the full term you’re bound by — you are not to have any lover, fling, or casual interest of any sort.” His eyes drifted deliberately to her phone and then back to her face. “No romantic attachments. No emotional entanglements. No late-night calls that…” He smirked again, eyes flicking over her flushed cheeks. “Sound like that.” Lena’s mouth parted, disbelief washing over her like a cold wave. “You… you put that in the contract?” He raised a brow. “Clara did.” “But you vetted it though. How could you do this?” “The main question is why didn't you read it?” He said teasingly.

I didn't know her favorite color, so I decided to order all ten colors to be brought in that evening. "It has come to our attention that the contract was moved outside the company. We wanted to understand why such a big…" "I gave it to my wife." I turned a page on the screen and paid for all of them. "As a gift." There were gasps. I looked up. Twelve faces, all variations of the same stunned expression. Patrick leaned forward. He was the president, a man who had held the position long enough to mistake comfort for authority. "Sir, one billion euros is significant. That contract through DC Global could have been leveraged into something much larger. The Linden name alone…"

He said, his tone got serious and Helena's face darkened. "Which?" She got in work mode. "The president's" "The president's? Which president?" Helena asked, sounding confused. "America's President. News just got to me yesterday that there's a construction contract ongoing and he needs a company to handle it for him, and we seem to be the perfect company for that, think about it Helena, how much spots we would jump if we got the deal. That's our secret to the top easily. You've done a lot already, think of this as an elevating stone and your work is done. We got the no 1 spot in the construction industry already, two no 1s, that's exactly what we want, isn't it?" Carmen said over the phone, p

“Thanks for letting me know, but it’s not a problem.” “It’s not?” His laugh was carefree. “Of course. It’s not a loophole; the contract was written that way by design.” My billionaire lover and his valet walked into the mansion, leaving me dumbstruck on the helicopter pad. XXX

The door was pushed open and the angry face of the doctor came into view. "Change your mind?" I mocked. "If only you weren't so despicable! I hate you!" She spat out. "I never told you to love me. And I will gladly terminate this contract the moment my son no longer needs you," I countered, staring at her. "I will sign it. I will be your wife but don't you ever interfere in my life as I won't interfere in yours!" She stated, looking at me too. "Deal!" I said, handing her the contract. It was easier that way, though.

“Well... I wouldn't bring up this topic here, but honey, it's from our biggest investor - his son also goes to your university and studies medicine, that man, CEO Grayson of international companies and national, can you believe it? It would indeed be good for our business hence I wanted to discuss it with you... To see if you agree.” Dad takes a long pause so I take that opportunity to try and clarify once again “dad, believe it or not I am over that douchebag and I will not marry another without getting to know them first, and who knows? What if the person you want me to marry is a bigger douche than the douchebag himself?” Micheal smirks at my comment and extends his hand to high five, I p

Emily didn’t care and hadn’t reached out, maintaining a complete radio silence. The morning sun was bright, and the spring breeze was warm as she lounged on a deck chair in the villa’s garden, enjoying a face mask. Her mind wandered to practical matters. She had spent some time reviewing the contract she signed three years ago to be Justin’s “contract lover.” It was set to expire automatically after three years, which was now less than four months away. When it ended, she would receive a payout of twenty million.

He apologized hastily, "Apologies, sir! We should not have allowed these two in here. We did not know that they had offended you. We'll kick them out right now!" With that, he and his fellow colleagues began to push at Keith and Mia. Keith was shocked beyond measure. "What on earth are you doing? I am an honored guest of Carter Enterprises! How dare you kick me out like I'm some kind of criminal? There has been a mistake! The people you should be kicking out are Miles Carter and his floozy! Where is the president? This is a mistake! I demand to see the president!"

"My wife and I are here to address the malicious rumors regarding our marriage." Before I could even finish the sentence, a reporter in the front row stood up, interrupting me. "Mr. Voss! A new document was leaked to the press just five minutes ago," the reporter shouted, holding up a printout. "It's a signed contract between you and Lila, dated the day of your wedding. Clause four explicitly states that this marriage will be dissolved in exactly twelve months with a payout of ten million dollars. Care to explain why your 'devoted' wife has a contract with an expiration date?"

"You can mess with me all you want but you do not, I repeat, you do not mess with my ambitions. Who do you think you are, huh? The freaking president?" The feeling of satisfaction that swept through me when a look of surprise passed his face was extraordinary. But then his stoic poker-face expression was back so quickly that it seemed like it never left. "Miss. Greene, if I remember correctly, the contract you signed clearly stated that under no circumstance should you be absent whenever you are needed in different areas that concern or have to do with our 'marriage'."