Romans & histoires When Contracts Turn To Forbidden Kisses

Luca looked away first. That was confirmation enough. Damon exhaled slowly. “You’re not leaving.” Luca looked back at him. “That’s not your decision.” Damon stepped closer. “You’re under contract.” “Contracts can be terminated.” “Not this one.” Luca frowned slightly. “What does that mean?” Damon’s voice turned calm. Dangerously calm. “It means if you try to walk away…” He paused. “…I’ll make sure every security firm in Europe blacklists you.” Luca blinked.

Simon said as his eyes narrowed suggestively at me. As in…do we fuck? “The contract that we initially signed at first does not allow any sexual activities; however, the contract had just recently been revised,” I replied factually. “In other words, you’re willing to sleep with him now…” Simon surmised, and it wasn’t a question. “Yes,” I replied bluntly to his blunt question. By contract we could but there is another clause that says that he can’t exactly force or rape me against my will. “Interesting. I doubt EROS needs any training in that area, but he can learn in other areas…” Simon said with a nod of his head.

Her face brightened when she found what she was looking for, " Ah hah, here it is, it states that no party can be involved in an intimate relationship during the duration of the contract. Jeremy and I are not in an Intimate relationship, we are friends." " I'll say it again, I didn't know friends could kiss. I could have excused the first kiss, that it was a mistake, a lapse in judgment but the second and then the third, nah, you were just plain into it. You violated our contract, do you know the magnitude of your punishment? I will need you to pay back all the money that I paid for Becca's surgery and your hospital bills. Also, the money I paid to cover your debts."

"Holy Shit, you guys were faking it all this time?" I sighed and answered. "It was a contract marriage but we somehow grew close to each other, so I wouldn't say that all of it was fake." "So you're telling me that you have started to have feelings for your contractual wife." "Pretty much." "Okay. So what's the problem?" Then I told him the whole story of Evan and those pictures along with Brie's confession. "Woah. To say that your love life is complicated is an understatement." He commented.

“I could buy you a van, Jade.” “That is not the point, Killian,” I laughed softly. “The point is the freedom. The lack of contracts.” He went still at that. The word contract always seemed to be the ghost in the room, reminding us that we were technically still bound by paper and ink. But then he did something he had never done before. He leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. “Then for this weekend,” he murmured against my skin, “let us pretend there is no contract. Let us pretend we are just two people who are tired of being alone.”

Hunter and my step-sister came to my mind, and i thought of how I was going to plot my revenge when a knock came on the door. I opened it and saw he was still shirtless. He handed over the contract, and I collected it. “Finished your business already” I teased, and he glares at me. “Thanks to you, I lost interest,” he said, and i grinned. I opened the paper and read what was inside. There were two that seemed to be written in capital letters. It states that no matter what, we must never fall for each other, and we can't touch each other inappropriately except in public.

I shot them a questioning glare, " What nonsense is this?" One of the guards responded bowing his head slightly, " Pardon us, Young Lady. Mr.Davidson has forbidden you to step out of this villa alone.” I shouted not holding back anymore, " What rubbish are you spouting! I am not a prisoner of him. Besides, I have an urgent task to do now. Let me know." The guards were unmoved despite my requests and stopped me several times from going outside. I stood there grounded stubbornly but they showed no sympathy. Frustrated, I started to get a panic attacks. If Carl leaves today, I will never find him again.

He opened the first profile. Closed it after less than a minute. The second. Closed. The third. Closed again. Chen Wei waited patiently. After nearly twenty minutes, Gu Yichen pushed the entire stack aside. "None of them." His assistant blinked. "None?" "They're choosing a business alliance." "Not a partner." Chen Wei hesitated. "Chairman Gu may disagree." "My grandfather asked me to find a fiancée." "He didn't tell me where to look." A thoughtful silence settled over the room.

For real. That would be deadly. He could for one, reject her. And if he accepted her because he wanted her to keep working for him, she would be mortified. And the contract was between them like a chasm. His unknown enemy was swimming like a man-eating shark in that chasm. All of that was painful so she ignored those. What's the point in thinking if dreadful things when she could focus on the one wonderful thing that happened to her for the first time? She never imagined that something like that could happen to them before the contract hit terminated. They had discussed and signed that they would never kiss.

“I’ll call you whatever I want. Starting tonight.” Her cheeks flush, anger or something else, I don’t care. I like the color on her. I want to see how far down that flush goes when she’s under me. Because she will be. The contract says we share a bed. It doesn’t say we have to sleep. I release her slowly, letting my fingers trail down her arm. Her skin is silk over steel. She yanks away like my touch burns, but we both know the truth. That kiss wasn’t just hate. It was fifteen years of foreplay.