Poppy Sinclair Novels & Stories

I tell her, my voice soft. Her eyes widen, and she crosses her arms. “If anything, it should be me who apologizes.” She looks away for a moment. “I’m sorry for leaving early when you’d ordered me to attend as your date. I failed in my duties.” She looks back at me and forces a smile. “You were right. I forgot my place. I’d gotten so comfortable in the social situation, that I forgot that I don’t belong in your world. I never will. I’ll never be more than a replaceable employee, someone who would only ever be your mistress, but never a wife. That’s what you accused me of, isn’t it? Wanting to be Zane’s mistress, despite him having neither a girlfriend nor a wife? And I do apologize, Mr. Sincl

The sound felt deafening in the quiet room. She looked at the screen. It was Jaeyoung. Zayren saw her expression change, saw the hesitation flicker across her face, but he said nothing. For once, he wanted her to choose him willingly. Sarang’s heart pounded violently as realization hit her, she was about to forgive him, about to walk back into his arms. But she had promised Jaeyoung she wouldn’t let Zayren take Reynez away from them. And now Zayren didn’t just want his son. He wanted her too.

I imagined confronting the woman, calling her every name I knew, shaking her until she begged for mercy. The room felt smaller than ever, walls closing in. The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the streetlights outside. I clenched my fists, pressed my face into the pillow, wishing I could disappear. I didn’t step out of my room. I didn’t eat. I didn’t move. But I made a silent vow: this wasn’t over. One way or another, he would pay for what he did. And that woman… she had no idea what was coming.

To the Big DILF’s cabin? I laugh so loud I snort, fingers flying. Me: His name is Nick. And yes. Daddy’s orders. Sabrina: He’s gonna ruin you. On a bearskin rug. In front of a fireplace. While holding a whiskey. Me: You’ve been real quiet since you realized you’d be into it too. Sabrina: Bitch, I encourage it. Climb that man like a jungle gym. Leave your earrings on the mantel like a power move. Me: