Rosalie
"Rosalie, send the minutes from the last meeting to my email." My boss's voice fills my office through the small communication device he installed here. It's only connected to my office. So, I'm the only one that can hear him.Which is a bad thing sometimes.Mr Sinclair looks up in surprise when I walk in, a frown marring his handsome face as his gaze roams over my attire. I look down at myself, taking in the skirt and long-sleeved blouse I’m wearing, embarrassment rendering me speechless for a moment. I can count the times I’ve been around him in my usual work clothing on one hand. I never compromise on my professionalism, and neither does he.I still remember the warning he gave me when we first started working together. He told me to never walk into his office wearing anything I couldn’t attend a board meeting in, and until today, I never have.I cleared my throat and cleaned my sweaty palm on my skirt, "Mr Sinclair, I brought the minutes you asked for." His hard gaze remains on my face and I want to cower and hide from it.I make sure to avoid eye contact with him. I can feel his eyes glaring holes into my skin, intimidating me.He hesitates for a moment, and then he nods, before motioning me forward with his hands. He takes the file from me and opens it, reading the contents. I stand there in silence and take a minute to study him. He’s irritatingly handsome, with that strong jaw, that straight nose, and his thick dark hair. His good looks don’t make up for his complete lack of personality, though. I can’t even imagine him acting affectionate. Does he even know how to smile, or have his facial muscles completely atrophied due to lack of use? In all the years I've worked with Mr Sinclair, I don't think he has ever smiled at me or regarded me in any other manner."What other manner would he regard you in?" My subconscious retorts rudely."Why didn't you just send it to my e-mail?" He asks and I stare at him feeling uneasy."I-I was just compiling the digital minutes to send it to you when you asked for it," I explain, making sure I do my best not to stutter.I always seem to lose the ability to be fluent in speech any time I'm communicating with my boss."Hm," he lets out a low grunt. "Fine. Make sure I have that file in my e-mail before the end of the day." He tells me and I nod in agreement."Yes, sir." I mentally remind myself to drop every other work and focus on compiling that file. I move to pick the file up from his table but after I see how close it is to him, I think against it and walk towards the door."And where do you think you're going, Rosalie?" he asks, his tone as emotionless as it always is. We’ve been working together for years, yet he still calls me by my full name. I’m Rosie to everyone but him. From the very start, he’s made it clear that he dislikes me and that he intends to keep me at a distance.That's the only explanation I can give for how he treats me.I've seen how he acts and talks with the other employees and he's never this cold or rude towards them, except me."I was going to continue working on the minutes you asked for, sir," I tell him, hoping my voice doesn't betray me."I never gave you permission to leave." He relaxes in his chair and keeps his eyes on me.Permission?"I'm sorry, sir. I-I had no idea." I tell him honestly."You're my assistant, you work for me and I pay you. So, that means you're obligated to obey me whenever we're at work," He says."Yes, Mr Sinclair. I apologize." I can't lose this job, it's the only thing that has been keeping me and my family afloat.Since Mum and Dad lost their jobs and the store started failing, my job as an assistant to the CEO of Sinclair Enterprise is the only thing helping my family and me survive. Each of the Sinclair siblings handles different areas of the Sinclair conglomerate. Between them, they handle finance, media and PR, hotels, motor vehicles and tech, real estate, and some foreign holdings.They’re all industries the Sinclairs have entered in the last fifty years, under their grandfather’s guidance. They've been tremendously successful, but it’s the Finance industry they entered first. It’s Sinclair Finance, and The Sinclair Bank, that they’re best known for. And the bank along with the hotels and real estate is being controlled by my boss, Mr Nicholas Sinclair.That's how big and powerful his family name is."Have a seat." He commands and nods at the empty seat in front of him."Thank you, sir. I'm fine standing." I mutter weakly."Don't make me repeat myself, Rosalie." He pushes his seat back, walks to the makeshift bar in the corner of his office, and pours himself a glass of bourbon."I assure you there's no need, sir. I-I have to go finish my work soon anyway." I mumble.He starts walking towards me and the marbled floor suddenly becomes an interesting sight for me. I keep my eyes on the floor, making sure to avoid any contact with him. The part of the bare floor I was just looking at is suddenly replaced with two black shiny shoes.I jerk backward unable to control my surprise and my reaction to being this close to him. I lift my head slowly and my breath gets lodged in my throat. My pulse leaped in my throat. Up close, he was so beautiful it almost hurt to face him straight on. Thick black hair brushed his forehead, framing features straight out of the classic Hollywood era.Chiseled cheekbones sloped down to a square jaw and sculpted lips, while deep brown eyes glinted behind glasses that only heightened his appeal.Without them, his attractiveness would’ve been cold, almost intimidating in its perfection, but with them currently occupying his face, he was approachable. Human."Do I make you nervous, Rosalie?" Mr Sinclair asks"N-no, sir," I mutter weakly. I seem to be doing that an awful lot around him.He smirks, his eyes graze over my face and stop on my lips before he chuckles and steps back, looking away.He's silent for up to a minute, and I make sure to keep my eyes down, completely avoiding his intimidating gaze. "Go and get your work done." He tells me, "You may leave." He adds, dismissing me.Rosalie"Grandma! That's a naughty thing to say." I laugh along with my grandmother at something she said.She smiles at me. “I'm not a child, Rosie. I may be old but I used to get it down too when I was around your age." She winks at me and I can't help but erupt into another fit of laughter. I don't think I want to ever hear my grandmother use the term 'getting it down' again. I lift our joined hands to my face and warm her hand on my cheek.Her touch has always felt like home. I've always been at my happiest when I'm around my grandmother."Oh, Lord! Grandma." I throw my head back, laughing loudly. My laugh fills the silence in the house, reminding me that Grams and I were alone tonight, as usual.She shoots me a knowing look. “What happened, Sweet Rosie? Why have you been so upset lately? It’s been a few weeks now, and you haven’t been yourself.""Upset? I'm not upset, Grams. I'm fine," I lie. "Don't worry about me." She places her hands on mine, "Don't lie to me, child. I know yo
Rosalie "Rosie?”I look up, surprised to find David Muller, one of our fund managers, standing by my desk. “I’m sorry,” I tell him. “I was lost in thought and didn’t notice you standing there. God, I’m so sorry. What can I do for you?”He smiles at me sweetly and shakes his head. It’s clear he’s been standing here a while, but I didn’t even notice him. I need to pull myself together.“There was an error in the report I sent you, so I printed a new copy for you ahead of the meeting. I hope I’m in time?”I glance at my watch and nod. “We have about forty minutes left. I can’t thank you enough for catching and correcting that so swiftly.”He shakes his head bashfully. “I never should have made a mistake in the first place. If the boss caught it, my job would’ve been at risk. You know what he’s like.” I do know what it's like, but I refrain from telling him that not only his job would have been at risk, but mine too. With how much, Mr Sinclair detests me, I'm surprised he hasn't fired m
Nicolas Sinclair I stare at my phone, willing myself to reply to Natalia’s messages and failing to. I should have been putting some effort into getting to improve my marriage with my wife, but instead, I ignored her for a week straight until she showed up at my office.Three years ago, I could not see myself marrying her, but I had no choice. One way or another, I’ll have to learn to live with her. I sigh and run a hand through my hair, my thoughts turning back to last night.Sitting through that dinner with Natalia was much harder than I expected it to be. All night, all she talked about was fashion shows and holidays she wanted to go on. She was somewhat concerned about what our fourth yearly honeymoon would be like, and whether it’d be extravagant enough for her tastes, but she was never remotely interested in what a marriage between us would look like.But then again, neither was I.The idea for a yearly honeymoon was hers, I don't even know what that means. But I've gone along wi
Rosalie As I took the slow intentional steps towards my office, with my heart in my throat and my palms clammy from nervousness. I hope to God that Mr Sinclair showed up later than usual or didn't even come to work today at all.I haven't seen him since he helped with the search for Grams. I was so scared when I heard she went missing. I remember going home and searching for hours on end. My mind kept straying to places I couldn't accept.What if something happened to her? What if she slipped and fell... No, Rosalie! All these thoughts became much worse when my mother told me that Grams was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, and said it was my fault she went missing. And she was right. If only I had just taken up a second job or used the money I've been saving up for a house, I should have been able to scrap up a fair amount to pay for a retirement home for Grams.I was so fucking scared of losing her that I didn't realize how much keeping her home could have been worse.I got a bigger kick
Rosalie It's been a week since I signed my life away to the devil. Literally.After I signed the contract, I assumed Mr. Sinclair would demand my presence immediately but he's been radio silent for a week. Even at work, he doesn't acknowledge the contract or the contents of it. He is as professional as ever and it's driving me mad. The way he has been acting has made me begin to think that the entire thing was a scenario I made up in my head.I mean why would my boss ask me to be his Mistress? It would have been so much better if this was the handiwork of my crazy imagination, but the two-page contract occupying more space than expected in my handbag said otherwise.I had sent him an email about the STD test I took. It's not like I needed to take one anyway, I'd never had sex before.It's not like I didn't want to have sex or it didn't interest me, I guess I've just been too busy taking care of everyone to consider any sort of sexual relationship.And now there's a high chance that
Rosalie It's currently six-thirty p.m. I got to my parents' home around five p.m. and had a late dinner with Gran because she refused to eat unless I was there. After dinner, I cleared out the dishes before preparing to go to my house."Rosalie!" My father's loud voice calls out to me. I rinse my hand and go to the parlor where he must be. "Where the bloody hell is it?" I hear him murmuring before I turn the corner and see my father searching for my handbag."Dad, what's the meaning of this? What are you doing?" I snatch the bag from the table and out of his reach.He gives me an outstretched palm, "I-I need some money, Rosie. Give me money." He staggers a little before getting his balance. He's drunk. Nothing new here I guess."I don't have any cash on me. The last one I had is what I used to buy Gran some dinner on my way home.""Liar! Give me some money or I'll sell the fucking shop," he tells angrily before tossing the table across the room.My heart breaks, "Dad I don't have any
Rosalie "Take the rest off," Nicolas commands referring to my blouse. I reach for the hem of my blouse before pulling it over my head. A sharp inhale of breath leaves his mouth when I'm standing in front of him in just my underwear and heels.The way his eyes rake my body makes me self-conscious and I slowly wrap my arm around myself covering my body from his preying eyes."Don't," He warns. "Drop your hands." He comes closer till there's only a mere inch separating us. "You're fucking perfect." He exclaims breathily before claiming my mouth with his. The first few seconds of the kiss are rough. It's a battle for dominance as he bites my lower lip so I can give his tongue entry. I finally give in and kiss him, taking what I’ve been wanting all along.Nicholas groans and fists my hair, his touch rough as he forces my lips open, deepening our kiss. His hands roam over my body with such urgency that he’s almost got me believing that this is more than just simple lust.“Fuck, Rosalie,” he
Nicholas I've always thrived on control. All my life, since I can remember I've wanted certain things to go the way I want them. If it's in my power and I want it, then it's happening.Which is why Rosalie Maxwell has spent the last two nights in my bed with my cock buried deep inside her. When I asked Rosalie to become my mistress in exchange for my help, I knew she'd do it. I had no idea why I was so desperate to have her sexually, all I knew was I could no longer deny the sudden sexual attraction that had sprouted for her. It was within my control so I decided to do something about it.I know I'm an asshole for manipulating her into signing the contract but I got what I wanted and that's all that matters to me. My mind travels to our first night together, I assumed Rosalie wasn't a virgin I had no idea why I did. She solidified that assumption after I got a copy of her STDS test in my email. And now that I think of it, I'm sure she only sent it because I asked.We never had any co