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Rosalie Maxwell Life gets harder as I get older and I’m getting tired of it. My family’s dream is exhausting, and a long time ago it became mine too. I run myself ragged every day, sometimes I come back and I'm too exhausted to do anything other than work and sleep, but I can't because their dream is mine. My parents used to own a general store called Maxwell’s. It’s named after our family and, when they were young, the shop did really well; but now, people buy what they need online, and the business my parents poured blood, sweat, and tears into, is failing. I don’t see us making it another year.Their medical bills are behind, along with their rent that is one month past due and the only reason our landlord is not evicting us is because he has known my parents for thirty years. If it weren’t for that, and the fact I promised to pay him before the month ends, they’d be sleeping in this store. Even right now, the electricity in my parents’ apartment is off, and I need to provide anoth

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

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 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 "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