The billionaire's reluctant mistress

Chapter 14

Chapter 14:

He had said: “Thank f**k, Rachel, you are not sixteen anymore.”

His warm soft lips were once again glued to hers, an electric current quickly spread throughout her body, paralyzing her entire body. Rachel completely lost her mind, she laid down on the narrow bed, two helpless arms wrapped around his shoulders. She felt like she was on a boat in the middle of the ocean, waves of love crashing and falling over her, washing everything away.

They kissed each other endlessly and passionately. Rachel had been kissed before, but a kiss had never made her feel this way. She couldn't help but raise her head curiously: "You've been wanting to kiss me since I was sixteen years old?"

He looked deeply into her eyes, warm hands cupping her face: "Earlier than that."

She giggled: "Lucky you, no one put you in jail."

He hugged her tightly and smiled: "Yes, lucky for me indeed. You don't know how tormented I was."

Later, he told her that during the first year when they first met, he had had no bad thoughts. After all, she was only twelve or thirteen years old, still wearing braces and looking like a child.

He began to change his mind one summer while visiting town. He happened to see a very attractive girl in a green swimsuit, but when she turned around, he realized she was Uncle Hardy's niece. At that time, her body was almost fully developed.

“I thought I was possessed by a demon. Although you looked very mature, our age gap was too big.”

"So it's not too big now?"

He laughed: “Still big, but I think we can get through it.”

Finally, she had found her destination in this lonely, boring world.

“Flynn…” She was just about to take a step forward to express her intentions when suddenly he hugged her tightly, kissing her plump lips. This time he didn't keep his gentlemanly demeanor like before, his hand went inside her pure white chiffon mini shirt. From her waist, it gradually went up, then stopped at the bottom of her flat stomach. She thought he had a lot of experience with other women, but he seemed shy as his hand became hungry, but then again hastily withdrew its force, as if he was worried that he might hurt her if he let himself go wild. A moment later, seeing no signs of rejection from her, he began to touch her with less hesitation. Her body was close to his, she could hear his heavy breath and his heart was pounding fast.

The night was beautiful. His strong arm lifted her soft body up and laid it on the bed. That night, he was like a greedy child with a bag full of candy after Halloween. He held her like holding an extremely fragile crystal in his hands, every touch was extremely careful. It was her first time with a man. It was a little painful but she didn’t mind because she was ready, knowing that soon, pure excitement and happiness would come. He made sure not to hurt her too much and tried to reduce the pain for her. Slow and sensuous strokes, suggestive and sensual. Finally they were both tired and exhausted, holding each other in their arms. Such a wonderful feeling.

The next morning, when she got up to go to school, he grabbed her waist and gently placed her under him. “Don't go…”

“I have to go to school.”

"Stay with me." He kissed her on the lips without giving her a chance to answer, surrounding her small body with his. Erotic rhythm rushed through their veins. For the next three days, they barely left the small room or, more precisely, the bed. When they were hungry, he cooked simple dishes for her. They made love until she was tired again and rested her head on his warm shoulder, slowly falling asleep. Sometimes, when she woke up, Flynn was sleeping. She used her grateful finger to write a few words on his back: "Flynn, I love you."

He was awakened by her, his sleepy eyes staring at her dreamily.

Rachel smiled and asked, "Guess what I wrote?"

His hand quietly caressed her breast, the hot palm gently pressed against the tender tips, making her whole body weak. He lay on top of her passionately kissing her soft lips. She had read somewhere that kissing is another way to express love, that it was also the language of love, one with intense emotions. Now, as they had tasted it, they could hardly restrain themselves from indulging in carnal lust.

Such sweet days made Rachel truly believe that no one or nothing could separate them, because she couldn't be without him even for a minute. He was her life, her whole life.

Since that day, Rachel and Flynn were an item. Each passing day was happy with endless love. She finally understood what it meant to be completely in love. Even if the whole world told her that men's vows were all lies, she wouldn't believe them. Rachel believed he wholeheartedly loved her. Then, later in life, she would discover that she was wrong.

Rachel's heart fluttered when she remembered how satisfied she had been when she was dating Flynn. She had loved many things in her life, but surely those loves were far from the level of passion as the love she had for Flynn. Back then, Flynn was everything she could think of. He filled Rachel with so much excess that she had no energy left to devote to anything else. There was no time or motivation left to even contemplate higher education or a career in the future. She remembered taking the bus to school day by day, becoming more adept at socializing with her friends and completing subjects at just a mediocre level. She was so happy that she kept telling herself things like, "I don't need to work so hard. Money doesn't matter to me at all. I'm happy with a simple life."

A month passed and every day she lived a life filled with sweetness. They said love was like coffee in that between fragrances there was a bitter taste. But for her, love was pure honey.

They spent most of their time together. On the rare nights they weren’t together , Rachel often went out with her friends, but she prefered staying at home, where she could fantasize about Flynn or plan their next adventure together. She loved to make playlists of the best songs and movies, to share with her wonderful, intelligent and thoughtful lover. She was always eager to please Flynn, to impress him, to make sure he needed and loved her as much as she needed and loved him. At first everything seemed fine. Flynn was as infatuated with Rachel as she was for him, only in a more manly way. He never completely forgot about his job as he was older and had progressed further in his work. He had more responsibilities, more obligations. Flynn even brought her into his work life, letting her hang around during interviews, taking her to work on weekends to help organize his documents or simply watching him in his office while he wrote reports. And he, like her, was always willing to ignore friends and family, preferring their alone time together, just the two of them. Things went on like that for months, and it felt so magical, so unreal. The two never tired of talking. Every goodbye, whether on the phone or in person, lingered forever, as if this could be the last minute of the whole world. Rachel willingly gave up sleep to chat, asking countless questions about his past. No detail of childhood was too trivial to overlook. Rachel even took a picture of a six-year-old Flynn with a missing front tooth from his photo album, framed it, and left it beside the nightstand.

Rachel felt like she had revealed her whole being to him, hiding nothing. She confided in him all her insecurities, from embarrassing nonsense, to deeper problems. She told him all about her family, the vague loss of insecurity that had dogged her, pursued her since childhood until now. No matter how much her aunt and uncle made up for it, she had never told anyone the story.One of the earliest memories she had of her parents was, in fact, rather unpleasant - an image that still haunted her to this day. Her family was going somewhere together and it was snowing. The street was covered in a white blanket, and her parents were arguing about something. Her father angrily grabbed the mapbook from the dashboard and threw it at her mother. The book didn't actually hit her, but her mother burst into tears, and cried for a long time afterward. Each time, Flynn listened and comforted her. He told her that, even though she lost her parents as a child, they still had made her the person she was today.

Flynn also shared his own secrets, stories about his conflicted life. He didn’t tell her anything about his dad but he did say things about his single mother who didn't seem to want him. He told her that he wished he had the money to go to a better, more prestigious university and get a degree. He, like her, sometimes felt small, insignificant in front of wealthy colleagues with flashy resumes and elegant behaviour from famous private schools. He saw that this world was too big. At this point, he had graduated a couple of years earlier, and his career was on the rise. Honestly, Rachel couldn’t remember what his specific job position was,, only that it was something to do with a fairly large brokerage firm. She found it hard to believe that someone like Flynn could feel self-conscious about the world, but his soft side only made her love him more, because they were the same, lonely and lost. That was okay, she thought innocently. They had found each other, and they would make up for all that emptiness together. And then, besides everything else, and perhaps more important than anything else, there was a magnetism between the two of them. Their physical relationship, replete with intoxicating s*x, that was unlike anything Rachel had ever experienced before. From the first time, she was not embarrassed to have s*x with Flynn. There was nothing she wouldn't do for him, to him even. They kept saying that surely this couldn't be more satisfying, yet somehow it just kept getting better, again and again.

The feeling of being with him was like being on a roller coaster. Rachel was always lustful and greedy with both s*x and love. It all seemed too wonderful to be true. So it shouldn't have come as a surprise to her to realize that, indeed, it was too great to be true.