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Mr Sinclair's Mistress 15. Own It
Rosalie I always assumed the hangover part of too much alcohol was exaggerated sometimes, but right now as I lay in this overly comfy bed - that's definitely too soft to be mine, I want to strangle the source of that noise that's filling my ears. "What the bloody hell is that crap!" I murmur to myself trying to make out the source with my hands. I grab one of the pillows and place it over my head and I don't miss the sharp, delicious scent of new cologne that fills my nose. I use one hand to hold it in place and the other to search around for my phone. It took a minute, but the noise finally registered first among other things. That horrible noise is my phone.I find the phone on the other side of the bed and I bring it to my ears after answering the call. "Hello," I grumble. I don't care if I sound rude or sleepy the person should know better for interrupting my sleep so early in the morning."Hello, Rosalie!" The voice calls out. This person sounds too chirpy this morning.
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 16- Little Fighter
Nicholas There was a new word I was starting to associate with everything Rosalie Maxwell.Fighter.I noticed how much the entire situation with Natalie seemed to annoy her. In all honesty, I had no intention of calling her to my office at that time. Natalie had showed up at my office uninvited after I left home earlier than usual that day to avoid her. Our monthly honeymoon was coming up and I had already cancelled on her last two months. I knew it was only a matter of time before she got tired of Birkin and Louboutin's compensations and demanded her honeymoon. The monthly honeymoon was the deal we made in exchange for a secret wedding and marriage. What the fuck is a monthly honeymoon?She wanted to get another deal when my lawyer brought up the prenup, but she realized that was non-negotiable. I was surprised when she accepted it without a fuss. Natalie came over to the office that morning, and started talking about venues that we should visit for our honeymoon. As usual, I w
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 17. The Outing
Rosalie "Are you a pushover, Rosalie?" Mr Sinclair's words have been ringing in my head since I got home from work.Who even asks anyone that sort of question anyway?I didn't consider myself a pushover. Just because I didn't talk back or argue with people during certain situations, doesn't make me a pushover.It irked me how much he had been pushing me lately and I hated that I let it get to me. The sudden change started the morning after I stayed over at his house, it was as if he was hell-bent on making me disrespect him. Was that his plan? Did he want to push me till I snapped and said something unforgivable and then he'd fire me? Was all this pushing simply a way out? Oh, God! I hate how he's able to turn me into this overthinking person.I hate thinking about things I have no control over. Just like the so-called outing we had. He had intentionally refrained from giving me details despite the numerous text messages I sent to him asking what sort of outing we were attending.Pa
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 18- The Exhibition
Nicholas Fuck me! Fuck fucking hell! I'm fucked. Utterly and completely fucked. I stopped my car at the entrance of the event. I noticed the valet coming around to open the door and take the keys for me, but he wouldn't be able to. I locked the doors. Every time I snuck a glance at Rosalie, I had it in me to turn around my car around and just go back to our hotel room.Hell, I'd even take her home if it means other men don't get to see her in this dress."Is there a problem, sir." Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I summon the courage to finally look at her since I picked her up tonight.And fucking hell. The dress accentuates all her curves, it's revealing in the right places and I can picture that slit showing off her gorgeous legs every time she walks. Focus, Nicholas. "You’ll be my date to this exhibition,” I inform her, my eyes roaming over her. “You know the drill. Keep every one of those fucking airheaded socialites away from me and steer me toward everyone we must n
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 19. Hot And Cold
Nicholas Zane Wyatt's hand dips a little lower until his fingertips are brushing right over her ass, and he pulls her flush against him. I expected her to push away from him, but she smiles up at him.For a moment, thoughts of the two of them flash through my mind. His lips on hers, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rises to her tiptoes… his hands roaming over her body, feeling every single one of those irresistible curves, her eyes filling with lust. Each thought torments me further until I can barely stand it.I grit my teeth and take a step away from my grandmother. “Excuse me,” I tell someone in front of me before they make way and I step past, barely able to restrain my anger.Rosalie’s eyes meet mine before I reach her, and that beautiful smile melts right off her face. Why is it that she’s always so expressionless around me when she laughs like that around assholes like Zane?When she's around me she's all innocent and quiet. Is all that an act?I grit my teeth and reach for
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 20. Realization
Rosalie Nicholas holds my hand tightly as we deviate from the candlelit path that connects the exhibit and fundraiser venues. I noticed how he seemed angry, but I’m uncertain why. Is it because I was distracted for a bit? He brought me here to network and shield him, but instead of that, I’ve been sipping wine and dancing, when I know how he feels about unprofessionalism — no matter how momentarily.I gasp when my heels sink into the grass, and Nicholas looks back over his shoulder, his gaze dark as he lets go of my hand. “Struggling?” he asks, his voice soft despite the anger flashing through his eyes. His sudden mood change surprises me a bit. Before I even have a chance to reply, he leans in, startling me. He wraps one arm behind my back and the other behind my knees as he lifts me into his arms with ease. “Nicholas,” I murmur, my tone betraying my surprise. “What are you doing?”He tightens his grip on me until he’s got my head resting against his shoulder, my lips brushing
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 21. Apologies
Rosalie “Rosie?”I look up at the sound of my grandma's voice and find her standing in the doorway of my bedroom. “Grams? What are you doing here?”Her eyes roam over my face, a hint of concern in them. “I rang the doorbell twice, but you didn’t hear me, eh? I was worried about you, so I came to take a look. You haven’t come home to visit in a while.”I rise to my feet and grab her hands, noting how cold they are. “How did you get here?”She smiles at me. “I took the bus and walked. I called you a few times earlier, but you didn’t pick up. I had a bad feeling, so I used the code on your fancy door lock.” I smile noting how I used to hate getting that thing because of how much it cost. But now that's probably the best decision I made since I started living here. Took a lot of convincing and a lot of neighborhood break-ins but I caved in and installed one.I lift our joined hands to my face and warm her hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry, grandma. I’ve just been busy with work. I should’
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 22. Damage
Nicholas Rosalie isn’t at her desk when I walk into the office, and I check my pocket watch, my head throbbing. It’s nine in the morning, so she’s likely in a meeting by now.I run a hand through my hair, the weekend’s events running through my mind. I fucked up. I never should’ve said any of that shit to her, and I certainly shouldn’t have touched her. I’m neither impulsive nor emotional yet seeing her with Zane Wyatt pissed me off beyond reason. I wasn’t thinking clearly at all. All I could think about was making her mine before he ever even had a chance with her. It was irrational and so unlike me that even I can’t figure out why I acted that way.I hated that I was acting out this way. The sex was amazing, but I don't think it warrants me acting like this every time I see her with another man who isn't me.True remorse fucking guts me when I see the pink sticky note on my desk, two tablets on top of it, and a glass of water beside it. For your inevitable hangover, it reads.
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