The Presidents Contract Lover Novels & Stories

He didn’t want to live in his son’s shadow, just as he already lived in his wife’s shadow. “Mom, I’m not going to marry just anyone,” he retorted, irritated. He really wanted the presidency, but not at the cost of marrying a woman who was only after his money—and, above all, without love. Yes, John believed in marrying for love. “That’s why we suggested a contract. Think about it: you get married, take over the group, and after three years, you’re free,” Martha argued. “No love, no emotional obligations. Just an agreement. And of course, a well-calculated compensation.”

he joked with a half-smile. She looked at him with one eyebrow raised. “Slow down, partner. We only ran into each other again two days ago. We can’t just show up to the world saying we’re a couple. Everything has to be gradual. Believable. That’s why I put six months in the contract. And I’m not going to look like the girlfriend who left you right when you lost the presidency.” Ayden’s eyes widened. “You’re right… I’m sorry, Milagros. And thank you for coming to get me.”

Because if her boyfriend was so powerful, that would mean she was powerful too! At that moment, Iris felt like Zachery Smith was not as powerful as people said he was. The man was just so-so. “President Smith, since this issue has been settled, what about the contract?” Zachery immediately answered, “The contract? Of course, we agree to the contract. Let’s sign it now.”

“You haven’t heard what the deal is yet. Relax.” He created some distance between them because her lips had looked very kissable just seconds ago. Walking over to the window, he stood in front of it. The view was of the garden. He had no care for nature and all of that cheesy stuff. All he cared about was power and money. “Tell me.” he heard her say. “The son of the president of Russia wants you to be his pretend girlfriend in exchange for giving me a two billion dollar contract.” “Oh my God!” she blurted.

He let her go then and she got out of her seat, glaring at him, her lips a bit swollen from his kiss. "What was that?" "I told you I will find a way to shut you up if you didn't" he reply, taking his seat. "And I don't remember anywhere in the contract that says you have to kiss me Mr Preston!" "And there's no where in the contract that says I can't do it" he reply with calm. Amelia is about to reply when the sudden shrill of the doorbell prevent her. She watch him go answer whoever is at the door, her mind pondering on the last thing he said.

"If you sign this contract, we will need to conceive a child. Naturally." I stared at him. The room was suddenly too small. "Two years," I said. "Two years of pretending to be your wife. Two years of—" I couldn't finish the sentence. "Two years," he agreed. "And then you walk away with everything." "And what about love?" I asked again. "What about... what about feelings?" He leaned forward, and for the first time, something sharp entered his voice. "Let me make something clear." His eyes pinned me in place. "I'm not offering you a fairy tale. I'm offering you a contract. I don't care about your feelings. I don't care about love. I only care about the outcome ."

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

the nerve, he even asked. I gathered all of the sanity left in me controlling myself to throw the glass at him. My dim look was gradually and unbelievably morphing into a sweet smile. "Of course, President Zaborowski. Who am I to stop you from fvcking someone? You already said we're not exactly husband and wife and we're gonna end this contract after a year. So, whatever you do is fine with me!" I even winked while gobbling the remaining liquid in my glass.

She said in disbelief and continued, “You are my boss” She looked at him for a longtime with hundreds of thoughts rushing through her mind. “How could I be in a contract marriage with this pervert? It was all so confusing. He is my boss and moreover he doesn’t love me, he only wants us to be in a contract marriage? I don’t think I can do this. Tony stood up from where he was sitting and moved closer to her, he took a document that was on the table and gave it to her, she stared at the document in her mind.

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.