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AMOROUS AGREEMENT - COMING
SOON
by CeCeLib
3-4 minutes
I had fun writing Je T'aime, and it is one of my favorite books that I am most proud of. I enjoyed sharing the love Cloud and Jacques have for each other and I want to share more of that. I want my readers to know and understand that this special kind of love exists, and so, Amorous Agreement was born — the love story between a lawyer and a soldier. Many of you have guessed that I was working on something new, and I am excited to be here today to tell you that it's almost ready! Here is the first official sneak peek of the story description: When Attorney Raiven Valiz finds himself in trouble with one of his cases, his life is threatened and a bounty is put on his head. To protect him, the government sends the dazzling and charming Scout Ranger Keiran Sanford. He's exceptionally good at his work and he's a good cook...except that he's the same guy Raiven kissed at a bar two years ago.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. This new story of mine — Amorous Agreement — will be included in the Paid Program, the program that has helped me and my family a lot and one of the reasons why I was able to continue to write Keiran and Raiven's story to my heart's content. After Desidero Amore Mio, Desiring Her, Je T'aime, PS21: Knight Velasquez, PS22: Khairro Sanford, and PS23: Thorn Calderon which are all in the Paid Stories Program, here's Amorous Agreement , a very special story that paves the way to a new reading experience, officially launching October 13! However... as a special treat for all of my dearest Wattpad readers, you can come back on September 22 to pre-order Amorous Agreement and have early access that will give you the benefit of reading the first 20 chapters two whole weeks before the rest! Be the first ones to meet and fall in love with Atty. Raiven Valiz and Scout Ranger Keiran Sanford. Enjoy the first 20 chapters—that would make you smile, frown, annoyed, and roll on your bed with 'kilig'—when you pre-order.
criminals after his life, especially when he makes Raiven feel different emotions he's never felt before. To come to terms with Raiven's confused feelings for him, Keiran proposes an agreement Raiven can't reject...an amorous agreement. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Regina Dionela ILLUSTRATION: Marjorie Medino
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AMOROUS AGREEMENT - PROLOGUE -
Page 5
by CeCeLib
21-26 minutes
PROLOGUE
RAIVEN DROPPED himself on the sofa as soon as he entered his office, beyond exhausted. It had been a long ass day. Defending clients—genuinely innocent or not—in court and proving their innocence always exhausted the fuck out of him, but it was satisfying when the result was in his favor—just like today. Though the family from the other side cursed him to no end after the case was closed and his client was found not guilty, it was not like he cared. For him, innocent or not, as long as his client was able to afford his expensive fee, then he will not stop until said client was innocent. And to everyone who abhorred his existence, he was nothing but rotten scum. For Raiven, though, it was better than being righteous. Being righteous would starve you, get you killed, make you penniless. The world was not merciful to heroes, and money made the world go round. That was the horrible truth that many people couldn't accept.
If one wanted to stand at the top, he had to be a rotten scum—that was Atty. Raiven Valiz's personal belief, and he had been adhering to that since the day he decided to become a lawyer. Raiven sighed after having those unpleasant thoughts. He suddenly remembered his little brother telling him not to defend criminals, but Raiven had to disagree. Those nasty bastards paid well, and money was important. Look at what happened to us before because we didn't have money... people always say that money was not important—as long as you had God and you were a decent human being, you'd be blessed, but that was not really true. It was all a lie, because in the real world, money was God. Money could make people dance and sing. Who said money couldn't buy happiness? It was full of bullshit. If they had money before, then they'd be very happy now. Not everybody would agree that money could buy happiness, but Raiven did. Sighing heavily, Raiven cleared his head before leaning on his seat. He knew he should rest after that draining case, but in days like these, it was always better to end it by enjoying a few drinks at his favorite bar before hitting the hay. He wanted to relax before attacking and winning again the next day. With that thought, Raiven stood up and left his office. After talking to his secretary, he settled himself on the driver's seat of his car and started the engine to drive towards Valec Bar. When Raiven entered, he immediately occupied his favorite seat at far corner of the counter, a place that only had a dim light where no one could recognize him from afar.
"Just fuck off already." "Khai, won't you miss me? 'Cause I'll miss you." "I hate you." "I love you." Raiven tuned out the two and accepted his dirty martini with a small smile, thanking the bartender. While enjoying his drink, he thought about the couple he tuned out behind him. What a pitiful guy. His lover clearly doesn't like nor care about him, and he's about to go to work where he might get killed in the near future. Really pitiful. If only breaking someone's heart was a crime...then he would probably be defending lots of heartbreakers. Meaning—lots of money. Out of curiosity, while his lips were hovering over the rim of the glass he was holding, Raiven slightly turned his head to take a peek behind him—to see the couple, but the table was now empty. They made up, I guess...? Erasing the couple from his mind, he continued sipping his dirty martini and he ordered another glass after it was finished. Raiven was finishing his third glass when someone sat on the stool beside him. He didn't heed the person beside him any attention as he continued enjoying his drink, but he couldn't help noticing the nice scent the person was wearing. A very calm and soothing scent—the kind of scent that could put anyone at ease, even him.
Because of that soothing scent, Raiven enjoyed his last glass of dirty martini. Feeling slightly lightheaded, he was about to send a message his little brother to pick him up since he couldn't drive while under the influence of alcohol when he heard a woman's voice. It seemed like she was talking to the person with nice scent beside him. "I've been everywhere looking for you, Keiran!" "...What are you doing here, Jasmine?" Raiven stopped typing on his phone when he heard that familiar voice. But this time, it was not calm nor soothing—just deep and annoyed. A player, huh? That was the first thing that came to Raiven's mind. And I even pitied him. This is why you can't trust people—men and women alike. "You're leaving tomorrow," said the woman with a pouty voice, like she was complaining and demanding at the same time. "Won't you even say goodbye to me?" "...And why would I do that?" "Because I'm your girlfriend!" "...Since when, exactly?" Oh. That's just mean, Raiven couldn't help commenting in his head, but who was he to judge? He treated women the same way when they became so annoyingly clingy, especially when they had a clear agreement about what kind of a relationship they have. He was the same as the guy beside him.
"Don't worry. I can afford it." Then he flashed him a smile that Raiven could only describe as charming. The scowl remained on Raiven's face, the self-consciousness he was feeling still there, but he stayed. It was money. He would never turn his back on money. After the negotiation, Keiran faced Jasmine. "Jasmine, as you can see, I have him now. I'm sorry—" "No! I don't believe you, Keiran! You're just saying that to spite me!" What a smart woman, Raiven thought sarcastically before he brought his mouth close to Keiran's ear, oblivious to the fact that what he was doing was putting doubt in Jasmine's heart—that maybe the two were really lovers and she was just in denial. But Jasmine wanted to believe the fact that Keiran would never touch a man. He was not like that! He preferred women! And the woman Keiran should be with was her! Only her! She would do everything to have Keiran forever! "Could you please make this quick? I want to go home," Raiven whispered indifferently in Keiran's ear. He wanted to tell the man how mean and rude he was towards the woman, but he was a rotten person himself, so who was he to judge? He didn't want to be a hypocrite. Keiran whispered back, "If you want to go home quick, then help me. Don't just stand there. I'm going to compensate you after all." Raiven sighed heavily and whispered, "That PF is for staying and letting you drag me to your mess. Standing up and defending you is another matter entirely. That means another payment. I don't work for free, Mister." "Fine. I'll double your PF." It seemed that Keiran was desperate to get rid of Jasmine. He wanted to enjoy his last night before going back to work tomorrow.
Raiven nodded and whispered back, "In that case, let me handle this." He fixed his suit to make sure he appeared presentable and professional. From an outside perspective, without context, the two men who had been whispering at each other's ear looked intimate, like lovers with secrets to hide, and it was pissing Jasmine off. She was trembling in anger and jealousy seeing how close the two were. Her mind was telling her that maybe it was true, that Keiran was with a man. But the truth was that the two were negotiating payment—well, no one knew about that but them. Jasmine, who was about to snap, stilled when she saw the man beside Keiran look at her in the eyes. For some reason, she could feel a tinge of insecurity. The man was clearly attractive—gorgeous was the right word to describe him. Not only that, but he exuded a mature aura that made him look sexy and appealing. "Jasmine, right?" Raiven asked, and it made Jasmine snap back to reality. "Look, Jasmine, you keep saying that the father of the baby you're carrying is my clie—" Raiven cleared his throat. What's the name of this bastard again? "— My Keiran, but he denies it. I'm sure that you know why he denies your claim. I'm sure you have an idea why. But if you are really willing to push through with your statement, show us proof that it's his. A claim like that needs evidence. Instead of making a scene here and chasing my clie—my Keiran everywhere he goes, why don't we perform a paternity test to make sure? No offense meant, but the test would benefit you if you're telling the truth and it would also solidify your claim, it wouldn't be rebuked by anyone. But..." He paused for a second before continuing, "If you're lying and the paternity test comes out negative, we will file a case against you." Keiran was just staring at the man who was defending him. He couldn't help but smile while watching him speak. This is better than I hoped. He was fascinating to look at while defending him and offering a solution to the problem with an indifferent expression on his face like he didn't care, but the emotion in his voice told him otherwise—especially when he was correcting himself and saying 'my Keiran' instead of 'my client'.
pregnant, and the last time they made contact was four months ago because of his work. It was not like he wanted to hide from his responsibility, but how could he get her pregnant when they hadn't seen each other for four months and her unborn baby was just two months along? Taking a breath, Keiran glanced at Raiven beside him and asked to pass the time and also to thank him for agreeing to help him earlier. "What's your poison?" "Dirty martini," Raiven answered. Keiran called out to the bartender, "One scotch on the rocks and one dirty martini, please." After the bartender acknowledged his order and placed them on the counter in front of Keiran, Keiran pushed the glass of dirty martini to Raiven, who quietly accepted the drink...and together, they drank silently. Well, Keiran wanted to talk to pass the time, but Raiven chose silence. Raiven was not planning on drinking too much and he still hadn't called his brother to pick him up, so he knew he should drink moderately. However, the bastard beside him kept ordering dirty martini for him until he felt like his surroundings were spinning uncontrollably. "Fuck!" Raiven hissed. In his drunken state, he couldn't keep the indifferent expression on his face. "I didn't know you can't hold your alcohol," Keiran commented while the side of his face rested on the back of his hand as he stared at Raiven in amusement. There was something about Raiven's face that felt calming. Is that because he looks dependable and fearless? Like nothing fazes him?
The drunk Raiven glared at Keiran—well, for Raiven, he was glaring, but for Keiran who was on the receiving end, Raiven looked like he was frowning and pouting at the same time. "You have the guts to say that after ordering fifteen glasses of dirty martini for me?!" Keiran chuckled. He was slightly drunk as well, but he could still hold his own. "I just wanted to thank you." "Thank you, my ass! I just wanted to relax and have a quiet night, but you dragged me to your mess, you bastard!" Raiven turned to face Keiran who was just watching him in amusement. He pointed his finger at Keiran, speaking like he was scolding him. So he can make such a face as well, Keiran thought while enjoying the change of emotion on Raiven's face. "Being handsome doesn't mean you have to be a player, okay? I thought you loved that guy," Raiven was now rambling, not caring about decorum nor hiding his genuine facial expressions. This was him when drunk. He lost all his finesse and became shameless. "You even told him you loved him. How could you cheat on him? I even pitied you when he said he hates you..." Keiran didn't know what Raiven was talking about, and honestly, he didn't care. He only cared about one thing at that moment, and that was to tease the drunk amusing guy beside him. I'm leaving tomorrow, might as well enjoy the night. "You think I'm handsome?" Raiven gave him a flat look. "Really? Don't you see yourself in the mirror? Even I'm slightly dazzled. And I'm a man." Keiran had to stop himself from grinning, because he was afraid that if Raiven saw him grin, it would sober him up, so Keiran suppressed it. He liked drunk Raiven. "I'm that handsome?" The drunk Raiven nodded honestly. "Yes."
"Maybe..." "Bastard...are you belittling me?" Raiven clicked his tongue and glared at Keiran. "What proof do you want? I'll provide it." Raiven was so drunk that all he could focus on was proving himself. As a lawyer, if he couldn't prove himself, then he should just bury himself. Keiran answered with an amused and teasing smile, "Kiss me. Then I'll believe you." Keiran said it as a joke—he wasn't really serious. He just wanted to see a certain emotion on Raiven's face, and he planned to take it back after he saw Raiven's unsightly reaction. But to his surprise, Raiven didn't react the way he thought he would. Raiven just stared at him and asked, "That's all?" Keiran was too dumbstruck by that response, taken aback, when Raiven stood up, cupped his face, and without any hesitation whatsoever, pressed his lips against his. A light kiss...it lasted a few seconds before Raiven pulled away. Then Raiven's eyes met Keiran's startled ones. Raiven could see himself reflected in Keiran's shocked eyes, and slowly, what he did registered on his mind. Like a broken record, the kiss kept playing again and again until Raiven felt an electric shock run through his body, awakening him and sobering him up. Now, Raiven's eyes mirrored Keiran's. Startled. Dumbstruck. The two were silently just looking at each other, like they were waiting for the other to break the awkward atmosphere between them. But nothing happened,
because before Keiran could pull himself together, Raiven was already storming out of the bar like he was on fire. Keiran was left dumbfounded at the bar while Raiven didn't know how he managed to get home. At that moment, both didn't know that two years later, an amorous agreement would begin between a lawyer and a soldier. CECELIB | C.C.
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AMOROUS AGREEMENT - CHAPTER 1 -
Page 3
by CeCeLib
13-17 minutes
CHAPTER 1
NAPAIGTAD SI RAIVEN nang makarinig siya na parang nabasag na salamin. Kaagad siyang lumabas sa opisina niya kapagkuwan ay natigilan nang makitang basag na naman ang sliding door ng office niya na gawa sa salamin. Habang nakatitig sa basag na pintuan, ang tanging nagawa na lang ni Raiven ay mapabuntonghininga. "How many times did this happen this month?" wala sa sariling tanong ni Raiven sa kawalan, pero ang sekretarya niyang si Tiffa ang sumagot.
Even though her boss was a man, that didn't stop Tiffa from describing her boss's face as a 'resting bitch face'—because it was the truth. Since she started working for her boss after he passed the bar exam, she hadn't seen him with a different expression. It was always the indifferent look—like he didn't care at all. Well, he really didn't care. That was just who her boss was. He only showed a different emotion to his brother—and that was frowning. Tulad na lang ng basag na pintuan nila. Mapapagod na lang ang mga taga-bato ng death threats sa kakabasag ng pintuan nila, pero hindi magbabago ang emosyon sa mukha ng boss niya. Ang mukha ng walang pakialam. Meanwhile, inside Raiven's office, his phone rang. It was an unknown number, but he still answered it. "Atty. Valiz speaking," aniya. "Alam naming nasa iyo ang SD card ng dash cam ng sasakyan na 'yon. Kung ayaw mong pulutin sa bangketa ang katawan mo, ibigay mo samin ang SD card." Nangalumbaba si Raiven habang nakikinig sa nasa kabilang linya saka sumagot, "Wala akong alam sa SD card na sinasabi n'yo. Bye." Hindi iyon ang unang beses na nakatanggap siya ng ganung tawag. Pero nagpatuloy ang pananakot ng nasa kabilang linya, "Kapag hindi mo ibininalik samin ang SD card, papatayin kitang putangina ka—"
"Yeah?" Raiven yawned a little. "If you want to kill me, get in line." Then he ended the call. After a while, he opened his table's drawer and picked up the small SD card inside. After staring at it, Raiven sighed. "How could such a small thing bring me so much headache?" Inilagay ni Raiven sa pitaka ang SD card saka isinara ang drawer at nag-umpisa nang magtrabaho. He was now handling a homicide case, and of course, he was on the defendant's side and he was hoping that the content of that damn SD card could acquit his client. But it turned out that that damn SD card was nothing more than trouble. If he used it, he'd die—Raiven knew that much. But even if he didn't use it, Raiven was sure that he was still going to die. He was just pretending not to care earlier, but he did. His life was important after all. Those organized criminals would not stop just because he told them he didn't have that damn SD card. So now, he had to work extra hard to make sure that his client would be acquitted without using it, and also be extra careful not to end up in a ditch somewhere. Raiven was not a righteous individual, so he planned to keep the SD card to himself as a safety precaution. It was of his best interest. There was no guarantee that those organized criminals would let him go once he gave them the SD card. He would bet his life that those nasty pieces of shits would still kill him just for knowing the content of the SD card. The information inside the card could take down big names from politicians to men in uniform alike, and those big names would never let him live. Raiven sighed. "Of all the things I could stumble upon, why does it have to be that fucking SD card?" Ah, my head is aching. Raiven was still finalizing the best course of action to take when his phone rang. It was his little brother, Raizen. "Kuya, busy ka ba?" kaagad na tanong nito ng sagutin niya ang tawag. Sumandal si Raiven sa likod na swivel chair. "May kailangan ka?" Raiven heard Raizen sigh before he spoke, "Did you piss someone off again?"
