Novel & Cerita U Know The Rules And So Do I

he said. I scanned through it making sure to not leave any rules out, pretty much all the rules were used to me, they are like my everyday life. I don’t party, nor have wild friends I can bring over. I don’t even stay out late till midnight so the rules are pretty okay and good to me.

“None of you know me. That changes today.” I looked at each face. Curious. Skeptical. Already deciding I was a mistake. “Let me make two things clear,” I said. “One, I am not here to play nice. Two, I am not here to play cruel. I can be water. Calm, patient, useful. I can also be fire. Hot, fast, and destructive. Which one you see depends entirely on you,” A murmur ran through the room. “My rules are simple,” I continued. “Do your job. Do it well. Do it on time. Don’t lie. Don’t steal. Don’t sabotage. Don’t talk about things that don’t concern you,”

Eyes closed. “Mama,” Alex said. Not sleeping. “Yeah.” “Did I do right,” Alex said. _Silence. Bedroom. 9:04 PM._ “Yeah,” I said. “You did right.” “How do you know,” Alex said. “Because you didn’t break Rule 1,” I said. “You kept Rule 5 without breaking home. That’s crew. That’s adult. That’s you.” _Silence. 9:05 PM._ “Good,” Alex said. Eyes closing. “Because I don’t want to break home. Home is 7. And 8. And always.”

One word. It landed like a stone in still water i swallowed. “We need rules.”He raised an eyebrow, slow and deliberate, as he dropped onto the couch like he always does for a hundred times. Legs spread just enough to claim space, arms draped along the backrest. “Rules,” he repeated, tasting the word. “Cute.”“I’m serious, Jayden.” I stayed standing, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. “This isn’t… whatever you think it is. You stay on your side of the room.

“So here’s the deal. You can either be a good girl and enjoy yourself tonight, or I will post this on every platform I can find. F******k, I*******m, Twitter—hell, I’ll even send it to your mom.” My breath caught. “You wouldn’t.” “Try me.”

And underneath, a question: Do you want the man who makes the rules or the one who breaks them? I stared at it for hours. Then I did something I swore I wouldn’t. I wrote a rule of my own. RULE 9: You’ll both come to my room tonight. But only one of you will be allowed to touch me. The other must watch. And I slid it under both their doors. Now I wait. Naked. Plugged. Blindfolded. One will come first. The other will arrive later. But only one of them will win. “In a house with too many secrets, the final rule is the one that breaks you.”

I mumbled and started heading back into the house, Mike ran behind. “Wait, wait, are you visiting our rival company? What happened to the rule that said never to step a foot in our rival company?” Mike reminded and I stopped on my track, folding my hand in a fist. Damn! Yeah, I was the one who made the rules…well, I can break it. What the hell was I thinking when I made those rules anyways?? I cleared my throat and turned to him with an eye roll “There’s also another one that says, keep your enemy closer,” I whispered with a dry but scornful grin.

He opened it and turned to me. “There are rules here, different from the world you’re from. You mess up, I blow your brains out "

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I hate betrayal and lies. 7. Rule 7: Last but not least, whenever I feel the need to fuck you, I want you at my beck and call. “What?! Who made these horrific rules?” I shout out in the limo after I read the rules “They are just…” “I do and you just have to follow them. Now tell me do you understand them?” he asked in a sharp tone.