Jake Bobo Contract Novels & Stories

I nodded, tried my best to suppress the irritating tone mine and left from there immediately. “Hey! Alice, you have the morning shift today, right.” Jake asked as he saw me coming out of the VIP lounge. I told him everything while picking up their order. He cursed under his breath. I know the curses are for the manager. “Give this to me, I will serve those disgusting ugly old rich bastards.” He said and took the tray from my hand. He is a gentleman and always ready to help anyone. “But what about your work and if they complain about it, then it will be difficult for us to deal with,” I said and he let out a small laugh, Is he gone mad?

"But remember, Khione... the project might be with him, but the 24-hour rule isn't over yet. And I’m not finished with you." He leaned down, giving her one last, searing kiss—a final brand that tasted of salt and obsession. "I'll have my driver take you," he commanded. "And Xielle?" "Yes?" "Tell that manager of yours that if Jake tries to 'build a connection' again, I’m not just buying out his contract. I’m buying his entire agency just to fire him." Xielle smirked, blowing him a kiss as she headed for the door. "Behave, Mr. CEO I'll see you in a few hours."

“I don’t want to get my wife’s hopes up.” Kade nodded, made the note, and then sat there with his pen held loosely and that particular expression he wore when he was deciding whether it was worth it to say the thing he had lingering on his mind. I raised an eyebrow. "Come out with it." He set the pen down. "You know your contract expires in three months. I’ve been thinking you should give the Luna some kind of severance package. To keep her afloat you know... forever maybe? You can allocate the main guest house her and give her a monthly salary."

He stopped making her pause at her place too. "This is ridiculous. Ridiculous is what your are doing. You were trying to seduce me with all those messages and since I came to meet you but now you are acting ignorant. Fine. If that's what you want. I should start finding a wife for me." He warned her who blinked slowly. "Also, you are in debt of a lot of money..." He wanted to tell her about the contract they made while San chuckled sheepishly as she hugged his arm. The only thing that could make her worship Gael was the contract.

I acted like I had plenty, but deep down, my shattered soul barely held on with duct tape. “No Playboy tonight? That’s going to be a relief,” said Luke behind my back. He stretched his arm to grab the glasses I had cleaned and placed them back on the rack. I turned around and followed him until he returned to grab some more. “What?” I replied a little defensively. “Dominic Moore,” Luke added, so I’d know who he was referring to. “What does that even mean?” I scoffed.

he gave the newcomer a scoff. “What happened? No flying objects? Are you dying?” Derrick Jones thought something was off with his good friend. “Why do people think I’m dying? Hurry up and give me the contract.” He wants to finish all his work so he could go back to his little princess and of course his sweet angel. He could not help a smile when he remembered the scene this morning but he immediately maintained a formal face while reading the contract. When everything was as expected, he immediately signed the document and shook hands with Derrick Jones.

Unlocking it, he brought out a blue and pass it to Kylie. She took it and muttered ‘thank you’ to the man, he simply nod as response. She opened it , going through it. The words look tiny to her, it was a six paged contract, trying to read it gives her headache. The only words that is visible to her us the heading of the contract. ‘ Brand ambassador contract’. She wanted to be sure she is not signing her death but she does not have the strength to read it so she slide it to Bob to read it. Bob took it and started going through it, reading each line by line.

“When I’m done using you, the game ends. The contract lasts one year— long enough for me to get my inheritance. I’ll give you a percentage as compensation. Understand, Sir?” Caleb looked horrified, but Mr. Asher lifted a hand to stop him. “Are you absolutely sure?” he asked. “Yes.” “Hm. Okay.” “S‑Sir!” Caleb protested, disbelief plain on his face. “It’s settled,” Asher said. I stood and offered my hand. “We’ll meet again in fourteen days.” “Alright, my wife.” Instead of shaking, he lifted my hand and pressed his lips to the back of it. My eyes widened. A jolt of electricity shot through me; I yanked my hand away, cheeks burning.

No one hurt, no one damaged. “Move in with you? I need to get a job as soon as possible, I have bills to pay me Billionaire” I shot at him. “I’ll have that all covered,” he said with a straight face. “I’ll send you 50,000 dollars after the contract is signed. No strings attached!” He added coldly, walked towards me and asked. “Deal or no deal?” A sigh escaped my lips and I just nodded gently. “Deal.”

Carlos also stood up, followed quickly by Alpha Lemone and Alpha Jeremy. “Enough with the drama,” Carlos said. “This is a business deal. We'll give you guys some time to think it over.” Just before they left though I remembered that Jake's signature was also on the contract. “Wait,” I said. “How are you involved in this? You’re a human.” Jake chuckled. “I buy werewolves,” he said. “Turns out, werewolves make fantastic drug mules.”