The Good Wife.

~EveI woke up with a blocked nose, a sore throat and an unfamiliar ache all over my body. I hadn't cried myself to sleep last night, I felt numb. After I saw the press release last night, I had good enough reason to shed my tears but they refused to come so I let the harsh tingles of the cold accompany through the night.Getting up from the bed, I took the duvet, wrapped myself in it and headed for the kitchen. It doesn't matter what I saw last night, it doesn't matter that he didn't keep his promise, I still had to make him his daily cup of coffee. “Fucking insane,” I heard him mutter a few minutes later as he matched down the stairs. He was pissed, I knew, his reputation was being dragged through the mud and he didn't find it settling.I hurried out of the kitchen the moment he stepped into the living room and handed him his cup of coffee. “I'm sorry I didn't bring this on time, I was feeling a bit uhm-” I sniffled as he took the cup from me. I couldn't see my nose and ears but I

~SinclairI took a day off work today. It was the first time I've done that since the day I began my career and even though I don't want to admit it, it was the doing of the woman whose cheeks were pressed against the window and her manicured fingers tapping rhythmically against the window.I don't why but ever since I fucked my hand -fucked my hand to the image of her- I've found myself wanting to be closer to her. I formerly thought it was because I needed a physical release but I don't feel this attraction for Eve for another lady. Especially with another lady. It was confusing, how I moved from not barely looking at Eve to wanting to being with her. Ever since she accompanied me to the Declan party I… I am yet to figure it out.“So you're really staying home.” My eyes were on her but she wouldn't meet my gaze and I wondered if she was still shy about the incident a few days back or if it was something else.“Why? You don't want me staying home?” Her eyes widened as she lifted her

Sinclair Five men clad in suit and four women seated around the conference table in the conference room. There were the ones responsible for keeping my companies afloat. My board members who were at the verge of chasing me away from my company. The stress I revealed off my shoulders yesterday evening with Eve had been quick to return when I opened my laptop this morning and saw my name in the news headlines with billions of notifications blowing off my laptop and phone. Apparently, Clara had followed up with her threat. “...five investors. Top five investors are willing to invest in us and you are behaving like this, Mr. Stone. Do you not value this company?” One of the ladies, Lady Mathilda Duncan, the lead independent officer said, her brows furrowed and her lips tightened. She gained the right time fill in the role seven months ago after her husband passed. Apparently, she has been the one making decisions for her husband and despite her being more whinny than her puppet hu

Eve.(The French translations in this chapter may not be standard as French is not my first language. Please, pardon any shortcomings. Thank you!)Our reservation at Kairos may be two months late but I'm still glad it got to happen. The drive to the restaurant was a quiet one but I wasn't expecting it to be a chatty one either. Sinclair hummed a song and drummed against the steering throughout the drive. Since I asked him out on a date, his mood skyrocketed to perfectly happy and it got me thinking I should have asked him out sonner.The late night New York breeze bit against my skin as I got down from the car. It was oddly harsh and soothing at the same time calming my nerves for whatever we were going to face at the dinner table.Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I shuddered visibly.“Are you cold?” Sinclair asked, pulling off his coat to hang around my shoulders. He wore a blue three piece suit from Thom Browne while I had on a creamy silk strapless dress that clung to my body l