The Unconventional Mistress

But here I am, fighting her to do the opposite and she was the one resisting. That shit did not sit well with me. Not at fucking all. And her reticence only made me suspicious.

Not in the ‘do you know who I am how dare you not bend over backwards in gratitude’ sort of way, but more like ‘what the fuck’. This is the kind of shit I do when I know I’m not about to come calling again.

“Is there any particular reason why you don’t want me to take you home?” If she told me she had a man I think I’d have Reggie drive over to the Hudson and drop her in.

“Maybe.” So damn cheeky. “I’ll let you drop me off at my workplace though, that might be better.”

“Don’t you have to go home and change?”

“Nope, I always keep a spare outfit at the office, you never know when you’re going to need it; like now.”

That tic in my jaw that’s usually reserved for annoying asshole businessmen went to work. “What do you mean? You’ve done this before?” How did I forget that she has a mouth on her and a shitload of attitude to go with it?

She didn’t exactly look me up and down but it was close. And that grin she gave me spelt nothing but trouble. “What’s it to you? It’s not like we’re going to see each other again.”

I didn’t know I was going to do it, didn’t even realize that I was doing it, until I saw the widening of her eyes and the look of shocked surprise on her face.

“What’re you….?”

“Shut up. I asked you if you’ve done this before. Now answer me.”

“No, okay, now let go of my neck are you crazy?”

No, but I was about to choke the fuck out of her. What the hell is wrong with me? I haven’t acted like myself since I saw her on that damn stage.

That crack she made about us not seeing each other had got to me and I reacted badly. Not to mention the fact that the idea of her having spent the kind of night we had with someone else made me see red.

“What’s your last name?” I could always find out but it would take too much work to go through those channels when she was right here.

“Why?” I didn’t answer her but instead pressed the intercom button. “Reggie take us back to the penthouse.”

“No, wait, you lunatic what are you doing? It’s Parsons okay.”

“Never mind Reginald. And where is this place of business that you need to be dropped off at?” She gave me the address and I passed it on to him. I knew the area sparingly, it was the fashion district if I wasn’t mistaken.

“What is it that you do exactly?” She blushed and pulled at her hem.

“Do you remember the underwear I wore on stage and the one I’m wearing now, well partly wearing?” She waited for my nod.

“I designed them.”

“You don’t say.” I can’t say that I’d paid too much attention to her underwear other than to remember that it was yellow. But if she was designing shit like the one she wore on stage then the men of this city were in deep shit.

Stephanie

The car wasn’t moving fast enough for me. I needed out of his presence yesterday. What the hell had I gone and done to myself? And how did I not see this coming? His smooth face ass.

Just my luck, the first guy to make me cum, make my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head the way you only read about in cheesy novels, was way out of my league.

Not because of his wealth, well that wasn’t the only thing standing in my way, but the fact that we were complete opposites. I have no doubt that he was trolling last night. That he’s not in the habit of taking women like me to his bed.

But why the hell did he have to be so good? Everything about him, his scent, his feel, his touch, yeah especially his touch, and the way he made me feel when he looked at me.

I found myself getting jealous at the thought of him being that way with all his women, that I was nothing special to him and that’s when I knew I’d crossed the line. The line that I have in place for myself.

The reason I’ve been able to enjoy my adventures with the opposite sex thus far, is because I never let myself take things too seriously.

I knew what my future held, knew what awaited me back in that hometown I’d escaped from and it did not involve anyone I was going to meet here.

I only had a small window of time left before daddy dropped the hammer and dragged me back kicking and screaming to take over the business he’d built from the ground up. It was times like these I wish I wasn’t an only child.