All Chapters of Mr Sinclair's Mistress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rosalie "Hi, Grams!" I exclaim excitedly once I see her sitting in her favorite rocking chair."Rosalie, my darling. I've missed you. You haven't come to see me in days," she tells me and a hint of guilt makes my chest tighten.I've been really busy these past couple of days with work and... other things. There's a new contract that Mr. Sinclair is trying to acquire so it's been a stressful couple of days and nights for me. "I'm sorry, Grams. I've been busy at work, but I brought you your favorite burger to make up for it." I tell her happily before kissing her cheek and taking a seat beside her.I turn the fan on and I'm happy to see that the electricity isn't out anymore. I almost forgot to pay the bill because I've been too caught up with work during the day and then attending to Mr. Sinclair later at night. I've been meeting up with him every day for this week and it has always been the same. We have sex and then I leave, doesn't matter what time it is. He never objects, but he h

Rosalie "Rosalie, it's late right now but I'll send a message of the list of tasks I want you to get done by tomorrow," Nicholas tells me."Yes, sir. If you don't mind, I'd like a quick briefing on the tasks.He nods, "I want you to make reservations for my wife and me and also send her a bouquet of roses by one p.m." I feel my heart sink into my stomach and I can't help the hurt that suddenly covers me.My lips part to speak but no words come out of them. "Rosalie," Nicholas calls, snapping me out of my daze. "Did you hear everything I just said?""Y-yes, sir. Roses and reservations." I smile, "Got it."I keep trying to convince myself that I don’t care and that I’m happy for him when nothing could be further from the truth.Every night, my mind has been tormenting me with images of him with Natalia, warping my memories until all I can see is him touching her the way he touched me.When I close my eyes, I hear him whispering into her ear, telling her to look at no one but him. Just

Rosalie I always assumed the hangover part of too much alcohol was exaggerated sometimes, but right now as I lay in this overly comfy bed - that's definitely too soft to be mine, I want to strangle the source of that noise that's filling my ears. "What the bloody hell is that crap!" I murmur to myself trying to make out the source with my hands. I grab one of the pillows and place it over my head and I don't miss the sharp, delicious scent of new cologne that fills my nose. I use one hand to hold it in place and the other to search around for my phone. It took a minute, but the noise finally registered first among other things. That horrible noise is my phone.I find the phone on the other side of the bed and I bring it to my ears after answering the call. "Hello," I grumble. I don't care if I sound rude or sleepy the person should know better for interrupting my sleep so early in the morning."Hello, Rosalie!" The voice calls out. This person sounds too chirpy this morning.

Rosalie "Are you a pushover, Rosalie?" Mr Sinclair's words have been ringing in my head since I got home from work.Who even asks anyone that sort of question anyway?I didn't consider myself a pushover. Just because I didn't talk back or argue with people during certain situations, doesn't make me a pushover.It irked me how much he had been pushing me lately and I hated that I let it get to me. The sudden change started the morning after I stayed over at his house, it was as if he was hell-bent on making me disrespect him. Was that his plan? Did he want to push me till I snapped and said something unforgivable and then he'd fire me? Was all this pushing simply a way out? Oh, God! I hate how he's able to turn me into this overthinking person.I hate thinking about things I have no control over. Just like the so-called outing we had. He had intentionally refrained from giving me details despite the numerous text messages I sent to him asking what sort of outing we were attending.Pa

Nicholas Zane Wyatt's hand dips a little lower until his fingertips are brushing right over her ass, and he pulls her flush against him. I expected her to push away from him, but she smiles up at him.For a moment, thoughts of the two of them flash through my mind. His lips on hers, a soft moan escaping her lips as she rises to her tiptoes… his hands roaming over her body, feeling every single one of those irresistible curves, her eyes filling with lust. Each thought torments me further until I can barely stand it.I grit my teeth and take a step away from my grandmother. “Excuse me,” I tell someone in front of me before they make way and I step past, barely able to restrain my anger.Rosalie’s eyes meet mine before I reach her, and that beautiful smile melts right off her face. Why is it that she’s always so expressionless around me when she laughs like that around assholes like Zane?When she's around me she's all innocent and quiet. Is all that an act?I grit my teeth and reach for