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The Good Wife. NINE: BRANDO BLACKWOOD.
Sinclair.The tension throughout our ride home was so high it could be cut through with a knife. I didn't know when those words slipped through my lips during dinner but once they started, I couldn't get them to stop. I was fucking glad they didn't. Eve punished me so hard and it was only fair I did too.Eve stared out the window during the ride home and quickly made her way up the stairs as we got to the house.“Where are you headed?” I unintentionally banged the door close to my surprise. I guess that was how much energy was charging through me.“To my room. I have to wash up before going to bed.” “There are many things we'd be doing in bed tonight, Mon chéri, and that does not involve sleeping.” I cocked a finger and motioned her to come off the stairs. I took her purse from her and dropped it on the table when she did, took a comfortable position on the couch, spread my legs wide apart and draped my hands on the arms.“Strip.”Her eyes flung open. “What?”“You said I should ask
The Good Wife. ONE. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!
~Eve.“Happy anniversary, darling.” The small box was just one of the many gifts littered all over the living room, but the box was my favorite amongst all.It was our anniversary today and in as much as I single handedly selected all other gifts, I specially got the box custom-made for Sinclair, my husband and the love of my life. It was a small, beautiful box made from Mahogany and rosewood with intricate carvings of flowers all over its body. It was an antique box, just like Sinclair liked his things.Sinclair hurried into the living room, picked his daily cup of coffee from the center table and turned to the mirror without sparing me a glance. “What's with the gifts? What's the occasion?” Did he forget? Again? Five years in a row I've remembered every occasion; birthday, engagement anniversary, wedding anniversary, business launch anniversary and I have tried my best to celebrate all of them and five years in a row, he keeps forgetting every single one of them.The bright smile
The Good Wife. TWO. TARGET NUMBER ONE.
~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
The Good Wife. THREE. SINFUL DELIGHTS.
~ Sinclair It's been almost a week since the rumor about me and Clara Evans was published and though there were still a few crazy journalists camped at my gate, the rumor was beginning to die off. Since the rumor started, I developed a habit of sneaking out the back gate in the early hours of the morning and having my secretary get my daily coffee from a nearby café. Work has been more hectic, trying to convince the board and investors that I was clear of all allegations. These days, I stayed at the office far into the night and sneaking back home in the morning. My suitcase felt light as I descended the stairs and upon taking a closer look, I figured it wasn't the suitcase I needed for the day. A sigh escaped my lips as I stopped midway and went back up to my room. The sound of the shower running had me narrowing my brows. The water turned off then turned on immediately, straightening, I walked to the bathroom. “Mmh,” a moan escaped her lips. The bathroom door was wide open
The Good Wife. FOUR. THE PROMISE.
~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
The Good Wife. FIVE. THE JOB.
~Eve. Sinclair has been around the house more often, a strange adjustment which I was still trying to get used to. It isn't that I don't want him in the house, because I do, but his presence everyday reminds me of all we couldn't have and the time spent apart. If we had done something five years ago, we would have had little Eve and Sinclair running around the house. Something to remind me that I wasn't really all alone. I pressed my pillow flush against my body and snuggled under the blanket, my eyes fixed steadily on Sinclair. My husband was handsome, that was an undebatable fact but he has lost his touch since Clara visited our home. “The tea has gone cold.” He placed the cup back on the table and turned to me, bags under his eyes. “I can make you another one if you like.” He sighed and shook his head, “No, it's fine. I don't need anymore.” He picked his phone and I knew immediately he was obsessing again. “Clara does not have the nerves to say anything to the media.”
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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
The Good Wife. SEVEN. SLOW AND STEADY.
Eve I wasn't planning on making any enemies today, I in fact, wanted quite the opposite. After four years of careful calculation and planning, I was finally where I wanted to be and I wasn't going let myself fail even before trying.I was doing well. I could tell from the smile on Sinclair's face, I have always wanted to make an impression on this day and I guess I've made it.“My apologies, Mrs. Duncan, it wasn't my intention to be rude, but I suppose neither of us would sit back and watch anybody disrespect us. I would like us to be friends given that only our friendship will make this company grow. I say we try this first impression thing again, shall we?”I knew that by now all eyes were on me but I knew specifically that Richard Reynolds eyes were fixed on me. I turned my eyes to him and saw him staring at me, upon noticing my eyes on him, he swallowed thickly and looked away.“Uhm,” he cleared his throat as he rubbed his palms down his tie and potbelly, “I don't think we have
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