Poppy Sinclair Novels & Stories

he said to Damien. Damien held his gaze. "Yes," Damien said. "Then you are coming." Damien held the gaze. He did not argue further. At eleven PM Lennon's phone buzzed. He looked at the screen. Scarlett. A voice note, not a text, he played it. Her voice was low. "I need to tell you something. I have been checking the network connections on the Marchetti operation. The financial trail." A pause. "There is a civilian investor who has been funding the eastern port holdings from outside the network. A woman." Another pause. "Her name is Clara Voss."

It’s been fucking bliss. Sinclair is the only one who worries me. On the outside, she acts like she is okay. But when she thinks no one is watching her, I see her look at Aric and Poppy with longing. I know she keeps denying that she isn’t ready for a mate, but I am not stupid. She’s feeling lonely. She goes back and forth between Blackstone and Ironclaw and works herself tirelessly. I truly think it’s because she wants to exhaust herself to a point where she passes out at night without feeling lonely in her bed. “Okay, are we ready to test?” Sinclair said happily.

He drove around the corner of the brick building steering the car into the narrow lane of the pharmacy drive-thru. He rolled down his window as the cold rain sprayed across his jawline but he didn't even flinch. He leaned toward the sliding glass window where the pharmacist lady was standing. "The prescription for Chloe Lin " Julian said with his authoritative voice. "Hold #4092. Give it to me." The lady behind the counter looked at the expensive car then looked at Julian's face, her eyes widening. "Oh I just took that order off the screen sir. The system cancelled the hold because the payment was short by fifty dollars due to an insurance tier change."

Sin is sitting at the head of the table, his posture so arduous. "Come sit, Summer," he says standing to pull out the chair for me. I balance on my seat and have breakfast. I eat like I am starving and after dessert, I can't take in any bite again. "Can I go and see Poppy? I would like to apologize," I mutter. "Follow me," Sinclair says as he leads the way toward the worker's side of the house. * I apologize to Poppy and the two guards I had injured and then, Sin leads me to his room. The moment he closes the door, his lips smear against mine, and with his tongue, he forces a part into my mouth.

I hated that after three years of marriage, I still could not tell what he was thinking. “How?” I finally asked. He sighed. “Six years ago, I was engaged to Sophie.” My heart sank. “I know.” Everyone in the business world knew about Damian Sinclair’s broken engagement. The woman had disappeared only weeks before their wedding. People called her a gold digger. Some claimed she had run away with another man. Others believed she had died. No one ever knew the truth. “I did not know she was pregnant when she left.” His voice was calm, but I noticed the tension in his shoulders. “She came back a few weeks ago.”

Victor was known to find a liking for anyone with a pussy. I passed by the guards. Usually, everyone who entered had to be patted down, but they nodded at me and turned away. They knew I carried, and also knew that if they even bothered asking -I wouldn't take it too likely. The newbie who stopped me could attest for that. I met Santino in the private section. It was a few feet above the dance floor, overlooking the crowd.

To be honest, Poppy could feel her legs weakening as she faced Evander, who was usually calm and relaxed but now seemed intimidating. Evander's grip on Poppy's hand tightened; he had no intention of letting go. Realizing that Evander had no intention of letting go, Poppy thought that she had to act now, or she could die because she was too late to help Jason. “Get out!” Poppy shook off Evander's hand that was gripping hers. Taking advantage of the moment when Evander was unprepared, Poppy immediately pushed him out of the room. Poppy used her other hand to grab Lily's arm and pull her out of the room.

She knows it, she knows me well. “I'll email the agency so they can send Roger tomorrow as soon as we get to New York,” she says as she quickly types on her cell phone. Roger Campbell, is an escort who accompanies me at social events, but we have a sort of side arrangement, he satisfies me sexually and gets a bonus in return.