Dom Contract Novels & Stories

With that, he got into his car and drove straight to the Grant Group. … By the time Dominic saw Elijah again, it was already afternoon. Elijah's wrist had been reset, and his emotions had settled. Dominic raised an eyebrow. "You can endure this much?" Elijah's face was blank. "What are you here for?" Dominic gave a light sigh. "Do you have amnesia? I brought the wager agreement. You wouldn't want to breach the contract, would you?" With the contract in hand, Dominic had more than enough ways to enforce it, whether Elijah agreed or not.

Christopher walked to the podium alone. No team behind him. No prepared statement in his hand. He stood at the microphone and looked out at the room and waited for it to settle. Then he spoke. “The documented that was published last night is real,” he said. “I am not going to stand here and tell you it was fabricated. It was not. My wife and I entered into a contractual arrangement. That is true.” The room moved. Pens on paper. Fingers on keyboards. “What is also true,” he continued, “is that it does not matter anymore.”

About ten minutes from campus, Dominic turned into an apartment complex. “Oh, right,” he said casually, eyes still on the road. “There’s one unwritten rule I forgot to mention in our contract.” “What is it, sir?” The car came to a stop. The air thickened again as Dominic unbuckled his seat belt and turned toward her. “I don’t like sleeping with virgins. It’s… inconvenient.” Renata’s mouth fell open. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t shocked. But before she could react, Dominic was already handing her a pen and the contract sheet.

We talked about everything except the Romano family. "You should consider coming back to medicine," David said over dessert. "You're wasted in corporate management." "Maybe someday." I stirred my coffee, avoiding his eyes. "When things are... different." He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "The offer stands. Whenever you're ready." By the time I got home, it was nearly ten o'clock. The Romano estate was quiet, most of the staff already retired for the evening. All I wanted was a hot shower and my bed.

“I didn’t know it would come to this.” “Desperation,” Dominic replied, “is how most contracts are signed.” He turned back to me. “You see,” he said, “I don’t enjoy coercion. It’s inefficient. I prefer clarity.” He gestured toward the folder on the table. “Everything is there. The debt. The default. The transfer.” “Transfer to what?” I demanded. “To marriage.” The word hit me harder than I expected. “What?” I breathed. Dominic’s eyes remained fixed on mine. “A legal union. Binding. Enforceable.”

I was really worried for her because Anna deserves all the happiness in this world and she deserves a man that'd treat her like a queen. I picked up my phone and was about to dial her number when I noticed Dominic walking towards me. He still looked cold and angry like he looked when he stormed out of the sitting room and when he got to me and he stretched out two papers to me. They were contract papers, like agreement papers, the one that binds people together in terms and conditions. "We should sign a contract," he said as I started to read through the agreement, "since we don't have an emotional basis." Fair enough, I thought to myself as I continued to read through to be sure of what exa

Finding my daddy dom bot boyfriend, aka Damien in his charging chair I ran toward him. I needed the physical touch this morning and he didn't seem to mind hugging me close, petting my hair and calling me a cuddly bunny. "We need to set your rules" Damien says, making me look up at him. "I'm your owner, I'm the one who set rules" I tell the stupid Bot, can't expect them to be perfect. "Au contraire mon petit, according to my research a little always need rules" he says.

Dominic walked in and sat on my couch and looked at me with the expression he used when he already knew the answer to what he was about to ask. "How bad is it," I said. "The coverage is everywhere. Three major outlets picked it up overnight. The affair narrative is gaining traction." He looked at me steadily. "The BCT government contract has a morality clause. If this story holds for another forty eight hours they'll review our eligibility." I said nothing. "That contract is worth three hundred million," Dominic said. "Three hundred million Damien." "I know what it's worth." "Do you. Because last night you kissed her in front of cameras and now we are forty eight hours away from losing the b

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

Dom shifted his weight onto the bed at that moment, as he fully turned to look at me, before he says, “Kit, to be honest, I am too worried about tomorrow. I have trained my whole life for battle, but with my father’s contract with Red Moon, there was never a battle for me to fight. A part of me feels like I am less of an Alpha because of it, and that I have been doing nothing but acting as a damn mayor of this town.” His confession to me at that moment made me think back to some of the things that Lizzy had said to me, making me realize that there might be even more to Red Moon’s plan than what she had thought. Sitting straight up in bed, I look at Dom and ask him, “How many other packs have