Jean Sinclair Novels & Stories

EMMA I woke up to find Adrian's side of the bed already empty, which was a big relief. Downstairs, Helen was waiting in the foyer with a clipboard and three people standing behind her. "Ms. Ashford, good morning. I wanted to introduce the additional staff who'll be assisting with the holiday preparations and your business needs," Helen said, gesturing to the woman on her left. "This is Sophia Reyes, she'll be coordinating the company's Christmas gala here at the estate."

Mrs Sinclair’s reason for calling me here was simple. She needed me to know my place and not cross boundaries. Which was funny. Because for a woman who stole another woman’s company… She certainly had a lot to say about people knowing their place.

I ask him, my voice low and heart racing as I watch him lock the door; my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what the man is about to do to me, while my eyes move promptly across the room, making sure it's empty and my body relaxes when it turns out to be. Sinclair turns to me with a darkened look on his face as he says, "I'm about to fuck that damn jealousy out of you. " His voice is thick, and firm and it sends jolts of pleasures down to my core. My pussy clenches against my panties and I swallow hard, my thighs rubbing against each other as my gaze falls to the space between us, to the front of his pants where his hardened cock strains painfully against his slacks. "I'm..." I breathe, rai

“Rogues are nasty people, and if they are getting paid by someone else, it could be someone powerful.” “Paul,” I began, “Sinclair was taken as a newborn. She didn’t have a good home growing up. She later became a hitman and is completely lethal. Plus, she has the entire Blackstone and Ironclaw pack backing her.” He looked at Sinclair curiously, “A hitman?” “Kaia is one too,” I said. “She is just as lethal. She didn’t lawn dart you at that dinner by instinct. She's trained to be deadly.”

Genevieve The hotel room carried the faint, stubborn scent of old perfume mixed with industrial bleach. It clung to the heavy drapes and cream wallpaper. Genevieve Sinclair leaned back against the padded headboard, her long legs stretched out across the silk sheets. Her fingers absently traced the rim of the untouched glass of red wine on the nightstand.

Cecilia followed his line of sight, and her breath hitched. The elegant woman was none other than Mrs. Sinclair, whom she'd once seen from a distance at a charity gala! Trailed by an entourage that radiated old-money poise and distance, the woman commanded the room. Cecilia instinctively pulled Liam behind a pillar. "That's General Ferdinand Sinclair's wife," she whispered. "I can't believe it. After all these years, she still looks so… radiant." "Is that so?" Liam's response held a thread of coldness he couldn't quite mask.

McQueen spat. "You are a horrible person!" Mr. Sinclair suddenly exclaimed, his voice filled with rage. He had always been the quiet one, never saying much. But today, I could sense his fury from where I stood. "You made me so happy to think I had found my daughter. You gave my wife and me false joy!" He growled. "You should be in prison for this." "Finally, you agree with me!" Gianna laughed. "But we won't send you there," he added, his voice resolute. "I know you have your reasons for doing this. I just want you to leave, get your things from Alexander's house, and vanish like you never existed."

"We’re so close to winning today!" Lilian sighed in anger and regret. "Mom, don’t worry. I still have an ace card up my sleeve!" Clarissa took her phone out and called an overseas number. Soon, a lazy and gloomy female voice could be heard from the phone. "Hello?" "Jeanne, please save me! That little b*tch Naomi almost ruined me!" Jeanne Morgan was born with a gold spoon in her mouth. She was the daughter of one of Gin City's top four most influential families.

Mrs Sinclair snapped Roy froze. “What?” “You heard me, Roy. You will come alone. I don’t want unnecessary drama. I don’t want embarrassment. I don’t want that girl—” He cut her off immediately. “Mom… don’t.” Mrs. Sinclair scoffed. “Don’t what? Don’t say the truth? Roy, listen to me. My friends will be there, important people will be there, the Sinclairs will be there, and I don’t want the… the stain of that girl around my name.”

His smile returned in full force as he settled down on it and motioned for me to do the same. “Please, Ms. Fairchild," he purred, "take a seat. Let's get down to business." As I settled into the chair, Mr. Sinclair leaned forward, a diamond ring flashing on his finger. “Ms. Fairchild,” He began as his voice dropped to a confidential whisper. “Allow me to introduce myself properly. Elijah Sinclair, COO of Gadget Inc., and, as of yesterday, a most fascinated admirer of your architectural prowess." He sure did know how to play the games. It was psychology to earn yourself in someone’s best book by making a nice statement about things they cherished the most.