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Mr Sinclair's Mistress 23- Anger
Rosalie I've always done everything by the book because I figured it was the only way to avoid unwanted attention. I told myself if I worked on time, deliver all the tasks given by my boss early. I'd be out of here in no time with enough knowledge about corporate life to help start my own company one day if I choose to. I’m the quiet person.They say the only way to be popular or loved is to stomp on others and be mean, but I believe in being nice.I believe in being nice for the greater good.Now, if I could just not let other people’s opinions eat me up from the inside, that would be perfect.I've spent almost all my life living for other people. I've spent years working for a man who doesn't respect me. No matter how good I am at work or how well I obey his rules he'll only ever see me as a toy. His plaything! "We're here, Madame." The sound of the taxi driver's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. I took a taxi because I didn't think myself to be in the right headspace fi
Last Updated : 2024-02-01Mr Sinclair's Mistress 24- Beg
Nicholas A soft knock sounds on my door, and I look up to find Rosalie walking in. My heart does this weird thing — it skips a beat despite the pain seeing her causes. Lately, I can no longer look at her without my heart feeling heavy. After she got to the hotel last night I could tell that I had already fucked shit up more than before. After Rosalie got in, she took her dress off and sat on the bed without saying anything. It hurt to see her acting like that toward me and I knew it was all my fault. I tried to spend the night apologizing but she told me to get on with what I called her over here for.Hearing her say that, it... it felt like I had been making her sleep with me. As if she only had sex with me because I said so."I don't want us to have sex if you're mad at me, Rosalie," I told her and she nodded her head. "I'm so sorry, I don't know why I said all those things to you at the exhibition. And earlier today... fuck! I didn't mean to say it in front of Jacob."She gives me
Last Updated : 2024-02-03Mr Sinclair's Mistress 25- Guilt
Rosalie I pause outside of my Grandma's home and stare up at it, feeling lost. I’ve never been an impulsive person. Every single thing I do is well thought out. My steps are measured and calculated. For as long as I can remember, I’ve played the long game.Even when I was younger, I never dreamed too big. The one time I did, reality quickly came calling, reminding me that people like me don’t get to have carefree college years filled with fun and parties.I’ve always known that providing for my family would be a burden I’d carry, and I’ve done it without a single complaint. I know that I don’t have the luxury of acting impulsively when my entire family relies on me.Yet that’s exactly what I did. I quit my job without thinking. The worst part is that I don’t regret it. I don’t think I’ve felt quite this free in a long time, but how long will that last? How long will it take for reality to come knocking on my door all over again?All I know is I'd do whatever it takes to make sur
Last Updated : 2024-02-06Mr Sinclair's Mistress 26-Justice
Nicholas "Talia!" I called out to the substitute assistant that was provided after Rosalie left. "Get me Christopher Harper on the phone immediately!""Yes, Mr. Sinclair. Would you like anything else?" She asks, hanging around."Don't you think if I wanted anything else I would have mentioned it?" I bark harshly. "Ye- yes sir," she mutters lowly before scurrying back to her office.It's no secret that my mood has been sour since Rosalie quit her job. It got worse when she refused to pick up any of my calls or reply to the numerous text messages I sent her. I had it in me to stop by her house after she left but I refrained from doing it.Not with the recent shadow I have following me aroundMy office phone rings and my hand darts out with speed to answer the device. "Sir, Mr. Harper on line two." I press a button and switch from Talia's line to Harper's immediately."Sinclair, how may I help you?" Christopher's deep voice fills my ears. I'm not particularly fond of him, but the o
Last Updated : 2024-02-07Mr Sinclair's Mistress 27- Desperate
Nicholas I stare out the large windows in my office, my mind drifting back to the day Rosalie was hired. She was so young, and she had little to no work experience. She didn’t even have a degree — she was a college dropout.I couldn’t understand why my grandfather would hire someone like her, and even less so, why he’d place her beside me. I chalked it up to nepotism and set out to get her fired, but nothing I did ever fazed her.Each task I gave her that should’ve been too hard for her to do was executed perfectly. She learned faster and worked harder than anyone else in the firm — including me. It only took her a year to become indispensable to me.I’ve come to rely on her in a way I would never rely on anyone else, and I’ve compensated her for it handsomely. Fuck I should have done more. Whatever she needed, I should have provided. I once overheard her complain to a colleague that it took her too long to travel to the office from home, I should have bought her an apartment
Last Updated : 2024-02-08Mr Sinclair's Mistress 28- Blacklist
Rosalie I scroll through my emails on my phone as I walk into the office, my heart sinking. Twenty-six job application rejections and all of them came in at once. There’s only one way this could have happened considering my qualifications. Nicholas blacklisted me.I gave him everything for years, and this is how he repays me. Is he ever going to stop playing with my feelings, with my life? He knows we can’t be together, and I don’t even think he truly wants me. Why does he hold on to me so tightly when he has no right to? Why does he continue to hurt me?My mood is somber as I step into the private elevator that leads straight to the office’s top floor. I pause by my desk and stare at it for a moment, a profound sense of loss washing over me. Five years. It isn’t just Nicholas ’m walking away from. It’s the company and the people that shaped me. It’s late Grandpa Sinclair, and to some extent, most of my colleagues. This environment raised me and taught me everything I know. I’ve
Last Updated : 2024-02-10Mr Sinclair's Mistress 29- Conditions
Rosalie I inhale shakily as I stare at the list of candidates I compiled. One of them will end up taking over my job, becoming Nicholas’s closest aide. If I do this well, he won’t even miss me. The right person will make it so that he barely notices my absence.It’s not me he’s worried about losing. It’s the workflow we’ve created and the control he has over me with that damn agreement. It won’t be easy, but six months should be enough time to train someone to do everything I currently do for him. No one is irreplaceable in this world — least of all me.I sigh as I spread out the documents on my living room floor. I could just interview all of them, but I don’t think we have time for that. I need to select my top ten applicants, because I know Nicholas won’t.I’ve just about got it narrowed down to twenty applicants when my doorbell rings. I frown in confusion as I head to the door. Grandma would’ve let me know if she was coming over, and she always let hersef in once she gets here. N
Last Updated : 2024-02-11Mr Sinclair's Mistress 30- Master Manipulator
Nicholas I lean back in my chair, my eyes on Rosalie through the glass walls that surround my office. Fragments of last night flash through my mind as my head throbs painfully. I can’t remember the last time I got truly wasted. I hate losing control, yet that’s exactly what I did last night.What the fuck did I do? What the fuck was I thinking? It’s all fucking Maverick and Ares’s fault. They should’ve kept me at poker night, but instead, they filled my head with thoughts about Rosalie and some other man that she’d end up marrying. The fuckers even called me a driver to take me to her place. They should’ve known better, and the same goes for me. My brothers know about the agreement I made with her, although they don't agree with my methods and the entire situation, they're just happy to be involved because we never hide anything from each other.Rosalie has been acting normal all morning, and she even handed me some paracetamol and water with one of those annoying smiles on her
Last Updated : 2024-02-13
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Mr Sinclair's Mistress 83. Epilogue
Rosalie 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
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 82. Perfect Fit
Rosalie 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
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 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
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 80. A Step Towards Healing
Rosalie 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
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 79. Love
Rosalie 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
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 78. Date and Orgasm
Rosalie 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
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 77. Baby Steps
Nicholas "My sweet girl, it’s so nice to see you!” Freya brushed past me and swept Rosalie up in a hug. She only used the sweet girl endearment for her grandchildren, but apparently, she’d extended it to Rosalie. “The house isn’t the same without you.”I scowled at her pointed tone. She’d given me the cold treatment all week. I was pretty sure she’d burned my pork chops on purpose the other night. I’d forced down two bites before I gave up and ordered takeout. It wasn’t just her, either; even Edward my driver had cast disapproving glances my way when he thought I wasn’t looking.My staff didn’t know what happened with Rosalie amd I. They only knew she was gone, and they blamed me for it.Hell, I blamed myself too, which was why I was trying to make amends.I’d spent the past couple of days since my call with Rosalie planning the date, and my nerves were a humiliating wreck. I hadn’t been this nervous since I was a high school freshman asking out the most popular girl in school.
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 76. One Date
NicholasOne ring. Two. Three.I paced my room, my stomach twisted with nerves as I waited for her to answer.It was ten-thirty, which meant she was getting ready for bed. She usually took an hour to wind down with a shower or a bath, depending on how stressed she was; a bafflingly intricate ten-step skincare routine, and some reading, if she wasn’t too tired.I’d timed my call so I’d catch her after she got out of the shower.Four rings. Five.Assuming, of course, she picked up my call.My nerves pulled tighter.Rosalie gave me her number that afternoon, which meant she wanted me to call, right? If she didn’t, she would’ve simply left. Hell, a part of me had expected her to.I’d lingered in that damn coffee shop for almost two hours on the off chance I’d see her. She went there every day, but her timing varied depending on her workload.It wasn’t the world’s greatest plan, but it’d worked, even if it’d meant skipping a lunch video call meeting.Six rings. Sev—“Hello?” Her voice flow
Mr Sinclair's Mistress 75. Meet Cute
Rosalie “Hey, Rosalie. The usual?”“Yes, please. Make it four,” I said as the barista rang me up. I frequented the coffee shop near the main building so often they’d memorized my order. “Thanks, Sue.”“No problem.” She smiled. “See you tomorrow.”I paid and moved to the pickup area, only half looking at where I was going. I was too distracted by the flood of new messages scrolling across my screen. Mostly from Anna and maybe one or two from Ares.With the way she sent numerous messages at once, one would think she's in trouble.She probably wanted to congratulate me on the success of the Picture Ball. According to her and Sarah, news outlets had deemed it “one of the most exquisite balls in the Picture Balls history” in their Sunday style roundup, which meant I woke up that morning with even more messages crowding my inbox.It was only Monday, and I already had twenty-two new client inquiries, five interview requests, and countless invitations to balls, screenings, and private par
