Would You Like To Sign The Contract Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"The debtor and loaner will not enjoy the benefits of a conventional marriage. There will be no physical interactions of any sort and the topic of intimacy shall be a line that should never be crossed" His eyes stay glued to my face when I finish. He almost looks like he's contemplating things but finally, he leans forward, a small smile on his lips. "Noted". There's a slyness about his expression that I don't like but before I can say anything else, he drums his fingers onto the paper on the table. "Now sign the contract please". I take the pen and stamp my signature onto the paper, a small grimace on my face. When I'm done, he takes the pen from me and signs on the paper too.

He slid some papers across the table to my side and then placed a pen alongside. “Flip through and sign the designated areas.” He instructed, relaxing back into his seat. My heart was thumping so hard that I could almost feel it about to burst out of my ribcage. I didn’t even bother reading through the contract—was there a need to? I just lightly skimmed across a few lines. I hurriedly scribbled my signature on each page, filled with overwhelming clauses and whatnot. At least, my safety was guaranteed as long as I stuck with Quinn.

he asked curiously, leaning forward slightly. "Nothing, Boss. I just said I will sign the contract right now. Here it is. Even without reading every single page, I will sign it," I replied hastily as I took the pen directly from his hand. I signed my name across the dotted line without any hesitation, a move that made Mr. Arthur instantly smirk. "You are truly one of a kind, Miss Gie. You might be the only woman I have ever met who signs legal papers without reading them first. Do you actually know what is written in that contract?" he asked, his voice sounding like an open challenge.

She held an a manila folder, I could already guess what that was. “Here, the contract. You both just need to sign.” She said, handing over the document to Helion. He took it from her, and scanned through it, shaking his head in agreement. Then he bit his thumb and let his blood drop on the sign space. He walked over to me and stretched out the thick papers. “Your turn” He said, but I scoffed. “I already told you, I won’t sign that.” “I do not have all day, Amelia. Sign it.” He said, but I stood my ground. Giving him no response.

"But what if i get sick on the job Chloe?" "Ella, let's not think about that for now, okay?just focus on getting the job." Chloe said handing me back the papers. "Now i have to go back to work, will talk to you after so you can fill me in on who the mystery boss is." "You do know of i sign the contract i can't tell you who it is right?" "Am your best friend the contract doesn't count, now i will seee you later. Love you." Chloe tiptoes out of the room and leaves me still looking at the contract. I pick up the pen and sign it hoping i don't get a boss from hell.

I was about to choke on my words. "Yes, My slave! If you are ready to accept this condition then I am willing to sign the contract with you. Think about it, Take your time after all it is about your pack and people," He gave me the time and choice but I knew I didn't have one in this situation. My palms turn sweaty when I think about it but I have no other way but to sign the deal. "I-i am ready to sign the contract," I answered and got up from my seat. I was about to stand up but his hand stopped me and I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

now I was the one laughing it. “So, would you be ready to sign it?” “I would like to see the contract first.” I crossed my arms around my chest and lifting my right eyebrow, I stared into him. A short sigh left his lips like a cunami in the middle of the ocean, for no reason. “Yes, of course.” While I looked at the bar, through the darkness of this room to see what Brett was doing, surprisingly the contract appeared on the table. I don’t know how he did it, maybe he was keeping it ready just in case he knew I’d say yes.

I managed a weak smile, though my heart pounded against my ribs. Chris chuckled, setting the document down on the table. “Tell me about it. Meetings, calls, negotiations—it’s exhausting, isn’t it?” I nodded absently, my gaze darting back to the document. The signature line at the bottom bore Rebecca’s handwriting. I needed answers. Clearing my throat, I asked casually, “So… is that contract final?” “Not quite,” Chris replied, leaning forward. “Their president has already signed it, but my signature is still pending. It’s a generous offer, no doubt, but I wanted to hear what you have to say first.”

A black folder slid into the seat between us. My heart began to pound faster. This was it. The contract. Even though I knew this was coming, seeing it made my stomach tighten. I was really doing this. I stared at it for a second before picking it up and flipping through the first pages. Everything about what we were about to do was spelled out in black ink. Lifting my gaze, I said to Maverick. “So, we’re really doing this?” Maverick leaned back against the seat, appearing unimpressed. “Do you want out? You haven’t signed it yet. It’s not too late to back out.”

“And my parents will be signing too, so it’s official on all sides.” “Fine,” I say quickly, eager to get it over with. I stride to the side table, flipping through the contract with brisk efficiency. The paper is thick beneath my fingertips, the ink crisp and final. My hand moves on autopilot, scrawling my initials beside every amendment without bothering to read them. Don’t think about it. If I pause for even a second, I might start to feel everything I’ve been working so hard to ignore. Just as I reach the final page, Armani moves beside me.