Nicholas I lean back in my chair, my eyes on Rosalie through the glass walls that surround my office. Fragments of last night flash through my mind as my head throbs painfully. I can’t remember the last time I got truly wasted. I hate losing control, yet that’s exactly what I did last night.What the fuck did I do? What the fuck was I thinking? It’s all fucking Maverick and Ares’s fault. They should’ve kept me at poker night, but instead, they filled my head with thoughts about Rosalie and some other man that she’d end up marrying. The fuckers even called me a driver to take me to her place. They should’ve known better, and the same goes for me. My brothers know about the agreement I made with her, although they don't agree with my methods and the entire situation, they're just happy to be involved because we never hide anything from each other.Rosalie has been acting normal all morning, and she even handed me some paracetamol and water with one of those annoying smiles on her
Rosalie Did I choose wrong? Am I stupid for saying yes to him again? That's all I could think of this past week. I kept asking myself these questions repeatedly until I finally gave in. I told myself I was thinking.I told myself it was what I had to do to erase my earlier mistake. In the same way, I told myself that signing that damn contract was the only way to keep my family safe and also earn more money. When I was just agreeing to become a married rich man's whore.And now here I am. "So which is it gonna be?" Anna asks showing me two different gowns. I had gotten them earlier this month after Nicholas sent me the money I asked for in the agreement. He even sent more than we agreed. I decided to spoil myself for once and go shopping.I smiled to myself when I thought of the money I had been saving for the house. I'm so close to getting the complete amount. Pride swells in my chest, it may have taken almost two years to come up with that money -- despite all the expenses from
Nicholas I looked at the watch on my wrist to check the time for the hundredth time again since I got here. After Rosalie called me and agreed to give me one more chance, the first thing I wanted to do was take her out on a date. And I know it's unwise, seeing as I'm married and most of the time I'm the focus of the paparazzi's lens. I've become perfectly fine and used to the stories they may fabricate or pictures they will misinterpret, but I have no idea how it will affect Rosalie. And I have no interest in throwing her into that limelight. Which is why I rented out the entire restaurant. I'd offered to pick her up by eight pm. It's currently eight forty-five and Rosalie is nowhere to be found. The manager has come here twice to ask if the wine is up to my taste and to call for him if I need anything. We both know he just feels sorry for me having to sit here all by myself.I look out the window and see a car driving into the car park. Seconds later Rosalie alights from t
Nicholas I do not like to be threatened. That's one thing I detest more than anything. Threatening me only irritates me, but being threatened by a faceless nobody who chooses to hide behind their phone... just annoys me more.After Rosalie and I had dinner, I still find it surprising how we were able to finish that very awkward and quiet dinner. If not for the random thank you's I got from Rosalie after I helped her refill her glass of wine or I passed her something that was far away.I parked in front of her house and I noticed her lights were on. Is she living with someone? A guy? I try not to think too much about it and focus on the fact that she agreed to give me another chance. "Thank you for giving me a ride home.""It's nothing. I'm glad we could do this." I tell her, "And thank you for sparing me some of your time."She chuckled, "You're welcome. I uh, I have to go." She points at her door and then unbuckles her seat belt."Yeah, sure." I rush out of the car and speed wal
Nicholas Rosalie walks into my office looking amazing as always. There's a file in her hand as she makes her way to my desk."Good morning, sir." She gives me a brief smile before placing the file on my table. "I've compiled a list of eligible people that can take over after I leave."My brows furrow, "After you leave? What do you mean after you leave?""I quit, remember?" She gives me a look.Of course, I remember! It was the worst day of my life. "Yeah, I remember. I mean, you agreed to give me a second chance so I-"You thought taking me to dinner and asking for two days every week to do more of that would keep me here as your secretary? So that's what the whole second chance is about?" Rosalie's expression falls and I almost kick myself in the ankle for messing up again. "God, how could I have been so foolish!" She dumbs the file on my table, turns around, and walks out immediately. She doesn't stop or answer when I call her.I follow after her and go into her office without k
Rosalie “I didn’t think you’d ever say yes,” Zane says, snapping me out of my thoughts. What’s wrong with me? From the moment we sat down, all I’ve done is think about Nicholas.I was surprised when he asked for another chance to earn my forgiveness. At first, I was convinced he only felt bad because I'm good at my job. The way he acted when he first heard about me going on a date surprised me, but he was quiet the rest of the day. Perhaps he was just caught off-guard, and he didn’t care nearly as much as I thought he did. That should make me feel far more relieved than it does, and it should not be filling me with dull disappointment.Zane picked me up at the office, and I was so certain Nicholas would do or say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he merely glanced at us from his office before refocusing on his work, as though he couldn’t care less.“Why wouldn’t I?”Zane smirks and leans in. “You don’t know what everyone in the media business calls you, do you?”I chuckle and rest my
Rosalie Who would have ever thought, in a thousand years that I'd be sitting at the park and having a picnic with my boss?Not me.It's getting late, and the park is almost empty. Although, It's not as if we showed up early either. Ever since Nicholas told me he liked me, three days ago I have been avoiding him. I know it was unprofessional and cowardly of me but I couldn't care less. The man I'd spent so long crushing on was now giving me the attention I once craved immensely. And all it took was for me to quit my job.It feels surreal."No, Natalia isn't in love with me. Besides we both know the only reason we're married was just because my grandfather wanted to help out his friend. If we're been honest we both know she's more in love with my black card and the endless shopping sprees." Nicholas says explaining his marital situation.My expression saddens me, "Why would your grandfather do that to you? Forcing you into a loveless marriage? That's mean." The words are out of my
Rosalie I smile as I lean back in my desk chair and scroll through the photos I took with Grams. I’ve been going to see her every other day after work, and she seems to be doing so much better. Her new nurses are kind and incredibly professional, going as far as sending me hourly updates about her. It’s such a relief to know that she’s in good hands. I owe it all to Nicholas and his team. He provided a team of nurses to take care of Gram. We've been spending as much time as we can together, and he always makes sure to ask about her. Apparently, he and Grams seem to have talked the day he crashed my date. I wonder how he was able to know all those things about me. Well, apart from the sudoku part. Anyone can tell that. He told me he called Grams and told her how he felt about me. She told him about my hobbies. And now because of Grams, he knows I refer to him as the Devil himself.I smirk and bite down on my lip as my thoughts turn to him. He truly seems to be trying his best to b