The Presidents 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!

“What kind of job are we talking about?” “A contract marriage,” Emma said. Sonia blinked, then laughed nervously, thinking her friend was joking. But when she saw Emma’s serious expression, the smile faded. For sure her friend was serious. “Wait. What? A contract marriage? Like in those drama series?” Emma nodded. “Yes. Apparently, there’s this wealthy guy who needs a wife. And guess what?” Emma asked, watching Sonia adjust herself properly on the couch. “Wait, there’s more?” Sonia asked; her eyes widened; the whole story was getting interesting.

People turned to watch. Cameras lifted. Luca’s breath caught in his throat. Damon stopped in front of him. Close enough that Luca could see the storm in his eyes. “You said the contract did its job,” Damon said quietly. Luca’s heart pounded. “It did.” “And that means you’re leaving.” “Yes.” Damon studied him for a long moment. Then he said something Luca never expected. “Too bad.” Luca blinked. “What?” Damon’s voice hardened. “Because I never agreed to end it.”

“Or maybe there’s something Adrian Knight doesn’t want people knowing about his relationships.” She leaves. I stand in my apartment, her words echoing. None of them say anything. Like they all signed NDAs. Did Adrian have contracts with all of them? Was I just the latest in a series of arrangements? My phone buzzes. Adrian: “Zara. Please. Can we talk about this morning?” Me: “Did you have contracts with your other girlfriends?” I hit send before I can stop myself. The dots appear immediately. Adrian: “What?” Me: “Your exes. Did they sign contracts too? Or am I special?”

He said but Kathryn has made up her mind. “Okay, Here. What about a contract?” He suddenly offered pulling out some papers. Kathryn suddenly seemed interested in it. “A contract? What contract?” She asked “Read it,” He replied giving her the papers while Kathryn collected it and started flipping through the papers. “It’s a three month contract, all you need to stay with me for 90days till I’m appointed as the chairman then you can have your divorce,” He explained while Kathryn scoffed. ‘He’s begging me because of a mere post? Ah! What a stupid fool I am to think he’s in love with me’ She thought

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…"

She smiled devilishly to herself when she imagined pushing Angel into the pool. "I think I have an idea." "I know you always do. Now out with it." Angel paid full attention to the words about to leave Grace's mouth. "Since you only have a short time left, and you can't possibly meet anyone now, added with your busy schedule..." "Yes...and?..." Angel asked suspiciously. Grace had her in suspense. "And... I think you should just base the whole thing as a contract." "I'm not following." "Contract a lover. You can pay the person to pretend to be your lover and do a fake wedding." Grace said with excitement of her idea.

“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.

He mentioned, then explained how they one day got drunk and had sex. “A man's body has needs, and I didn't want to mess anything up for us when we finally got together because, believe it or not, I still hoped for us to be married...” He explained how Maddison agreed to the contract; according to him, she knew about me and agreed to be his contract lover. Wow, it was shocking; she agreed to not fall pregnant or disclose their relationship to the public. Only Gabriella knew; Gabriella was both their friend. “She understood when I told her about you, remember the woman who brought you magazines?”

I muttered under my breath. “Excuse me.” “Nothing.” I said getting up to leave his office. “One more thing,” he announced, and I turned to hear what he had to say. “You're not allowed to fall in love with me, it's part of the contract, once you do, the contract will be terminated and you'll receive no benefits, except, of course, if the child is born.” “I assure you, that wouldn’t happen.” I responded and left his office. I'm not allowed to fall in love with him? Like anyone would want to fall for a nonchalant ass like him. This contract should be as easy as a pie, right?