~Eve
I 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 was certain they were red. Both from cold and embarrassment. “It's fine,” He said and took a sip and spat it back into the cup immediately. My eyes widened in surprise and my senses stood in alert. Did I make a bad cup of coffee? “Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize…” “Don't,” he sighed and placed the cup on the table. “Don't apologize, Evie. You’ve done nothing wrong.” And there was that nickname again. For the second time in four years, he called me ‘Evie’ just like he did when he loved me. I tightened the duvet around my body and his brow dropped as he ran me a once over before turning his back to me, he was in turmoil, I could tell. “You didn't come back for dinner as you promised.” I tried to speak in a low voice and the words came out lower than expected. “Now is not the right time, Eve.” His chest rose and fell and he took a deep sigh before turning to me. “I had work to do, the company wouldn't run itself, you know?” “Yeah, sure.” I nodded. My eyes instinctively went to each and every one of the gifts I left in the room, they were twenty-five of them, for the five years we've been together multipled by five. A constant renewal of love, that was how I felt about him. “You don't believe it, do you?” He took a step back, crossed his arms and held his chin with his thumb as though he was thinking. “Believe what?” “That thing Jimmy Willy wrote about me. About me and Clara Evans?” “Oh,” that has come as a big slap to my face. One minute, I was grieving over the fact that once again, my husband failed to keep his promise and the next minute, he was making the headlines about having a mistress. A mistress whom I thought was long forgotten. “Come on, Evie, you can't tell me you possibly believe that. I don't have anything with Clara or anybody else and besides, I'd never do that to you.” My eyes lit up with emotions I haven't felt for years. Did Sinclair just put me first? “Yes, Evie. It has always been you, it's me and you against the world, isn't it?” “It is.” I muttered and cleared my throat. “It is.” I said loudly the second time. Sinclair closed up the gap between us and I sucked in a sharp breath at the proximity. It felt unfamiliar yet nostalgic. “Come on, Eve, you are the last person I want doubting me about this. I'd never do that to you and I want you to believe me. I need to make sure you trust me first before I can start working on my public image.” “I believe you, Sinclair, I totally do. I don't know why Jimmy Willy published that type of a thing about you. What are you doing about your public image? If there's anything you want me to do for you about it, just say the word and I'd do just that.” “Actually, there is something.” :> :> The olive silk dress I wore clung to my body as I walked into the Declan manor hand-in-hand with Sinclair. The manor has stood for over two centuries and the Declans’ were celebrating the birth of a new life into the family. “Are you sure Anastasia is not mad? I can go back if she still wants to come.” I said in a whisper as I looked up at Sinclair. He had already RSVPed this event with his assistant, Anastasia. “Nonsense, Evie. You are my wife and you are automatically my plus one to any event. I shouldn't have thought of coming here with her in the first place. I didn't put you first and I'm sorry about that.” I nodded. I've been doing that a lot since today, especially since I promised to help Sinclair's reputation. I have been listening to him and whatever he says goes. He took my hand in his again and we walked up to the host to greet them and to celebrate their newborn. Sinclair and I had decided to put off having a baby till we were ready but we haven't given it much thought since then. I was happy, truly I was. Sinclair was looking at me and talking to me, I was in an event alongside him, my marriage was finally working and that was all that mattered. “I spy someone who would be just good for my company, make yourself comfortable while I go talk to him. It would just be a minute and I would be right back.” Sinclair said after the hosts excused themselves to go to great other guests. I nodded and I watched him walk away. I relaxed my shoulders and stood tall, straightening the skirt of my dress with my palms. I had fitted the dress last minute but it looked as though it was custom made for me. I swiped a glass of champagne from a waiter and took a sip. Sinclair must really think of me as a dumb, weak woman but I'd have my heart in my hands and my eyes in my mouth before I will let him cross me again. I scanned the crowd for the very first name on the list I made up in my head the minute I stepped into the manor. The event was a celebration but was also a form of networking for rich and important people and I knew that the persons I wanted would be right there. And there were but first, I began with the first person. He was by the bar pouring himself a whiskey on the rocks. With his hair slicked back,his stomach that went before him and with the number of times he has been rushed to the hospital, one would think he would stick strictly to water but, I guess the old man had a die hard habit. Taking another sip of my champagne, I walked to him, my heels making a click-click sound against the tiled floor. I clicked my champagne glass against his as I reached him, his brows furrowed as I looked me up and down. “And you are?” “Eve Stone. Richard Reynolds, we need to talk.”~ 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
~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 It was 5:30 in the morning when I woke up, I was used to waking up at that time to make breakfast and make Sinclair his morning coffee before he headed to work. He was still sleeping peacefully so I paused to admire his face, we were at it all night and the thought made me flush red. We finally got intimate for the first time in years, it was a pity all this was happening now because it won't waver my resolve. I must regain what was mine so him being so nice recently wouldn't stop it… it won't. Although I'm not sure why I was repeating this mantra in my head like I was feeling guilty. I wasn't. I decided to leave his room to mine before he woke up, we did have quite a few wines and were a bit tipsy when we slept together yesterday. I didn't want him to wake up completely sober and feel regretful which would lead to a fight. Once the thought solidified, I got up quietly, wrapped the light purple robe around my naked form and made for the door in a tiptoe. I almost ma
Eve“Ma’am, your guest has arrived” the waiter announced by the door.“Let her in and bring in the food” I instructed calmly. “Yes, ma'am” the waiter answered and walked away.A minute later, the door opened and my ‘guest’ walked in. It was Clara Evans, the cause of the scandal.I had invited her to lunch at a traditional Korean restaurant because I wanted to speak with her, the special private room provided the privacy I needed. I kept my face straight, bored even and I didn't even spare her a glance as she slowly sat on the ground across from me. She wasn't her hot-tempered self that appeared at my house the previous time, perhaps it was because she knew she had lost the battle. Her scandal had disappeared from everyone's mind and even if she were to spring up again, she won't gain more traction as the people seemed to be in love with the Mr and Mrs Stone chemistry.But then, I wasn't wicked. She had helped me get to where I was as quickly as possible because of her interference.
EveIt was the anniversary party today.The large beautifully decorated hall housed people from all walks of life. The Stone Capital was having such an extravagant party, who wouldn't dare attend?With how big the event was, it was clear that the Clara scandal was now a thing of the past. The only discussion on everybody's lips was the striking couple, Mr and Mrs Stone.Now that I thought about, the only time I made the news, apart from until I turned twelve, was when I got married to Sinclair. After that, it would seem like I had disappeared from the world because I never really brought myself out, I was hiding in the cloak of a marriage like a captive.“Ready, love?” Sinclair asked beside me as he angled his arm for mine to pass through. He was dressed in a fine French tuxedo and his dark hair was gelled back, he looked dashing in his slightly muscular build. I smiled at him and hooked my arm around his, “always.” I replied. He nodded and we both stepped into the hall from behind t
EveI entered the house with a tired sigh. I have had the most busy day, with the court case, the anniversary and my secret plans.Luckily the court case was easily settled with one visit to the start up company, they were amateurs and was clearly relying on some terrible advise to think that Stone Capital was a pushover. I only had to make a few calls to find some good illegal dealings against them. A little threat and they were shivering and begging for mercy, the court case was immediately revoked and I strutted out of there with a smirk on my face.It was why I told Sinclair not to worry, that I would handle it on my own. I had my own ways and if Sinclair found out, he would be shocked out of his mind.As for Brando Blackwood, he was a done deal already. He was infact very impressed with my proposal and ‘fierceness’ that he said was “Very unexpected”. He has been a long time investor with my husband and has never seen me or heard of me in a broad sense. It was a striking first imp
SinclairThe sound of my phone ringing made me groan in frustration, I wanted to sleep some more but the caller was clearly against that. I opened my eyes reluctantly and began searching lazily for my phone.The sound of running water in the bathroom stopped and the door opened, “Aren’t you going to answer that? It's been ringing for a while.” Evie stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around her chest.I eyed her wet body and flashes of everything beneath that towel came to mind in an instant. Evie was so damn gorgeous, how I missed that before was beyond me. She has been my wife for years and it felt like I was only truly seeing her now.She tilted her head and corked her eyebrows in a cute way, still waiting for an answer from me.“Yeah, of course.” I reluctantly tore my eyes away and grabbed my phone.It was my secretary calling, I answered the call and placed it on my ear.“Hello Sir, good morning and sorry to disturb you so early.” She said with clear anxiousness in her tone.
Eve“I think my wife should take care of this event, it was her idea so no one will handle it better. What do you think, Evie?” Sinclair asked few minutes into the anniversary party discussion.The room became silent as all eyes turned to me for an answer, I smiled and assumed my most flattered face, “Thank you, Sinclair. I am honored and I promise to make it a blast, one that would keep the people talking” I answered.I wasn't expecting to be anchoring the event but since I was offered, I will gladly take it. It would allow me a solid excuse to be close to the board and investors so I can convince them to take my side. I had to thank my husband, for making things easier for me.“Brillant idea. Mrs. Stone has outdone herself in just a few days of joining the company. I believe the party preparation is in good hands” Richard chipped in for support and the other board nodded in approval as well.The meeting ended with the discussion of the anniversary party coming up and the preparation
Eve It was 5:30 in the morning when I woke up, I was used to waking up at that time to make breakfast and make Sinclair his morning coffee before he headed to work. He was still sleeping peacefully so I paused to admire his face, we were at it all night and the thought made me flush red. We finally got intimate for the first time in years, it was a pity all this was happening now because it won't waver my resolve. I must regain what was mine so him being so nice recently wouldn't stop it… it won't. Although I'm not sure why I was repeating this mantra in my head like I was feeling guilty. I wasn't. I decided to leave his room to mine before he woke up, we did have quite a few wines and were a bit tipsy when we slept together yesterday. I didn't want him to wake up completely sober and feel regretful which would lead to a fight. Once the thought solidified, I got up quietly, wrapped the light purple robe around my naked form and made for the door in a tiptoe. I almost ma
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.(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
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