Three Simple Rules Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

She doesn't wait for me she walks out of the door the tapping if her feets against the floor audible enough as I follow suit holding to my side wondering how and when I was treated, Billy halts before a huge door turning to me she says, "Now remember you have three rules to comply with and I won't repeat Any of them, The first rule you would respect everyone in there not regarding of age, height and sex, The second rule is you will comply with whatever orders you are given even if it means you have to die for it, The third rule is the most important, anything you see or hear in here is mostly confidential you must not disclose it to anyone anyhow or anywhere no matter what, now you are ready

Vincent’s hand slid between us and found me, two fingers pushing in while he kept moving inside her. When Sloane came it was quiet and shaky. He held her through it, then lifted her off him and set her on the desk. “Your turn.” He stood, turned me around, and bent me over the same desk we’d signed the rules on. He pushed in bare, the way he had two nights ago, and stayed there. “This is what you chose,” he said against the back of my neck. “You don’t get to take it back next week when it gets messy. You don’t get to act surprised when your mother finds out. You stay, you take all of it.”

Her finger hovered over it before she finally pressed call. “Hello sir,” she said quickly as the line connected. “I’m ready for the work. Yes, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll stick to your rules. I’ll sleep with you, and I’ll work for free for three months. Just tell me where to meet you.” A short pause. “Good,” the voice on the other end said. “I’ll send the location. Be there by 9 p.m. Don’t be late.” The call ended. Annabel stared at the phone screen for a long while before dropping it beside her again. A wave of shame washed over her.

* "I'm no cum dumpster, OK? No kind of slut. I've got rules. Not like some girls." "That's important. I guess?" Somewhere way past three a.m. Nicole and I sat leaning against each other on the sofa, both still naked, smiling wide and very sweaty. Fully flushed and flagrantly fragrant, I inhaled our threesome's combined scents while feeling her impossibly soft and smooth skin on mine, amazed all over again by how good she felt. Both of us still dribbling a few last drops of sperm onto the cushions, I'd have to get them cleaned before we had guests over.

I read through the first paragraph. “Rule one: Never disclose who you really are to neither family nor friends.” “Rule 2: You are not allowed to become close friends with Mia's associates. They know how she behaved, her preferences, even small traces will end everything.” “Rule 3: Protect Mia's fortune.” “Rule 4: Never fall in love during these terms.”

SLOANE The first rule of covering Dalton was simple. Do not look like you’re going there for him. That rule started in my bedroom at four-thirty on a Friday afternoon with my closet open, three outfits on the bed, and Riley sitting cross-legged on my rug like a chaotic personal stylist with no license and too many opinions. “Not the black sweater,” she said, pointing with a mascara wand. “Too date-night. Also not the white blouse because if you spill coffee on yourself, you’ll look like a cautionary tale.”

“Admit it, you need this trip.” “I do,” I sighed. “And you need to get away from the testosterone triangle currently ruining your brain chemistry.” I groaned. “Don’t start.” “I’m just saying,” Sloane said, sitting cross-legged on the bed, “You need clarity. And it’s not gonna happen if you’re still wrapped up in everything.” “God.” “Exactly.” I flopped onto my stomach. “Okay. Where would you go if it were just you?” “Just me?” “Yes. No flirting, no posting. Just you.”

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

I squeaked. I knew for a fact that men are visual creatures. That they’re easily attracted and moved by what they see. Considering Richard’s personality and the images I found online, it was clear he preferred women who dressed…slutty. Rule No.1 in making him fall in love with me: Dress Slutty Nina popped out a tired breath, realizing she had to give me another round of motivational speech to pep me up once more. Rising, she approached me and took my hands.

For someone as scary as him, bright colors aren't suitable for his personality. The next thing I looked at was the shoes made by Jacob. They all have high heels and are very beautiful. I spent a long time picking for what to wear. I looked at the clock then at the clothes in front of me. I picked up the nude colored dress and decided to wear it. The dress hugged my body perfectly. It's strap is thin. I also see the upper part of my chest a bit. Its length reached below my knees but on the right side there was a big slit that reached half of my thighs. It's kinda showy but this will do.