U Know The Rules And So Do I Novels & Stories

“Fine. I’ll teach you. But we’re doing this my way. And if we’re doing it, there are rules.” I sat up eagerly. “Rules?” “Yeah. Rule number one: whatever I teach you, you don’t use it unless you’re in real danger. Not to show off. Not to get back at anyone. Not even to make a point. You use it only if it’s absolutely necessary. Understand?” I nodded immediately. “Got it.” “Rule number two,” he continued, his tone serious, “you listen. No arguing, no stubbornness, no trying to prove something. If you want to learn, you follow my instructions.”

I shook his hands and he gave me a curt nod. "Let's meet up later and draw up rules for this situation ship." "Rules?" I asked bewildered. "What kind of rules?" "We will have to draw up rules so that we will be able to understand ourselves and not do something that the other would not like and besides knowing you, I wouldn't want you to run away or decide that you want to back out without giving me prior warning so yes, the rules are important to keep us in place." I nodded. "Okay then."

"I'm not arrogant. I'm just telling the truth." I rolled my eyes smiling. "Okay."

"Not until you agree to the rule I just made." "I will only follow the laid down rules on the contracts we both signed. Only that, Mr Stanley." ++++

I should be scared but am I really? Who knows? "Alright you're right, I do know but we'll do this by my rules…" My Rules. Those two words should scare the fuck out of me because it might as well mean that I'm already at his mercy. So was what I wanted to know, worth putting myself at Savaş Ewald's mercy? "What are your rules exactly?" I surely didn't know what to expect from someone like him but could it really be that bad? Absolutely. Could I handle it? Still not confirmed.

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

Look at the irony! " This is your room," I say gesturing to the door. " Inside your room, there is the bathroom door. If you go through it you'll find my room. That's why we have to make some rules.." " Ohh... I like it. We're gonna be close." he says giving me a dirty smile. " And rules... Rules for what?" " First of all.., no one should know that we live in the same house, especially Rob.. " " What does that dick have to do with this?? " he asks nervously.

I asked him. He shrugged. "You go first." I nodded. "You cannot add, remove or edit rules from this moment on," I reminded him and he placed his pen on the table. I smiled, satisfied, before starting to tell him my rules. "I only have five," I told him. He nodded. "I only have three."

I thought of the medical bills multiplying in my mailbox like a terminal disease. I picked up the pen and signed my name. "Rules," Reya stated, standing up to signify the end of our meeting. "Learn them tonight, because nobody is going to repeat them to you. One: You don't ask for names. Anyone. Ever. Two: You serve, you smile, and you forget. Three: The main floor is your territory. The second floor is invitation-only."

Always blinking. I was learning his rules. But he was learning mine too. I don’t break. I don’t beg. And I don’t belong to anyone. Not even for 363 days.