~ 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. Eve was in my bathroom with the shower head angled between her legs. “Mmh,” she moaned again. Her free hand was sprawled against the bathroom wall as her back arched and straightened. She turned the shower knob, increasing the pressure of the water. “Argh!” She pressed her head to the wall and stood on her toes. Blood rushed down my body and straight to my groin. The woman standing in my bathroom was a different version from the one I knew. Her butt was round and firm, like something that would fit perfectly in both my palms. She moaned again and grabbed her hair, she was close, I could feel it and I was beginning to think I needed a release. Never did I imagine I'd walk into Eve engaged in such activity. My dick stirred in excitement. A tattoo ran down Eve’s midsection was doing something unholy to me. When the fuck did my wife get a tattoo? Did she even like animals like that to draw a tattoo on her back? “Oh fuck,” Eve moaned again and I adjusted myself to keep my dick from pushing out of my pants. When was the last time I had sex? The plan to grab my briefcase and rush off to work has been long forgotten, all I wanted to do now was to go press myself against Eve and give her the release she was looking for. A mind blowing, nerve wracking orgasm. Maybe, if I walked up to her, she'd let me mold her tits in my palms. Fuck's sake Sinclair! My cock was aching, straining against my slacks like a goddamn school boy who can't control his urges. Eve stood up on her toes, her head and back arched back and her face twisted in pleasure as a series of curses escaped her lips. She reached her climax. I watched Eve reach her climax. That image and sound would be stuck to my brain for the longest time. I don't know how long I stood lost in my thoughts for Eve to have turned to me. Her eyes were widened in surprise but she stood, bare and naked before me. Her breasts were still the same small things I remember, her nipples, pink and round. I forced a spittle down my throat. All I wanted was to have those in my mouth. “Uhm, Hi” Eve said and cleared her throat as she crossed her arms over her breasts. “I thought you had left.” Her cheeks and ears turned red. Was she embarrassed that I saw her naked? “Yeah I-” Why was I still in the house again? “Yeah, I forgot my briefcase, that is what I came back to get.” “Oh,” She lowered her gaze. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to catch me like this. I- my… my shower is broken so I just decided to use yours. The ones in the other rooms haven't been used for a long time, so…” “It's fine. You can use the bathroom till yours is fixed.” What the fuck was I saying? Could I stay one more day looking at Eve touch herself without trying to bend her over my knees? “Oh. I'll call the plumber today anyway, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, I-” She pointed to the door, one arm still hiding her breasts. “I really didn't mean for you to catch me like this.” She blinked off the drop of water that fell to her eyes. Her eyes were lidden with water and her blonde hair was now a golden brown color because of how wet they were. “Hold on,” I held her by the shoulder when she tried walking past me. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed two towels. “For your hair.” She muttered her usual ‘oh’ as she took it from me. I inched closer to her with the other towel and motioned for her to lift her arms up and she did. She let herself bare for me to consume. Her nipples stood firm and ready for me. Get a hold on yourself, Sinclair. I chided as I forced another spittle down my throat. How was this happening? When did I start wanting Eve this way? My fingers brushed against Eve’s skin and my dick jumped in need. I never knew wrapping a towel around a person's body would be so difficult. I was holding myself back from a lot of things especially telling her to go back in the shower and let me watch her reach her climax again. I secured the towel firmly around her body, she muttered a thank you, wrapped the other one around her head and as she left the room leaving my cock straining against my pants, I knew I was in for a long day. Seventeen hours, a mountain of paper work and a cup of stale coffee later, I couldn't get the image of Eve’s arched back and twisted face off my mind. How I managed to get through the day without giving in to the urge to rush back home and catch her in the shower again was surprising. My bulging dick was making it impossible for me to lay still. I needed a few hours of sleep before I would be greeted with meetings and paperwork but Eve, Lord, that woman… her body, her face twisted in pleasure, her standing on the tip of her toes to catch her climax, her… “Oh fuck,” I grumbled as I jumped up from my bed, shedding my pyjamas pants as I walked to the bathroom. A faint scent of vanilla and apple bodywash welcomed me and I ground my teeth to keep me from moaning. Eve was beginning to do to me things I couldn't understand. Standing under the shower with the images of Eve touching herself at the forefront of my memory, I fucked my hand.~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
~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.”
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 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
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
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
~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
~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