Dom Contract Novels & Stories

Should someone find out about the collaboration agreement. The blood runs down my cheeks as he leaves, but the rest is gone. Contract for a partnership? What is the partnership contract? What the devil is going on? Dom is buttoning his shirt with sharp, angry movements, and I look at him, stretching his arm muscles. “Is it some kind of deal or something?” I ask, barely above a whisper. He doesn’t move his hands. I swear I catch a flicker of guilt on his face for a split second, then it’s gone so quick I half wonder if I even saw it.

“Let’s get this over with. I’ve reviewed the terms, and I’m ready to sign.” He didn’t bother to read the contract carefully; he was already planning to walk away with what he wanted. The agreement was a simple alliance—one that would bind their packs and secure Alice’s future, or so he thought. Everyone nodded in agreement, signatures exchanged, and the contract was sealed and tucked away in a safe place. The atmosphere felt heavy with victory—Dominic’s smug smile betrayed his confidence.

A certain memory flashed into me. "Adam," I called him, but he's so preoccupied I'd doubt if he did hear me. I didn't want to waste my voice shouting, so instead, I grabbed his arm. That finally stopped them from devouring each other's mouths. Adam turned to me with an annoyed face. "What the hell?" "What the fuck, Miss!" The woman beside him gave me a murderous look. "What do you want from my boyfriend?" "Boyfriend?" I muttered as I raised my brow at Adam. Two months ago, when I was on his bed, he told me doesn't do commitments. So, was he lying to me then?

“This contract has a flaw. Based on what I learned in a previous contract, the company won’t receive any royalties from book sales. Based on the book sales' projected income and contract length, the company is likely to lose millions.” Dominic grabbed the file quickly and held it up to read. When he slammed the file on the desk, I couldn’t help but flinch. Anger was practically rolling off him in waves, to the point I felt like I needed to take a step back. “Get in my office now!” Dominic said after he picked up his office phone and dialed a three-digit number.

His secretary's voice on the other side. "No, we have a deal and he can't just call it off." "The reason is, the secretary did not carefully read the cooperation contract." "Okay, tomorrow I will meet him, in person." Dominic looks annoyed after getting a call from his secretary. "What's wrong Dominic?" asked her mother. All eyes were on him. From the tone of his speech, it was certain that there was a problem in the company. "Isn't it a day off, why did the secretary contact you?" Mrs. Winter asked again because Dominic had not answered her question.

"I…I don't think this type of job is for me." Dominic leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled together, his eyes never leaving mine. He didn't blink or move. "You're drowning in debt," he said at last. "You can't breathe under it. You need this." His voice was flat and unemotional, but it weighed on me like a knife pressed to my throat. "This contract's not just about money, Mr. Hale. It's control. You need to submit to it." The words bruised some part of me deep down.

My wolf, Autumn, was struggling to come out and pounce on her while my cock nudged me in my trousers. Dominic flipped the contract over to her, and I watched as she went through it, her eyes widening at the words written on it. " Mate Bond?" She whispered and opened the contract to look through for a minute, only to let out a gasp in the next second, her head rising and her eyes growing wide. I knew she had seen what we had written, and to my astonishment, she started shaking her head sideways, obviously refuting our words. " N n no," She stuttered, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead.

Stacy replied in a slightly aggressive tone “I agree, and looking at this contract, he knows what he is doing, so what is he really building?” Dominic silenced himself as Gareth entered the room again. “So then, do we have a deal?” the cocky southerner held out his hand as though a simple gentleman’s agreement would be binding, Dominic signed the contract and shook the man's hand, “We do, I’ll have my legal team at Predtech deal with the rest,” Gareth smiled widely, “Excellent, we’ll have you on your new land by weeks end,”

“And you seem surprised.” “I am,” I admitted before my excitement died down again. “What is the catch?” I knew that he would not be doing it out of the goodness of his heart. He grinned. “What's in it for you Dominic?” I asked when he didn't answer the first question. “The contract clearly states that if we have a child within the first year of marriage, you can have one year taken off from the five years you are supposed to be here.” He said, looking pleased with himself.

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.