“This, is your just desserts.” Sinclair answered coldly, rising from his chair. “Do you know who I am, Mike?” “You’re that billionaire that’s always on TV.” Mike countered, barely containing a jealous sneer. “That’s right.” Sinclair smirked. “I’m also Ella’s new fiance.” He lied, going with a simi
Ella I hear Sinclair’s footsteps coming up the stairs just past five, and I realize he must have left work at the earliest available opportunity. I’m not complaining, I’ve been so eager to ask him about Mike ever since the police called me, and as unbelievable as it seems I even find myself missing
“And I see you would prefer it if he did not perceive so much.” The old man answers. “Is it that obvious?” I chuckle, taking a seat across from him in the sitting room as a servant runs to get another place setting for lunch. “I don’t blame you.” He confides. “I expect if I were in your shoes I wo
Ella I’ve been avidly watching the clock ever since returning home. Neither Hugo nor any of the guards said a word about my absence, but they did immediately take the grocery bags from my arms, insisting I shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting. I came straight to the kitchen afterwards, hoping that
“Oh right, so fine that a bottom dwelling asshole bankrupted and betrayed you for years on end!” Sinclair snaps. “That isn’t fair.” I fight back, my voice thick with emotion. “Don’t blame me for what Mike did!” “I’m not.” He sighs, seeming to regret his rash statement. “I wouldn’t. But if you were
Ella The flour collides with Sinclair’s face in an explosion of white powder, covering his features in dense grains and fluttering through the air around us. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and fear slices through me as I wonder if I’ve made a grave mistake. Sinclair takes a moment to open his ey
Too late I realize I’m thinking about Sinclair in comparison to my past lovers, when I know he doesn’t see me this way at all. Yet I can’t help it, the more time that passes the more certain I feel that Sinclair is attracted to me. I know it’s only physical and that I could never be anything but a p
3rd Person Sinclair was tired of fighting his instincts. Ella was looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air. Why was he fighting his desire for her? So she was human – she was also beautiful, spirited and bright, everything he could want in a woman. It was