Contracts For Dummies Novels & Stories

Pulled out the papers. "Page one," he said. "Representation agreement. Page two. Commission structure. Page three. Exhibition schedule." "Stop." "You need to read this." "I need to breathe." Cole put the papers on the table. "Then breathe." I breathed. The contract was twelve pages long. Small print. Legal terms. Words I didn't understand. Richard came over to help. He sat at the table. Read every page. Made notes in the margins. "This is standard," he said.

His grip on my hand was tight, but not harmful to my hand. “Zarek, what are you doing? It’s too early for this and I don’t feel like accompanying you in anything today. As you can see I have been throwing up for days” I said, looking up at him as we walked. He didn’t respond to my questions. Once we'd already stepped inside, he let go of my hand and walked straight to his desk. I watched him quietly, my arms folded to my chest as he opened a drawer and pulled out a folded piece of paper, the contract we both signed the first day I came to his pack.

I was tired of crying. “Show me the contract,” with my voice barely above a whisper. Dominic simply nodded, reaching into the center console and pulling out a sleek black tablet. His fingers moved across the screen before handing it to me. The document was already open. Ninety-nine days and confidentiality clauses. Compensation that made my eyes widen enough just to restart my company and then revenge support written in legal terms. Boundaries clearly defined, no physical intimacy required, no emotional expectations. It was full proof and professional.

Heaven___ Daniel leaned back in his chair, a weird smirk spreading across his face as he was about to toss out the condition from that crazy head of his. "The condition is you work for me at my company. Part-time, flexible hours around your school schedule." I felt a crazy spark of frustration. I already juggle school and the restaurant; why on earth would he want me to work for him also? "I already work at the restaurant, and I'm in school full-time. How on earth do you expect me to work for you too?" I asked, trying to keep my tone even.

He smiled, “Contracts don't work like that. Once one is entered, it can not simply be dumped and tossed aside" My mouth fell open, “A contract?"

Luckily for me, it was a soft and comfortable bed, just as I like it. "Huh!" I heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed as I heard my phone beeped a call. I located the phone and answered the call. I placed it on my ear to receive the voice of the caller. "Hello mam! I'm in" I informed the caller. "Good! Daphne, remember, you have 30 days to eliminate him. Don't let me down" the caller reminded me of our contract. "Yes mam, I won't fail you. He'd be dead sooner than you expect" I gave my reply and she ended the call immediately.

"I don't have time for a real relationship and my grandmother is running out of patience. This solves both our problems." He pulled out a folder from his briefcase and slid it across the table. "The contract. Take a look." I opened the folder and saw pages and pages of legal text that made my head hurt just looking at it. Leon started explaining what it all meant and something about terms and duration and compensation and termination clauses. I tried to pay attention but all I could think about was two hundred thousand dollars and saving my mother's bakery. "Do you have any questions?" Leon asked when he finished explaining.

“We need to get this contract signed because I don't know how much longer I can hold out.” “Then you need to stop distracting me,” He chuckles against my neck, acting as if I'm the problem. I climb out of his lap and back into my own chair, open up the contract and begin reading it. A lot of it is written in formal, lawyer jargon, and it's a lot to wrap my head around but I start to make sense of it. “Are you participant A and I'm participant B?” I ask, realising that our names only appeared at the top of the page, for the rest of the contract we are called participants.

I snap, the slam of my words sharper than my look. He doesn’t even blink. Just smirks at me like a cat who’s found the cream and knows I won’t take the saucer away. That smile says he doesn’t believe me for a second. Which — fine. Whatever. Liar, liar, self-sabotaging pants on fire. I barrel on before he can say it out loud. “Moving on. Clause Three …” “… upon termination of this contract, there shall be a two-month grace period before either party may publicly date again.” Strange … but yeah … it’s not as if I have a line of suitors waiting for me to finish this ‘job’.

I twitched at the touch. Dante smiled and continued, “Mr. Johnson has been out of state for the past three days, so that's why you didn't get to sign your contract yet. But now he's back, and he's here to process the contract deal. So you'll be signing your contract right away.” Dante was smiling suspiciously as he spoke. I almost felt like something dangerous was centered around this whole discussion. But I couldn’t say anything. I could only swallow hard. After all, I was the one who agreed to the deal—to sign the seven-day contract with him. And if I successfully lived with him for seven days without turning gay, then I’d get to leave this house with whatever amount I wanted.