Jake Bobo Contract Novels & Stories

But before he could finish, Jake snapped. “Then let him refund your money!” he shouted. “Simple as A, B, C.” Robert blinked, stunned. “The money was for the contract,” Jake continued. “And now the contract’s been denied—that’s breach of agreement. He has to refund it.” Jake’s voice softened, but his resolve didn’t. “Because like I said… I’m not part of this. Count me and my wife out. Entirely.” Robert’s face darkened, his voice rising like thunder.

I entered the dining area and greeted my mother with a hollow "Good morning." Then I saw him. Jake was seated at the table, looking impossibly composed in a crisp navy suit. He was talking to Drake about biking, his voice steady and professional as he discussed agencies and Drake's upcoming debut. He didn't even look up when I sat down. It was like I was just another piece of furniture. "The French agency sent over the preliminary contract," Jake said. Drake didn't even look up from his phone, his jaw tight. "I told you, I’m not signing anything until I see the bike specs for the debut."

Dave said to Jake, who was grinning ear to ear. "Don't mention it, your Highness; I only did what I was paid for," Jake said to Dave, who nodded in reply. "Well, as you know, you can no longer stay in this pack. Mind you that you offer your services only to the highest bidder, so I won't want to keep someone who might end up going against me some day because he found a higher bidder," Dave said to Jake. "I'm very well aware of that; after all, that was our initial agreement," Jake said to Dave, who nodded in reply once again.

Jake replied cockily. "How much?" Gabby asked and glared at Cole. "I was just making a point and this asshole that I call my best friend is using it to make you mad at me." Cole responded. "I asked how much. I'm not mad at you Cole." Gabby stated laughing. "Ten thousand." Jake responded. "So what do you think? Do I have a chance?" "No. So if I were you I'd back out as early as now because you won't win." "I can't back down from it. The deal is already official. I'll just pay up I guess." Jake stated and handed Cole a voucher.

He was being paranoid and sweet as usual. Brooke nodded. “We shouldn’t try to change the terms too much, though. None of our competitors have found out about it yet, but once they do, it’ll be nearly impossible to stay ahead as they would go any mile to snatch the contract from us.” I nodded. “Hey ladies.” A male voice called. I looked to see the Jake guy that rode in the elevator with me earlier today walking towards us, a big smile on his face. “Hey, Miss Waters. How’s it going?” He stopped in front of me, his sparkly eyes lit up by his smile.

It was a contract. "Five million," I said, my voice steady. "And I get total control over the medical narrative. If I say you’re resting, you’re resting. No arguments." Jake stood up, offering his hand across the table. His grip was firm, hot, and felt like a promise of things to come. "Deal," he said. I took his hand, my eyes locked on his. I could see the victory in his eyes, the relief. He thought he had just bought his salvation. He had no idea he had just signed the warrant for his own destruction.

"There's no need to go through so much trouble. How would I not believe you? I will directly fly over to the crew and sign it on the spot." "No, no, please don't. For something so big, it will be better to settle it properly. After you and your manager take a look at the contract and think that it's all fine, you can sign it then. Don't come all the way here only to realize that there's a problem with the contract and then refuse to shoot," Jake said with a slight helpless taunting.

"I can't stay out for too long!" "No way! You're already so infatuated with your wife?" Jacob's voice sounded teasing. Zuko's tone turned sharp. "Are you asking for a beating?" Jacob laughed even more brightly, but he stopped after a while. "Alright, alright... I won't joke with you anymore," Jacob said seriously. "I just wanted to let you know that you must keep the original copy of this contract safe. I took a look at it just now, and there are indeed some oppressive clauses that can serve as evidence."

He groaned and dropped his head on the desk before him. "What's up, youngan? Something eating at you?" Bob, a fit guy in his late fifties sat down, crossing his leg over the other and staring at Jake. He wasn't getting out of the counseling session that just landed in front of him. "Just this girl." "Just this girl? What girl? What happened? The blond from Texas again?" "No. It's a new girl." "Well praise the Lord! Hallelujah for that! I didn't think you'd ever get over old what's her name."

“But I will tell you something. This stupid relationship contract the Studio wants us to play out is ending as of now. I’m taking exception to this, and we’ll do this our way. We’ll marry again, but we aren’t playing this for the public. It’s between us, and the public can catch up later.” “We signed contracts, Jake.” Josalyn said. She protested his angry outburst. “Screw the contracts. There’s nothing that says you must die for them. I’m not risking your health, welfare, or your life for a contract. They’ll get their wedding; they just won’t get all this stupid drama. I don’t want to be a widower before I’m your husband again.” Jake said. His complaints didn’t help her mushy heart. The medi