Mister Sinister Novels & Stories

His voice was sinister and lusty. “I’m not playing tricks, Mr. Clinton. Bill and I, we have nothing. If you kill me now, he would be happy. Trust me, that’s what he wanted to do with me ever since.” She had to do anything to save herself from the cunning man aside she was just telling the truth. Mr. Clinton strode forward still wearing his horrendous look. “Don’t worry, I will make it quick.” He sinisterly smiled causing her goosebumps. “What do you want?” She asked refusing to show fear.

Awful memories. " You have only two minutes to tell me the code to the safe. I know the proposal for the contract for Mr Fisher is in there. After a few hours of this little torture you should know by now that I didn't come here to play. I could do worse " Mr Sylvester said sinisterly while gritting his teeth at the last words. "You will pay for this Sylvester, mark my words" Sebastian said as he groaned loudly when another whip landed on his back.

She refused to let him see her as weak in such a situation. “Sofia? You look like someone who works at the casino I frequent,” Armando said, puzzled. Armando wasn’t naive. He recognized the stunning woman standing before him the moment he saw her earlier. “With this beauty? No one else could look like me. I’m one of a kind,” Sofia quipped, attempting to mask her unease with humor. Sofia hoped to divert Armando’s attention and prayed he wouldn’t mention anything about her past. “P-Perhaps you’re right. Anyway, I’m Armando Quinto, Asher’s father. Nice to meet you, Sofia,” Armando introduced himself.

The doors slid open and my eyes widened at Mister Draeger, in a t-shirt and boxers with both his muscular arms around the waist of two giggling women with their hands clutching wads of cash. He was biting each of their throats and thanking them for an enjoyable night. Stepping out of the elevator I lowered my eyes from his face that had risen up to see me standing there. I scurried around the group and bee-lined it to his penthouse and, trying the knob, was grateful for it being unlocked. Shutting the door behind myself I exhaled deeply and gritted my molars in disgust. “He is a womanizing pig, but why do I care about what he does,” I muttered sourly and felt Samson rubbing against my leg.

SINCLAIR HEIR NOT SINCLAIR'S. Four words. My name. My life. My choices laid out in four words across the top of a page that was going to be seen by everyone who had ever sat across from me in a boardroom or attended a dinner at my parents' house or read a profile of Sinclair Group in the past fifteen years. I kept scrolling. THE REAL COST OF DAMIEN SINCLAIR'S DOUBLE LIFE. MISTRESS FED COMPANY SECRETS TO RIVAL WHILE CEO RAISED HER CHILD AS HIS OWN.

Not even a glance. But the damage was already done. The moment I saw him, I was sure of two things. One was that Sebastian Whitlock wasn’t just powerful. He was lethal. And two no amount of rules could save me now. --- By noon, I still hadn’t stopped replaying it. The voice. The stare. The way he said “Miss Monroe” like he was tasting it. It was stupid. He probably didn’t remember me. Hell, I actually hoped he didn’t. “Eyes up, rookie,” supervisor Anderson grunted, snapping me back to my reality. “We’re going into a client pitch. Don’t speak. Don’t even think about blinking.”

“Hey, I know you don't want anything to do with me right now baby but for the sake of old times just give me a chance.” “A chance to do what Monalisa??? I am in no mood for your bullshit…I won't say it again, fuck off!!!’ Arsenio yelled. “But baby…” “If he wants you to fuck off, then fuck off!!” I said as I barged into the room. “Who is this bitch….ohhh, I remember you…the mistress or is it, maid???” Monalisa said. “Yes, I am the mistress and who are you??? Or is it, ex wife???” I responded as I smirked.

Seeing a door, I dashed towards it, opened it and slammed it shut. Time seemed to fracture. The world around me blurred into meaningless shapes and muffled sounds while my mind locked onto the source of my terror. What was going on? I thought the Mister said he cleared the debt. I saw the papers…he…he said they wouldn’t bother me anymore. “And you believed that?” A voice echoed in my head. “You know those men longer than the Mister does. You know how devious they are. Did you really think they’d let you go? Just like that? Remember…it’s not only about debts to them. It’s mainly about tormenting their victims to death.”

But the moment my tongue meets the spoon, I realize just how suggestive and inappropriate that was. My face burns with embarrassment as I look up. To my surprise, Mr. Kim is staring at me, eyes wide and frozen like someone zapped him with a jolt of electricity. The silence stretches on until a young guy clears his throat----- "I'm home, Dad!" To be continued

All she said to him bounces back to her and for the longest time she stayed glaring at the kid. There’s something in Jenkins smile. It’s evil and just mischievous, like he predicted what’s going to happen and it is bound to happen. “What do you know?” Those words just softly escaped her mouth. “Some things that you don’t, Stella. So, trust me.” While they were having this gloomy atmosphere, Jason’s assistant came back. He had a welcoming smile and told them to follow and they did. The assistant lead them to a door Jenkins already know was to Jason’s office.