The Presidents Contract Lover Novels & Stories

Her anger didn't only come from being insulted and humiliated before everyone at the restaurant whose eyes were on both of them, but from the fact that Janet was causing a fuss in her working space because of their unresolved long-term dispute. She had seen the sinister grimace on her face when she had walked into the place with her friends earlier today and had seen her attending to other customers. On-demand, Eleanor had been asked to serve them, and she had been diligent with it because she didn't want this girl to start a charade here, but now she knew she had been wrong all along. This girl had planned to start a dilemma here from the start, with her being the center of attention. ~~~~~

Thankfully, that has no chance of happening any time soon, so I should assume that my spinster dream is safe for now. "Are you sure about this?" Her brother asked after a lull in their conversation. "About my spinster dream?" Iori asked. "No, about breaking the contract..." he answered, " This is going to cost you a lot. And besides, I still can't believe that the president asked you to do something like this even though he's one f the few who knew the truth behind all that," "Me too. I can't believe it either. But, it happened,"

Mr Jackson spluttered out in alarm. Pregnancy? When and how? Ooh.. they didn't know. “Lola and I have a contract marriage binding us, but along the line, we fell in love with each other. But no, we haven't consummated our relationship yet, at least not to the extent of expecting a child, but we are deeply in love with each other. “What? What do you mean by a contract marriage?” Mr Jackson Peters yelled, turning to Andrea. It seemed today was a day of unfolding secrets, and ours wasn’t left out.

“This agreement is confidential. We have to play the perfect couple to avoid suspicion.” Ashley nearly scoffed. Confidential, yet his lover is aware of the contract. Still, she knew he was right. A public scandal would serve neither of them, and the last thing she wanted was for people to look too closely at their union. “It is a matter of convenience. We will not be sleeping together,” he added, his tone brimming with ego. “You can bring your own lovers in if you must. I will have my men arrange a discreet place for you.” “Fine,” she said, turning her attention back to the contract. Once she finished, she signed her name with a pen and handed the papers back to him.

he corrected me. “I’m sorry, but I don’t fully understand this. What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I felt like I was about to cry. “Perhaps you’d understand if you read it,” he told me and before I could understand what he meant, he opened a black notepad on the table and took out a document. He handed it to me and I took it with a shaky hand and read. It was a contract! A contract stating I would be in a sexual affair with him and run his house, like a mistress. Not a girlfriend. Not the love of his life. A mistress. A whore he paid to satisfy him!!!

I don't know alot about him ; the only personal thing I know is that he's great in bed and is good at teasing. If I don't anything more about him, it was going to remain that way. Our contract was about sex, not about getting to know each other personal attributes. Heck we shouldn't even be having dinner or looking in each others eyes. There's a big difference between lovers, friends and a sex partner. When the contract is over, it will be like we never knew each other. We'd be like.... Total strangers.

I don't know alot about him ; the only personal thing I know is that he's great in bed and is good at teasing. If I don't anything more about him, it was going to remain that way. Our contract was about sex, not about getting to know each other personal attributes. Heck we shouldn't even be having dinner or looking in each others eyes. There's a big difference between lovers, friends and a sex partner. When the contract is over, it will be like we never knew each other. We'd be like.... Total strangers.

She tried to fight off the urge to sleep, but it only grew stronger. The last thing she heard before slipping into unconsciousness was an eerie voice saying, “Gotcha.” *** Hello lovelies, Thank you for reading about Kelvin and Leila. The story continues in His Contract Wife (Part II), which is available to read by joining my subscr𝕚pt𝕚on on lnkitt or Ream: maramartha. For a token of $5/month, you get to read the rest of the story, access more free books, and also receive a free P*F/ebook copy once the book is complete and edited.

Her brain couldn't digest that she was married already. She was married! With Kelvin Williams! "We will pack all the things in your house," Kelvin said, breaking Luliyah out of her thoughts. Luliyah looked up, seeing Kelvin who said it while closing his eyes. "Ah ... But ..." Luliyah couldn't digest it all. Everything was happening so fast. Wasn't their marriage just a contract marriage? Should she also live with Kelvin? 'Contract marriage...' They were married because of their own interests. Harris initially opposed the marriage because Kelvin was in no gain position. Kelvin will spend a lot of money to pay for Luliyah's mother hospital bill, but what will she give Kelvin in return?

He said with anger, his sound quality is enough to understand his resentment. "You are a big fool. We didn't marry, we made a contract. The "LOVE CONTRACT", do you understand?" He pointed his finger towards her. He was firm and his every movement makes her more scared of him more scared than she was before the wedding. "What?" She screamed in pain. The word 'LOVE CONTRACT" reverberated in her brain. The words were spoken by Arnav were unacceptable for Sharanya. She never imagines that she has to hear such words from Arnav.