Mr Sinclair's Mistress
Rosalie Maxwell is the breadwinner of her ungrateful family. She does everything she can for them, pays medical bills, electricity and tends to all their needs even though they've never appreciated her. The only reason she looks forward to the daily visits to her parents house is because of her grandmother, the woman who did a better job at raising her and her brother than their own mother. Taking care of her family, taking their constant ungrateful treatments, and the insults has become a normal routine for Rosalie. But one day her whole life is up in shambles when her beloved grandmother goes missing. When Rosalie finds out that her, Grandma Mary has Alzheimer's which makes Rosalie all the more scared about what may happen to her. She has nowhere to run to. So, she goes to the only person she thinks can help her.
Her boss, and the man that seems to inherit space in all of her wet dreams, Nicholas Sinclair.
Philanthropist, Most handsome man three times in a row on the cover of Rayview Magazine.
Rosalie is ready to do anything if it means getting her grandmother back. She'll take on extra hours, whatever it takes!
But what happens when Mr Sinclair wants something far different from extra hours at work?
What will she do when her boss tells her what he wants?
He wants, Rosie.
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Chapter: 83. EpilogueRosalie A year had passed since the whirlwind of my tour ended, and now I stood at the threshold of a new chapter in my life. Nicholas and I had returned home, and I couldn’t help but reflect on how far we had come. I remembered the day I announced my engagement to Anna, her face lighting up with joy as she squealed and pulled me into a tight embrace. “Oh my gosh, Rosalie! You’re getting married!” she had exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. We had laughed and cried and laughed again while we watched romcom and drank ice cream, feeling a warmth in my heart that I had never known before. After that, I had rushed to visit Grams to share the news. I could still picture how her face would lighten up and what she would say if she was here, her eyes glistening with tears of happiness. “Oh, my sweet Rosie, I always knew you’d find someone special,” she would say, her voice filled with pride. I had told her everything—the proposal, the plans, and how Nicholas had swept me o
Last Updated: 2024-09-13
Chapter: 82. Perfect FitRosalie It's been a month since Nicholas proposed to me. We decided to keep it a surprise from everyone until after I was done touring. At first, I didn't know how Anna was going to feel about Nicholas and I getting back together, and I told him about it. That was until he told me how she had come to his office and gave him the longest and most useful pep talk of his life. He also kept his word and followed me to work and waited every single day. And the gifts never stopped even though we were back together.The tour ended with a grand exhibition attended by the movers and shakers of oak view’s art world. The exhibition took place in a big hall, and every photgrapher had their own section in the pop-up gallery.It was exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and utterly surreal.I stared at my little slice of heaven and the people passing through it, dressed to the nines and examining each piece with what I hoped were admiring eyes.I’d grown by leaps and bounds as a photographer over the
Last Updated: 2024-09-13
Chapter: 81. New Beginnings Nicholas That’s Scorpio.” Rosalie pointed to a spot in the sky. “Do you see it?”I followed her gaze toward the constellation. It looked like any other cluster of stars.“Mmmhmm. Looks great.”She turned her head and narrowed her eyes. “Do you really see it, or are you lying?”“I see stars. Lots of them.”Rosalie huffed out a half groan, half laugh. “You’re hopeless, Nicholas.”“I told you, I’m not and never will be an astronomy expert. I’m just here for the view and the company.” I kissed the top of her head.We lay on a pile of blankets and cushions outside our glamping resort in Caravans Desert, one of the top stargazing destinations. After all the shit that’d gone down last month, this was the perfect place to reset now that she has given me another chance. So I brought her to this resort six days ago. We’d spent the past four days hiking volcanoes, luxuriating in hot springs, and exploring sand dunes. My assistant had nearly keeled over with shock when I told her I was
Last Updated: 2024-09-13
Chapter: 80. A Step Towards HealingRosalie My dates with Nicholas had been really successful. And he lived up to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry scone—my favorites. He was there to walk me home after my daily photography time. Other times, especially when I was with other people or exploring the city on the weekends, he was less conspicuous, but he was there. I felt his presence even though I couldn’t see him.I never thought Nicholas Sinclair would become my stalker, but there we were.On top of that, gifts arrived every day. By the boatload.By the end of the first week, my apartment looked like I was opening an indoor garden. I donated everything to a local hospital—the roses of every color, the vivid purple orchids and sweet white lilies, the cheerful sunflowers and delicate peonies.By the end of the second week, I owned enough jewelry to make the Duchess of Cambridge green with env
Last Updated: 2024-09-13
Chapter: 79. LoveRosalie After our date, the gifts didn't stop. They kept coming. By the end of the third week, I was knee-deep in gourmet chocolates, gift baskets, and custom-made desserts. I didn’t care about fancy jewels or flowers, so those gifts didn’t matter to me. It was the little things that tore holes in my heart—the red velvet cupcakes that spelled out I’m Sorry; a rare, vintage Japanese camera I’d searched for for years but had never found for sale. By the end of the fourth week, I was torn between tearing my hair out in frustration and crumbling like a sandcastle at high tide. “We need to talk,” I said Friday afternoon after I left my lighting techniques workshop. Nicholas lounged against a light pole outside the building, infuriatingly gorgeous in jeans and a white T-shirt. Aviators hid his eyes, but the intensity of his gaze seared through the glasses and burned into my flesh. “Sure,” Nicholas said, unfazed by the attention he was getting. He was probably used to it. While he foll
Last Updated: 2024-09-10
Chapter: 78. Date and OrgasmRosalie I didn’t move back in with Nicholas. Part of me wanted to, but I wasn’t ready to jump in with both feet again so soon.I did, however, agree to another date with him.Three days after our movie night, we arrived at a quiet corner of the Oak View Botanic Garden. It was a gorgeous afternoon, all clear skies and golden sunshine, and the picnic setup looked like something out of a fairytale.A low wooden table stretched across a thick ivory blanket, surrounded by huge cushions, gold and glass floor lanterns, and an oversized wicker hamper. The table itself was set with porcelain plates and a feast of foods, including baguettes, charcuterie, and desserts.It was amazing. And Nicholas lived up to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry scone—my favorites. He was there to walk me home after my workshops.Other times, especially when I was with other peo
Last Updated: 2024-09-10
Chapter: EpilogueLeonardo I stare at Aaliyah and I can't help the small smile that appears on my face."You look happier," she mutters.I smile at her, "I am. So, when can you stop playing my fucking therapist." This was something we unknowingly started years ago after she got together with Roman and she witnessed me kill a man that almost raped her while Roman was been electrocuted repeatedly and made to watch. What I did was nothing compared to what Roman would have done if he had successfully gotten out of that chair. I was the lesser evil in my opinion.Aaliyah didn't see it that way. So here we are for one of our unexpected therapy sessions. You'd think for someone who is eight months pregnant she'd want to be in bed resting, instead, she's here grilling me about mental health and shit.I miss Nova. I'll make sure she pays for setting me up like this when she gets back from class."Why?"I chuckle, "Do you believe in fate?"She shook her head, confused. "I don't think so. Why?""Well, my answer
Last Updated: 2024-01-21
Chapter: FinaleNova Leo just strolled out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist looking as delicious as ever. My eyes roam over his body and I trail the droplets of water running down from his chest to his stomach imagining what my tongue would feel like when I lick it clean."Why do you look so good?" The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it.He smirks, "I can't help it. It's a blessing, baby.I move off the bed and stand in front of him. "I have the urge to climb you like a tree every time because you look so fucking good!" "Oh, really? What's stopping you?"There's a drop of water rolling from his shoulder down to his stomach. I bend in front of him before darting my tongue out to lick the water right above his navel. Leo releases a loud moan and it does something to me knowing the amount of control I have over him."That feel good?" I ask teasing."Fuck, yes.""Yeah," I look at the tent that's now forming under his towel. "You get that hard easily a lot?" I tease him and
Last Updated: 2024-01-21
Chapter: UsNova & Leo I make my way inside, trying to ignore the rush of blood in my ears and the deafening decibels of the metronome in my chest. The rush calms down when my eyes meet with bright blue eyes, silently reassuring me.If Leo was not here, I don't know what I'll do.But I do know it won't be pretty. People who say they aren't capable of violence are liars. Everyone is capable of it. It's a matter of learning what will push you to that point.I've spilled blood. Out of luck or whatever anyone wants to call it.This crusade is fueled by love. A pretty, sparkling, soft emotion, capable of wreaking more havoc than hate.Hate can't dig under the skin the way love does. It doesn't alter your cells or spark chemistry. You'd bleed for someone you love, never someone you truly hate. But hate holds a dark power of its own. And right now, both hate and love are driving my decisions.I'm volatile and angry.Terrified and nervous. As I look at the man I call my father, bound, and bruised
Last Updated: 2024-01-20
Chapter: The Cleansing Leonardo I cock my head to the side, staring at the running man with bewilderment. “Why does he run like that?” I ask, genuinely concerned if Charles Klay likes to peg himself with foreign objects. Maybe one got stuck because Jesus fucking Christ, who runs like that? I can't believe we've been chasing Edward and his lackeys for close to a month and this limping ape is the closest thing to him that we've got.“That… that’s a good question,” Nate answers through my earpiece, sounding just as bemused as I am. He’s watching through the drone hovering over the awkwardly running dude. We’ve been tracking Charles Klay since he fled from Councilman David’s house. He wasn’t hard to find despite his best efforts to stay hidden. I’m sure it hurt his shriveled little soul to have millions of dollars and not be able to fuck off to a tropical island with strippers and blow. Guess the dude hasn’t fried his brain with drugs so badly that he’s not aware of the massive target on his back.H
Last Updated: 2024-01-20
Chapter: The ExecutionLeo I stare at Nova's face and the way she grips my hand and rubs it reassuringly. "Let's go inside, baby. I have a surprise for you.""A surprise? Leo are you sure you want to go in there? All you have in this place are bad memories. Why would you want to go in there?" The worry in her tone almost deters me but I remembered why I chose to come here.I pull her closer to me, my hands wrapped around her waist. As my fingers roam all over her soft supple skin I have it in me to fuck her here against a tree and from the way she's breathing I'm sure she feels the same way. "It's okay, my love.""I just don't want this ugly place to trigger any bad memories for you." She places her palm on my cheek.I lean my face into her touch, "I'll be fine, I've got you. Just be here, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?" I ask her"Always. It's you and me, Leonardo Ricci."I kiss her deeply and passionately. "That's my girl. Now, let's go see your surprise.""This is an unexpected place for a surpr
Last Updated: 2024-01-19
Chapter: The EndNova"Can I take you somewhere?" Leo asks. I've just stepped out of the bathroom from my shower, yanking a brush through my wet, tangled hair. I tear the bristles through a particularly brutal knot, uncaring of the way the strands tear. "Baby, you're hurting your hair. Let me brush it." Feeling defeated, I slump my shoulders, trudge over to him, and sit on the floor between his spread knees. He takes the brush from me and gently starts running it through the sopping tresses, slowly detangling the mop on my head. It feels nice, but I'm too tired to appreciate it. Leo was right. Happiness is fleeting, however, over the past weeks, he's done everything in his power to help me hold on to any semblance of peace. Finishing with the brush, he sets it down on the bed and gathers my hair together. I nearly choke when he begins braiding it. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?" I ask. I'm tempted to twist around like a dog chasing its tail, just so I can witness this. "Aaliyah taug
Last Updated: 2024-01-17
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