U Know The Rules And So Do I Novels & Stories

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.

“Do I look like someone who obeys the rules?” “No.” “So?” “You can help me?” “What do you want?”

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.

No rules. Just us.

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

Carson suggested and Owen drove to his place. “I had no idea the club had pretty ladies in it until that Friday I visited. The girl I was telling you about, she is a stripper. A sexy, hot lady,” Owen spoke, while the words rushed out of his mouth. “Man, I need to see this girl. You have talked about her all day. Are you in love?” Carson questioned and scanned Owen's face. “Me? In love?" He repeated and let out dry laughter. “That's not part of my policy, it is not part of the rules. Being in love makes one weak.” Owen muttered and continued driving, while Carson didn't utter a word.