Three Month Rule Novels & Stories

" What? Rules? "You're going to leave right now." She continued, heading for the door. "I'm not interested in being with you tonight. But if you show up again, it'll be because I called for you. When I call, you come. If I don't call, I don't want you outside my door, in my yard or ringing my door bell. You only come here when I call for you and it'll be just sex. Sex and sex. Until our 3 months probation is up. What do you say?" W-what?

He was rock hard. “What are you doing?” Not only could I hear the slight panic in his voice, but I could also see it on his face. “It's been thirty minutes.” “So?” He was still not getting it. “Your thirty minute rule for the duration in this mind fuck room is over, so I'm leaving.” “You're what?” His voice went dangerously low. I pouted, acting like I was pitying him at that moment even though I was downright mocking him. “Don't tell me you forgot about that. That's too bad for you–”

******at the doctor's office******** "you can't have sex for three months, neither can you use any sex toys in those three months. you don't seem like the type to use those, but I don't trust my friend. the height you can do is allow him fuck your boobs or you give him blowjobs and or heads. not even a finger should go up your back hole for these three months. and take your medications regularly. got it?" he stated calmly as his unfazed gaze bore into mine.

She brewed a light mixture for herself while Cillian flipped through the contract, eyes scanning the rules she came up with. Rule Number One: The Contract shall not go beyond three months. Rule Number Two: Both parties agree to not involve themselves in the personal lives of the other party. Rule Number Three: No Physical contact whatsoever. The list went on. Each and every single rule was thought out with meticulous care, to avoid any loopholes and make sure that the person on the other side of the line wouldn't be able to defraud her. The more Cillian read, the more his expression darkened. By the time he was finished reading the contract, Bellatrix had finished making her coffee.

I glanced at Zoey and said, "Just say something." Zoey looked at the row of bowed servants, cleared her throat, and said, "Glad to meet you all." Upon hearing this, they all stood up straight. Brent, a man in his sixties with a very kind-looking face, said, "Mrs. Madox, do you have any special rules?" Zoey thought for a moment and said, "I do. The 'Three Nos' rule." "The Three Nos Rule"? Everyone looked surprised upon hearing this.

I smiled and walked straight past the nurse as I started concocting a new plan in my head. There will be three simple rules to follow if I need to get laid, a man needs release afterall. Rule 1- it will only last one night, no names would be exchanged, and no phone numbers either. Rule 2- No elongated flings or sleep overs, it seems to complicate things. Following these rules ensures it will be a one-time thing, and the woman won't go as far as falling in love with me after. That means no fucking the pretty nurses at the hospital where I worked. Feeling the tiniest bit more in control, I rolled my shoulders and checked my watch. Still two more hours until my twelve-hour shift ended.

Show her how she's supposed to behave. As Andrew disappeared out of my sight, the flicker of hope in my chest was completely extinguished. Tears spilled from my face uncontrollably. In a daze, all the painful memories came flooding back. Tiana moved in with us three years ago. She had brought Caden with her, and she was also pregnant. To care for them, we prioritized their needs in our family. But Tiana splurged all the time, using her pregnancy as an excuse to make endless demands.

"No, I'm keeping her safe. And I expect you to enforce these rules." I stood up, my hands clenched. “Why are you always so controlling? You can't just dictate our lives like this." Ben leaned forward in his chair and gave me a serious look. "I can and I will. This is my house." The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Liam's giggles echoed from outside, a stark contrast to our heated argument. Strangely enough, Ben's expression softened slightly at the sound. "Ana, I'm doing this for everyone's benefit. We're all going to be in the same space for one month and I believe it'll be better for everyone if we could all get along till then."

Is my face that scary? What Livia didn't know was that a new house rule had been implemented recently. "If any of you look at my wife for more than three seconds, you'll see she's even cuter in the fourth. So don't. Pass this to every male staff member. I'll fire anyone who forgets-even you, Mr. Matt." - Damian Alexander, two days ago. So began the infamous Three-Second Rule. Every male servant followed it like gospel-except Livia, the very reason it existed, had no clue.

It was going to be a very long three months. ***