Love In Contract Novels & Stories

“Do the hell with the clause, Brandon. I know that very well, but now neither I want to leave you nor stop myself from falling in love with you.” “WHAT?” “You heard me, Brandon. And I’m positive that you might have remembered my confession from the last night. If not, then I don’t mind repeating over and over again that I love you, Brandon. I really do. I didn’t know how this happened and when but I have fallen in love with you, Brandon, and I don’t want to leave you even when the contracts end. And if I’m not wrong, then we have already broken two clauses of the contract, because of which the contract between us has already been revoked.”

All information had to be reviewed and agreed upon by both parties before we could start our contract relationship. “Looking for someone who would absolutely not fall in love with the counter party. Special consideration will be given to candidates with reasons to dislike or hate the client,” I read the terms that Justin had highlighted on the paper. “Weird right? I mean, asking you not to fall in love with him because that will complicate things for you both is quite normal. Not every guy or girl is buying this service because they’re looking for love but it’s like…another level entirely to be asking for someone who might hate him,” Justin explained.

"Wow, Alexa." Alexa shrugged. "Yeah." He just shook his head and relaxed back. "It doesn't matter, you're stuck with me." But the word stuck made his heart skip for some reason. He couldn't help but ponder about what his daughter said. He looked at Alexa. "Did you ever hear, or notice something about the contract that brought us together?" "What thing?" Leo sighed wondering how to ask it. "Um, did dad ever tell you it has an expiry date?" Alexa scowled. "Expiry date?" She shook her head. "No. Why?"

he asks with a scorn. I close up the remaining space between us. “I know that love is kind, love gives strength. And that most of all love births loyalty.” “I think you’ve been watching so many-” “Think whatever you want but stay away from me. And don’t ever act the way you did at the club again, I’m not your real wife so you have absolutely no right to act all possessive, you do not own me.” “Maybe I do,” he says with challenge in his eyes. “We have a contract after all, you should be able to see it through despite our little differences.”

Well, I fantasize about his body, but that’s all. Not for being choosy, my boss is rich, including being handsome, with a good body and a huge dick. But being a playboy is a big NO for me. I can’t do anything about my situation since I already clung to his balls, so I should just accept it. “What is this “Love”?” I asked as I continued reading the contract. “You have to call me love, especially if we are having sex.” “And why? Please explain.” “To make me like it more. I’ll be more aroused if you call me by endearment. I didn't want you to scream “SIR” on my face when we both cum.”

Max’s love, his desire to be with me, wasn’t about duty, obligation, or contract—it was about him wanting me. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before I spoke. “I—I feel it too,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I feel the bond. And I... I agree. I want to forget about the wedding contract. I want to be with you, Max. As your partner. Not as someone you’re forced to marry.” Max’s eyes lit up with something fierce and joyful. Without another word, he reached out, taking my hand in his, gently kissing it as though he were offering me something precious. The gesture, so tender and sincere, made my heart flutter.

But once the other party did something out of line, he would make the contract null and void. Before Maia could speak, he leaned down, exhaling warm breath in her ear, saying, "Love is not a piece of paper. Kissing you is following my heart." Love couldn't be regulated by a contract, the overwhelming love inside him was beyond control. He loved her and kissed her, actions he couldn't restrain. Maia's heart pounded irregularly. She never expected such words to come from him. This pinnacle of excellence, who deemed even saying "love" a luxury, was now saying such cheesy things.

he corrected, his eyes twinkling with mischief. Laughing, I nodded my heart swelling with love. "That too, my love," I replied, feeling the weight of our shared journey, our love story, and the promises that lay ahead. Hand in hand, we stood on the precipice of a new chapter, ready to face whatever challenges and joys the future held, bound together by a love that was unbreakable, enduring, and beautifully, wonderfully ours, loving in the shadow of our heart. ******* THE END OF CONTRACTED.

"So, sign the letter, then we will get married, and don't worry, I will never do something that you are afraid of, I will never violate some things that might make you think." Jenifer became silent again then nodded her head too, took the documents that were on the table and then signed all the documents there without Jenifer even seeing what was written there. "Already." Fabian became silent again, he didn't expect that the woman in front of him would be so incredibly stupid. How could it not be, even for an important agreement like this, Jenifer didn't read everything in its entirety and immediately signed it. "Okay, the day after tomorrow we will get married, and tonight you will sleep in

I say. “They do,” Mia agrees. “But you, specifically, do not. You are the most careful person I know when it comes to this. You take six months to decide on a sofa. And you’re telling me you fall completely and publicly in love in two weeks and everything is fine and there’s nothing to discuss.” She looks at me steadily. “Come on, Zara.” It is a very good point. It is, in fact, the point underneath which the entire contract lives, and they are sitting right on top of it without knowing it, and I am sitting here with my folded hands deciding how much longer I can hold this particular thing.