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Mr 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 : 2024-02-13Mr Sinclair's Mistress 31- One Chance
Rosalie Did I choose wrong? Am I stupid for saying yes to him again? That's all I could think of this past week. I kept asking myself these questions repeatedly until I finally gave in. I told myself I was thinking.I told myself it was what I had to do to erase my earlier mistake. In the same way, I told myself that signing that damn contract was the only way to keep my family safe and also earn more money. When I was just agreeing to become a married rich man's whore.And now here I am. "So which is it gonna be?" Anna asks showing me two different gowns. I had gotten them earlier this month after Nicholas sent me the money I asked for in the agreement. He even sent more than we agreed. I decided to spoil myself for once and go shopping.I smiled to myself when I thought of the money I had been saving for the house. I'm so close to getting the complete amount. Pride swells in my chest, it may have taken almost two years to come up with that money -- despite all the expenses from
Last Updated : 2024-02-16Mr Sinclair's Mistress 32- Dinner
Nicholas I looked at the watch on my wrist to check the time for the hundredth time again since I got here. After Rosalie called me and agreed to give me one more chance, the first thing I wanted to do was take her out on a date. And I know it's unwise, seeing as I'm married and most of the time I'm the focus of the paparazzi's lens. I've become perfectly fine and used to the stories they may fabricate or pictures they will misinterpret, but I have no idea how it will affect Rosalie. And I have no interest in throwing her into that limelight. Which is why I rented out the entire restaurant. I'd offered to pick her up by eight pm. It's currently eight forty-five and Rosalie is nowhere to be found. The manager has come here twice to ask if the wine is up to my taste and to call for him if I need anything. We both know he just feels sorry for me having to sit here all by myself.I look out the window and see a car driving into the car park. Seconds later Rosalie alights from t
Last Updated : 2024-02-17Mr Sinclair's Mistress 33- Scandal
Nicholas I do not like to be threatened. That's one thing I detest more than anything. Threatening me only irritates me, but being threatened by a faceless nobody who chooses to hide behind their phone... just annoys me more.After Rosalie and I had dinner, I still find it surprising how we were able to finish that very awkward and quiet dinner. If not for the random thank you's I got from Rosalie after I helped her refill her glass of wine or I passed her something that was far away.I parked in front of her house and I noticed her lights were on. Is she living with someone? A guy? I try not to think too much about it and focus on the fact that she agreed to give me another chance. "Thank you for giving me a ride home.""It's nothing. I'm glad we could do this." I tell her, "And thank you for sparing me some of your time."She chuckled, "You're welcome. I uh, I have to go." She points at her door and then unbuckles her seat belt."Yeah, sure." I rush out of the car and speed wal
Last Updated : 2024-02-18Mr Sinclair's Mistress 34- Date Crasher
Nicholas Rosalie walks into my office looking amazing as always. There's a file in her hand as she makes her way to my desk."Good morning, sir." She gives me a brief smile before placing the file on my table. "I've compiled a list of eligible people that can take over after I leave."My brows furrow, "After you leave? What do you mean after you leave?""I quit, remember?" She gives me a look.Of course, I remember! It was the worst day of my life. "Yeah, I remember. I mean, you agreed to give me a second chance so I-"You thought taking me to dinner and asking for two days every week to do more of that would keep me here as your secretary? So that's what the whole second chance is about?" Rosalie's expression falls and I almost kick myself in the ankle for messing up again. "God, how could I have been so foolish!" She dumbs the file on my table, turns around, and walks out immediately. She doesn't stop or answer when I call her.I follow after her and go into her office without k
Last Updated : 2024-02-21Mr Sinclair's Mistress 35- The Full Truth
Rosalie “I didn’t think you’d ever say yes,” Zane says, snapping me out of my thoughts. What’s wrong with me? From the moment we sat down, all I’ve done is think about Nicholas. I was surprised when he asked for another chance to earn my forgiveness. At first, I was convinced he only felt bad because I'm good at my job. The way he acted when he first heard about me going on a date surprised me, but he was quiet the rest of the day. Perhaps he was just caught off-guard, and he didn’t care nearly as much as I thought he did. That should make me feel far more relieved than it does, and it should not be filling me with dull disappointment. Zane picked me up at the office, and I was so certain Nicholas would do or say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he merely glanced at us from his office before refocusing on his work, as though he couldn’t care less. “Why wouldn’t I?” Zane smirks and leans in. “You don’t know what everyone in the media business calls you, do you?” I chuckle and r
Last Updated : 2024-02-21Mr Sinclair's Mistress 36- Progress
Rosalie Who would have ever thought, in a thousand years that I'd be sitting at the park and having a picnic with my boss?Not me.It's getting late, and the park is almost empty. Although, It's not as if we showed up early either. Ever since Nicholas told me he liked me, three days ago I have been avoiding him. I know it was unprofessional and cowardly of me but I couldn't care less. The man I'd spent so long crushing on was now giving me the attention I once craved immensely. And all it took was for me to quit my job.It feels surreal."No, Natalia isn't in love with me. Besides we both know the only reason we're married was just because my grandfather wanted to help out his friend. If we're been honest we both know she's more in love with my black card and the endless shopping sprees." Nicholas says explaining his marital situation.My expression saddens me, "Why would your grandfather do that to you? Forcing you into a loveless marriage? That's mean." The words are out of my
Last Updated : 2024-02-22
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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
