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 to the gut after she got home and I asked her where she went to.I walk into the house and pause in the doorway, my eyes finding Grams. She’s sitting on the sofa, surrounded by medical professionals, a frown on her face. It’s clear that she doesn’t fully understand what’s going on, and it worries me.I walk up to her and kneel in front of her, my hands wrapping over hers. “Where did you go?” I ask, my voice breaking. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”“Mariah,” she reprimands me. “I’ve told you so many times I went for a walk. Stop asking me,” she snaps.My heart dropped when she yanked her hands out of mine. She didn’t recognize me. Tears started to gather in my eyes, and I inhaled sharply.The thought of it now makes my chest hurt. The sound of a door closing nearby makes me realize I've been holding my door handle and glaring at it. For how long have I been zoned out?I looked around and opened my door after I made sure no one was watching me. I stare at the glass separating mine and Mr. Sinclair's office, as if I'll magically be able to tell if he's inside.That's the annoying part about this stupid one-way glass. He can see me but I can't see him. I take the fact that since my substitute assistant isn't here that means Mr. Sinclair wasn't in the office. I checked the time and released a sigh of relief when I saw that it was eleven a.m.I visibly relax before sitting in my chair. I don't think I can face him after everything that happened yesterday."I want you to become my mistress.""How much does your grandmother mean to you?"Chill ran across my skin as I recalled the conversation that led me to sign a deal with the devil.I didn't care if he helped me find Grams. I'm grateful for that, but there's no way I'd let him use my love for her and trick me into becoming his mistress.Who even does that any more? Thankfully, that side of him that I witnessed, managed to kill a small percentage of the crush I harbored for him. I hated that my body still had to react to him in a way.When I see him I'll let him know that I have no intentions of becoming his mistress. But for the meantime, I'll do my job and continue to avoid him till I'm mentally --"Miss Maxwell, step into my office please," my body freezes as the sound of Mr. Sinclair's voice carries over the small device he usually uses to summon me.Oh, bloody hell! Has he been inside all this while?Just watching me.I'm frozen in my seat for almost three minutes, "Miss Maxwell?" I dart out of my chair and out the door before my name is fully out of his mouth.Knock knock"Come in," he tells me from the other side of his door.After I step in I see he's standing by his makeshift bar nursing a glass of whiskey. His dark hair looks tousled from running his fingers through it one too many times. "You wanted to see me, sir?" I close the door behind me."Why are you avoiding me, Rosalie?" He asks, going straight to the point.Okay, Rosalie. Be calm. "I have not been avoiding you, sir.""Really? Because if I remember correctly we had an agreement right here in this office, you went home and since then you haven't replied to any of my emails.""I apologize. I had a lot of things to take care of." I tell him"Hmm," he nods and then takes a long sip of his drink walks to his table, and takes his seat. His gaze fleets to mine briefly he points to the empty chair in front. "Have a seat, Rosalie."He has said my name more times since I stepped into his office than he has since I started working here.I take the chair and wait for whatever he has to tell me. "Sir, I really appreciate the role you played in finding my grandmother, thank you." He pays no heed to my appreciation and continues to dig around for something in his drawer. "But I'm afraid I can't agree to the deal you gave. I'm still open to working extra to repay the favor but I don't think I can become your-" I'm cut off when a small book is passed across the table to me."Sign the papers, Rosalie," he says referring to the contract in front of me."What's this?" I ask, refusing to touch the paper or read the content."See for yourself."I pull the booklet closer to me and read the heading that states "CONTRACTUAL AGREEMENT BETWEEN ROSALIE MAXWELL AND NICOLAS SINCLAIR." I skim over the pages as carefully as I can my eyes widening at every instance of the darn contract.This wasn't a contract it's bloody ownership! I place the paper on the table, and despite my rising anger, I calm myself. I remind myself that he is my boss and I can lose this job if care isn't taken.I cleared my throat and summoned the audacity I needed. "Sir, I can't sign this contract.""And why not?" He asks haughtily.God, why does he have to be so fine even when he's been a major pain in the ass?"I-It's..." I searched for the right word, "Extreme. I'm selling myself to you if I sign this. And last time I checked you're married so this isn't right."His haw hardens with a scowl, "Did you read the contract?""Yes, Sir.""Then you remember there's a clause that states you're of no accord to mention my private life during the tenure of our agreement. Sign the darn papers, Miss Maxwell. We both have jobs to get back to."He's not even giving me a choice, "I-I am sorry, sir. But I can't, I'll do anything else."Mr Sinclair chuckles as he gets out of his chair and walks to where I'm seated. His mouth hovers close to my ear. "You remember how fast I found your grandmother? How fast do you think I can make something disappear to get what I want?" Hot breath fans my cheek and my eyes widen from the shock of his threat. "Sign the darn papers, Miss Maxwell or I won't ask again."A tear rolls down my cheek but I quickly clean it away. I scroll through the contract again gently rereading each clause and then pinching myself after to make sure it was real.The cereal I had for breakfast churned in my stomach as I remembered certain clauses in the contract that stood out to me.Rosalie Maxwell must be on birth control during the time of the arrangement.Both parties must provide a recent STD test.Rosalie Maxwell is under no account allowed to fall in love with Mr. Sinclair. The agreement is purely sexual.Rosalie Maxwell is not allowed to mention their arrangement to anyone else.Rosalie Maxwell is to be available when Mr. Sinclair calls. And is also obligated to escort him to any gala when he asks.I've read my name more than twenty times in this contract it's starting to feel like it's not my name."What's it gonna be, Miss Maxwell?""If I sign this, I'm agreeing to become your... whore.""Call it whatever you want. It's either that, or you lose your job and I make life a living hell for you. Choose wisely, Rosalie. Either way, I always make sure I get what I want."My heart beats rapidly as I picture the scenario of being jobless. My family won't survive it, and with the way he's looking at me on sure he knows our predicament. He doesn't care as far as he gets what he wants.And what he wants is me beneath him whenever he wishes.Mr Sinclair is a very wicked man.I pick up the pen and watch as it hovers over the paper, "Think of your family, Rosalie." He taunts."That's all I ever do!" Is what I want to scream but I don't. "If I'm going to sign this I want to add a clause of mine to the contract too." I stare at him, my gaze unwavering."Which is?" He asks."I want a monthly allowance of fifty thousand dollars. This contract is all about what you're getting. If I'm doing this I want something out of it." I don't know where the courage came from but I was going to use it while I can.He stares at me silently for a minute, and I brace myself to hear him decline. "Agreed." He says, shocking me."W-what? Really?" I stutter.He pulls the contract to him and then writes something on it before sliding it back to me. "Yes, now sign the goddamn contract."I read the new clause he added - my clause and my pen came down on the paper as I added my signature to it.Is this what finalizing a deal with the devil feels like?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
Rosalie "Hi, Grams!" I exclaim excitedly once I see her sitting in her favorite rocking chair."Rosalie, my darling. I've missed you. You haven't come to see me in days," she tells me and a hint of guilt makes my chest tighten.I've been really busy these past couple of days with work and... other things. There's a new contract that Mr. Sinclair is trying to acquire so it's been a stressful couple of days and nights for me. "I'm sorry, Grams. I've been busy at work, but I brought you your favorite burger to make up for it." I tell her happily before kissing her cheek and taking a seat beside her.I turn the fan on and I'm happy to see that the electricity isn't out anymore. I almost forgot to pay the bill because I've been too caught up with work during the day and then attending to Mr. Sinclair later at night. I've been meeting up with him every day for this week and it has always been the same. We have sex and then I leave, doesn't matter what time it is. He never objects, but he h
RosalieNicholas 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 jeans and t-shirt I’m wearing, embarrassment rendering me speechless for a moment. I can count the times I’ve been around him in casual clothing on one hand. I never compromise on my professionalism, and neither does he.He crosses his arms and leans back in his seat, his eyes on mine. There’s something captivating about Nicholas Sinclair. He has this habit of making women feel like they have his full attention, and I’m not immune to it either, despite my best attempts to resist him."Rosalie, good evening.""Good evening, sir." I hope my tone doesn't expose my lack of confidence and the fact I'd been crying on my way here. "I had no idea anyone was here tonight," I add."Yeah, I couldn't sleep so I decided to come here and get some work done.""Oh, yeah me too." There's a short awkward silence, "I'll be in my office." I tell him
Rosalie "Rosalie, it's late right now but I'll send a message of the list of tasks I want you to get done by tomorrow," Nicholas tells me."Yes, sir. If you don't mind, I'd like a quick briefing on the tasks.He nods, "I want you to make reservations for my wife and me and also send her a bouquet of roses by one p.m." I feel my heart sink into my stomach and I can't help the hurt that suddenly covers me.My lips part to speak but no words come out of them. "Rosalie," Nicholas calls, snapping me out of my daze. "Did you hear everything I just said?""Y-yes, sir. Roses and reservations." I smile, "Got it."I keep trying to convince myself that I don’t care and that I’m happy for him when nothing could be further from the truth.Every night, my mind has been tormenting me with images of him with Natalia, warping my memories until all I can see is him touching her the way he touched me.When I close my eyes, I hear him whispering into her ear, telling her to look at no one but him. Just
Rosalie "Hi, Rosalie." I raise my head and lock eyes with the person greeting me. I was surprised to see one of my colleagues. Anna Bailey is standing in front of me clad in a leopard print jumpsuit and black heels. I've always wondered how everyone from the finance department managed to look so fucking good every day."Oh, hello Anna." I give her a genuine smile even though we've never talked before. "How may I help you?""I don't know if this is intrusive, but I wanted to ask if you'd like to join us out tonight. I and some other colleagues usually hang out at this bar downtown every Friday, and I thought it would be nice to extend an invite to you."My eyes widen with surprise but I'm quick to hide it, "I..I, uh." I clear my throat. I'm about to think of a valid excuse as to why I'm rejecting her invitation."It's okay if you're busy. I just thought it would be nice to make a new friend." She smiles and my heart melts.However, another part of me also wants to know why she'd choos