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.

Nicholas A soft knock sounds on my door, and I look up to find Rosalie walking in. My heart does this weird thing — it skips a beat despite the pain seeing her causes. Lately, I can no longer look at her without my heart feeling heavy. After she got to the hotel last night I could tell that I had already fucked shit up more than before. After Rosalie got in, she took her dress off and sat on the bed without saying anything. It hurt to see her acting like that toward me and I knew it was all my fault. I tried to spend the night apologizing but she told me to get on with what I called her over here for.Hearing her say that, it... it felt like I had been making her sleep with me. As if she only had sex with me because I said so."I don't want us to have sex if you're mad at me, Rosalie," I told her and she nodded her head. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I said all those things to you at the exhibition. And earlier today... fuck! I didn't mean to say it in front of Jacob."She gives me

Nicholas "Talia!" I called out to the substitute assistant that was provided after Rosalie left. "Get me Christopher Harper on the phone immediately!""Yes, Mr. Sinclair. Would you like anything else?" She asks, hanging around."Don't you think if I wanted anything else I would have mentioned it?" I bark harshly. "Ye- yes sir," she mutters lowly before scurrying back to her office.It's no secret that my mood has been sour since Rosalie quit her job. It got worse when she refused to pick up any of my calls or reply to the numerous text messages I sent her. I had it in me to stop by her house after she left but I refrained from doing it.Not with the recent shadow I have following me aroundMy office phone rings and my hand darts out with speed to answer the device. "Sir, Mr. Harper on line two." I press a button and switch from Talia's line to Harper's immediately."Sinclair, how may I help you?" Christopher's deep voice fills my ears. I'm not particularly fond of him, but the o

Rosalie I scroll through my emails on my phone as I walk into the office, my heart sinking. Twenty-six job application rejections and all of them came in at once. There’s only one way this could have happened considering my qualifications. Nicholas blacklisted me.I gave him everything for years, and this is how he repays me. Is he ever going to stop playing with my feelings, with my life? He knows we can’t be together, and I don’t even think he truly wants me. Why does he hold on to me so tightly when he has no right to? Why does he continue to hurt me?My mood is somber as I step into the private elevator that leads straight to the office’s top floor. I pause by my desk and stare at it for a moment, a profound sense of loss washing over me. Five years. It isn’t just Nicholas ’m walking away from. It’s the company and the people that shaped me. It’s late Grandpa Sinclair, and to some extent, most of my colleagues. This environment raised me and taught me everything I know. I’ve

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