Enid Sinclair Wednesday Novels & Stories

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 has never asked me to stay over either.

That’s a cool idea,’ he said in the mind-link. “I want one for each hand,” I said. “Aiden likes the idea, too.” “I want one for each hand, too,” he pouted. I bit my bottom lip as he pouted. His eyes darkened. Mmm… “Oh! By the way, Sinclair, can you be back by the end of the week? Adrian is coming back, and we are throwing him a welcome party,” I said. “Sure! I’ll be there. How is he doing?” “He seems ready for a change,” I said honestly.

A hotel that Wednesday wouldn't be caught dead in. Wednesday was the kind of person who drove a BMW and wore designer labels even to the grocery store. The thought of her showing up at this run-down place made Ambelyn's cheeks burn with shame. "I'll be there in twenty minutes," Wednesday said, her tone clar and urgent. "Don't go anywhere."

[Sinclair] After dinner with my colleagues, I had a video call with my son. He told me about his activities and reminded me of our Saturday plans. I didn't have any commitments with him, but I agreed anyway. Saturday and Sunday were my time with him. No matter what happened, I wouldn't leave without him. Therefore, I didn't make any appointments or attend any events on the weekend. My colleagues and clients knew that, even though they didn't know Dashiell was the reason.

The envelope lay on Amara’s small coffee table, heavy with silent authority. Its cream-colored paper gleamed under the faint afternoon light streaming through the blinds, as though daring her to open it. The gold-embossed seal of Sinclair Enterprises glared up at her, mocking and magnetic all at once. She had stared at it for what felt like hours, her fingertips grazing its smooth surface, her chest tightening with each passing second. A week had passed since that night, the argument, the walk away, the silence that followed. A week since she told herself she was done with Adrian Sinclair and the mess his world had dragged her into. And yet here it was, an invitation from him.

LENA It was a Wednesday. I want to be precise about this because the Wednesday quality of it matters, not a significant day, not the particular and weighted day of a Sunday dinner or a foundation meeting or any of the specific and notable occasions that had accumulated since September. A Wednesday in the third week of November, the particular and ordinary quality of a midweek evening, the specific and unremarkable shape of a day that had been a working day and was becoming a working night. The foundation documents had expanded.

It was a grounding pain, a focal point. My eyes, however, were fixed on Enid. He was bent over his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard with a quiet, ruthless efficiency. The sunlight caught the sharp line of his jaw, the intense focus in his eyes. He’s damn beautiful, a traitorous part of my mind whispered. But the thought was immediately swallowed by a churning, sickening dread. Raymond. Enid’s command from last night echoed in my skull. Call the son of a bitch. Tell him you won’t be back for the next two weeks.

Thursdays dragged at Everglades, and this one dragged more than any other Wes had endured. While he was used to there being fewer customers on these days, he usually didn't mind as much because it gave him plenty of time to play grab ass with Noel. Any other Thursday, Wes would have been praying for an empty bar, but today, he desperately prayed for Everglades to be full of patrons. The quietness would only make things more awkward with Noel. He had agreed to talk to Jake, but he had no idea what he would say to the man. The entire situation seemed stranger than fiction and Wes didn't do fiction.

They were the best of friends and have been inseparable since elementary days, and as a result, Leina has spent a lot of time at her house, either with or without permission. Her gaze traveled all over Enid's body as she moved through the living room. Enid was wearing a dodger blue dress with off-the-shoulder straps and a length that stopped at her mid-thigh, revealing her flawless skin. Leina’s eyes rolled secretly in envious. ‘‘Hey there!’’ The moment Enid spotted her best friend when she went downstairs, a broad smile spread across her face and pulled her into a tight hug, planting a kiss on her cheek. She forgot to tell her best friend that she has a date with Arnold today.

Drew asks me. "It's Wednesday," I simply state and Drew nods in understanding. Little curious Cassandra lifts her dark brows. "What's Wednesday mean?" Before I have the chance to tell her that it's none of her business, Drew replies, "Every other Wednesday night, Crayvin here, has dinner with his parents." Cassandra's expression changes. Her eyes darken but flicker with a tiny spark and the corners of her thin lips curl upwards. "What?" I grunt, annoyed with the full-on smirk she now wears.