The Billionaire's Mistress

Book 2

Chapter 3

Two weeks passed and there was no word from Conrad. I couldn’t concentrate at work at the thought of the fact that I may have just added to his collection of girls frightened me as it was the tendency with most of the rich men in the city.

I had tried reaching to him on several occasions to no avail; he was neither taking my call nor was he returning any of my messages. I spent several sleepless nights with the tormenting thoughts of Conrad’s disappearance. If only he could show himself to me and tell me why things had gone sour, perhaps it would be satisfying for my arching soul.

I had adorned myself in a crimson sparkling flooring robe that Conrad had given me as a gift during our stay in the Idaho. I marched frantically to the address he had texted me with my hair brushed neatly to fall over my right cheek and with the sort of confidence that I always carried myself about.

My heart leapt exaggeratedly as I played a gentle knock on the hotel room. The five star hotel was at the center of the city and perhaps the best in quality at the time. The gigantic structure was made of exotic walls and heavily decorated ornaments.

I waited a while and the door cracked open, revealing his elongated body mass that lay underneath a pair of brown Italian suit over a black shirt with a gold chain that blessed his masculine beauty. I entered the expansive room while Conrad held the door. He eyed me as I nestled on the armchair that adorned the center of the room.

“You look stunning.” Conrad managed with eyes fixed to the vent that exposed my laps.

“Just so you know I didn’t come here to be complimented by you.” I rolled my eyes girlishly and threw my gaze on the floor to ceiling window that exposed the main street. The gentle breeze flushed gently into the room but I was suffocating from the bottling thoughts that flipped in and out of my mind.

“That was a fact, not a compliment.” He spoke trying to muster the courage to present his case. The thought of having him so close yet so far was killing me. All I wanted to do was to run into his arms and kiss him but I wanted to make him understand that I wasn’t just a toy that he could play with at his discretion.

“Conrad can you explain to me why you have been avoiding me? Was I just one of your usual adventures?” I demanded sternly, erasing the tear drop that rushed down my cheeks and focused on the busy street. I couldn’t afford to be weak in front of him. As much as I couldn’t admit that I could stay away from him, I just wanted him to tell me to my face that he didn’t want me.

“How could you even think that what we had was adventure?” His eyes popped out of their socket, I couldn’t tell if he felt bad for treating me the way he did or he was just putting up a drama which he knew I would fall for. “Jess you mean more than just fun to me and you know it.” His voice was calm and charming and he moved slowly towards me. “Baby I don’t know what came over me I swear.” He cradled my small hands into his while I ignored his luring advances completely. He sure was the love of my life. The way the man made me feel, I was sure there wasn’t any man in the world that had the powers to make me feel so special.

“I guess,” He continued, “I was afraid.” Studying my countenance, my brows were twisted in as much as I tried not to sound too melodramatic. He didn’t owe me anything. A man will say everything to get a woman into his bed. Maybe that’s how all men behave I thought. He had proved to be different from the other men folk and I had sincerely hoped he wouldn’t prove me wrong.

“Afraid?” I spun involuntarily to face him. He grabbed me closely into his arms, breaking my all my defense.

“Yes Jess afraid… if you were real.” I softened knowing why he was afraid. It was consoling that the doubt was on how much he needed to be assured that I loved him and not from his part. “Now I am sure about what we feel for each other.” He paused.

“This is all a game to you?” I demanded outrageously. “What did he think of me, some w***e or loose woman?” Thoughts rose within me.

“No my love,” his lips approached mine. “You mean so much to me, more than you know.” He pressed a soft kiss on my lips and instantly my body rose up in flames.

I looked at his tempting lips which were now a few centimeters from mine and the urge to kiss him possessed me completely. I succumbed instantly to the enchanting moment he had induced.

“Don’t ever disappear on me like this again.” I managed struggling to get some air. He knew the right buttons to touch and like a spell I would be doing his bidding. I pressed a hand underneath his fitting shirt and unbuttoned it gently with the sort of passion he loved.

“You can count on that honey.” He assured blocking my gaze probably in a manner to assure me. He kissed me gently once again and in staggering steps we drifted towards the bed that was draped in immaculate white sheets. I placed him to sit and sat over his laps munching his lips delicately. He crossed his hands over my back and peeled off my bra. He grabbed one of my n*****s and ate of them gently, sending waves of passion down my spine living me in an ecstatic motion. I wriggled as he ate of my apples while letting out exciting moans.

I climbed over his shaft gently after pulling out his trousers. His rod was stiff, waiting to devour me. I brushed my p***y over his banana rod while he fixed both hands on my waist with an eagerness that spoke of his desire.

I fixed his spike into my juicy paradise with my hands and we both let out a loud moan of excitement. He fitted neatly into my labia and without waste I began to bang him. I hopped slowly while his rod dug deep setting my hormones into confusion. I closed my eyes to enjoy the ecstasy that was setting my heart ablaze but all that brought me back to earth as Conrad’s tender moans filled the room.

The two lamp stands on the bed painted beautiful shadows that rolled from one end to another. I jabbed Conrad and then leaned forward to have a taste of his sweet lips which he readily offered. His moist tongue brushed my ears and I wriggled uncontrollably over his body while he stroke my back tenderly.

We lasted for a moment and then our breaths went stiff with excitement. We let out mild whispers making countless promises. He definitely was unique in his charms and I felt fortunate to have him in my world. Nevertheless thoughts of his coldness over the past weeks crept in on me and sadness was about to overcome me once again.

***

I resumed work with enormous bliss. The week was hectic and the entire crew had to work extra hard to impress the new boss. The CEO of the Atlantic Airlines had handed the management of the company to his granddaughter and from all indication she was going to scrutinize the crew and decide on which of the employees to keep. I had not met her but news about her strict policies had spread like wild fire in the company. I needed to keep my job; as such I was willing to do whatever was necessary to make it remain that way.

The red curtains that walled our sitting room flagged as the swift winds rushed outside. I pinned my gaze on a portrait that hung at the center of the room with few decorations. Amanda had done her best to make sure that our flat looked contemporary but I preferred to bury myself in my books in my small room. Meeting Conrad brought fresh inspiration but his inconsistencies in our relationship were becoming a call for concern.

Martin on the other hand was becoming a thorn to my flesh, but in all honesty he had always been there for me when I needed him. I was losing my mind on account of Conrad and I continually wondered if he was worth the candle. “Maybe he is.” A voice rose from my subconscious. For him to have made my blood rush the way it did, he sure was worthy of my attention. However, if things went the way they did, I was going to call it quit. I sincerely wished my heart would let go when that time came.

“Don’t tell me lover girl is sad because lover boy has not called?” Amanda teased as usual. It was weekend and for some reason she had decided to stay home. I was definitely in for so much as she would make it a duty to taunt me whenever we were together. Her free spirit was enviable but her silly remarks were somewhat irritating.

“Not again Amanda, you aren’t going to start making insinuations about my mood, will you?” I managed to dismiss whatever charade she was about to start up this time around.

“Of course not honey, for the records it’s not an insinuation.” She dropped her bag on the couch and fell on her butts on the other couch were I nestled. “It’s call truth darling.” She continued with utmost certainty. “That guy is written all over you, everyone can see it.” I bit my lower lip probably for the fact that she always had her way of reading my every mood. She always knew what was going on with me at every point in time and there was nothing I could do to stop her from expressing her mind on issues concerning me.

”Oh please, spare me your hallucinations.” I jested, trying to dismiss her case.

“Call it whatever you want girl, I just think it’s unwise to put all your eggs in one basket.” She provoked girlishly, moving to the tall refrigerator that nestled by the window.

“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” I felt a twitch in my chest as she spoke the words; maybe she was right I popped my eyes out. Maybe I was investing too much emotion on a guy I barely knew.

“What I mean my dear Jess is that for all you know that guy may not be taking you as serious as you are taking him” She emerged with two glasses of juice and place one in front of me.

“He’s serious.” I argued almost immediately.”

“I’m just saying.” She took a sip from her glass. “Men sometimes are not what they make us believe they are. For all you know this your...” She continued.

“His name is Conrad.” I cut in.

“This Conrad of a guy may be married you never can tell.” She emptied her glass and poured more juice.

“Can you stop?” I yelled. “Why are you always so pessimistic?” I demanded. The thought of Conrad married was like a crazy illusion Amanda was trying to lure me into.

“Okay, I was just saying. I mean you said ever since you guys separated from Australia he’s been acting weird.” Amanda panned the TV channels and settled on a news channel. “Maybe he is married and doesn’t just know how to tell you.” She continued while I explored the option in my gut.

“You know what; you are such a joy kill.” I took a vivid sip of my drink to wash away the negative energy she was inspiring.

“With men my dear you never know.” She continued while my eyes wandered in sheer confusion. Amanda was just what I needed to get me all worked up as Conrad had disappeared on me one more time. What the hell.

“No…no…he ain’t married.” I cautioned myself as the thought of it was driving me instantaneously insane.

Chapter 4

I pushed my suitcase to one corner of the metallic bed. I pulled my shoes and flung them in anger burying my face in my hands. What was going to become of me without a job? How was I going to help out with the rents and the expenses? My heart fell in my stomach. The worst had happened and I didn’t know where I went wrong. As much as I could remember all I had been to the Atlantic Airlines was diligence yet they kicked me out like a dog in the street.

They jerked me out of the company without any compensation and I wondered what will become of my life. I brushed my eyes mildly, to get rid of the tears that constantly drizzled, soiling my neck. Working with the airline was a milestone towards achieving success in my career as a writer but my world came crashing down as I tore open the eviction letter.

The management had retained their former staff and there were job adverts for people who wanted to work in the airline. I was convinced in my guts that someone from the inside wanted to see me out in the streets but I could not place my finger on where the problem was coming from.

I snatched my phone from my suit pocket and pinned my gaze on it for a moment. I desperately needed to talk to a friend. Amanda was on the crew traveling to Venice. I dialed Conrad’s number but there was no answer.

I tossed myself sluggishly and grabbed a bottle of scotch from the fridge and gulped from the bottle. Life was unfair. Just a couple of days ago I felt like the world was at my feet with a well paid job and the love of my life, but in less than no time I felt like an outcast. I gulped some more Scotch, batting my eyes in pain. I was suffocating from inside and all I just wanted to do was drink myself to stupor.

***

I brushed my neatly braided hair to the side and smeared the red lip gloss evenly on my lips to give my face the desired appeal. The $100 robe I wore held my butts tightly as I paced into the drinking lounge at the city square. It was the finest in the town and as fresh as my memory was, Conrad had mentioned it was one of his favorite spot.

Desperation took control of my soul and against Amanda’s wish; I had insisted I wanted to get a clue as to what Conrad may have been hiding from me. Amanda obliged me to take her along and I couldn’t say no. She felt sorry for me for losing my job and she was also certain that there was something sinister about my dismissal.

“Wait a minute.” I struggled with my voice under my gut. I had seen a man who fitted Conrad’s description. He was dressed in a black tuxedo suit and over a fitting pair of white shirt that matched his shoes.

“What’s wrong with you?” Amanda asked. I stood dumbfounded as a huge blonde lady approached him and pressed a soft kiss on his cheeks. My heart skipped in anguish and I managed to hide the pain that was about betraying me as my eyes leaked. “Are you okay?” Her curious stare searched mine and she looked simultaneously towards Conrad who was in the arms of the blonde.

“There he is.” I said simply, in a wicked grin. It hurt so badly and I almost burst into tears.

“What, that’s Conrad?” She asked amazed, probably at his charms, but that was the least of my concerns. Now I understood why he had been too busy to have time for me. “He sure is cute.” She teased. Amanda didn’t know when to stop. She couldn’t spare me her craziness even at a time like this when my heart was in pain.

“Can you just shut up; can’t you see he’s with another woman?” I asked in a jolt of anger that boiled down my throat. I felt like strangling both he and the plump who was masked in a pair of transparent glasses. She spelt richness from her appearance but not as beautiful as I would have imagined. He sure did have a horrible taste. Maybe I was the one who had a terrible taste for letting him take me on a fool’s ride.

“Oh please stop making a farce girl. Did you honestly think a man of such caliber will keep just one woman? We live in a real world girl.” Amanda chuckled. It was obvious she didn’t know what it meant to be in love.

“Amanda please take me out of here.” I bleated almost tearfully.

“It’s okay honey, I know how you feel.” She took my hands and we walked out of the bar section of the lounge. The guys in company of Conrad made passes at Amanda who was dressed in a licentious manner with a hot pant and a crop top over a pair of green heels that gave her the stunning look of a model

I played at angry look at Conrad as our eyes met in the middle of the room. His countenance was bleak and I quickly suspected that the over bearing blonde was his wife. She was all over him and I felt my heart crashing in my belly. Amanda was right. Men were deceivers and could not be trusted. He had used me but for some inexplicable reason I found myself not being able to get him off my mind.

The dimly lit moon stood above my window as I vanished in my thoughts. The night was lovely but all that flooded my mind were irrevocable memories of the days I spent with Conrad. The nights were so long and he told me that the sun and the moon rose and set in my eyes and I must admit I was consumed by his sweet words.

Seeing him with another woman at the bar was like a dream and instantly I realized how wrong I had been to trust in his words and his deceptive professions. He certainly was good at what he did and I could commend him first hand for driving me into some crazy hallucinations in the name of love. I clung to the edge of the curtains that draped to the floor and let out a sigh of anguish. Sleep had escaped from my eyes and for a moment I felt envious of the free spirited Amanda who had little or no time for commitments.

I had hoped to look my very best, probably with the dying hope of rekindling the flames I thought were worth dying for. Conrad had made an impromptu call. He was tired of being a coward and wanted to face me once and for all. I put my cell phone in my bag and dashed a wincing glance at the dressing mirror to make sure I looked pretty. I rolled my hair in a huge ponytail and adorned it with a crystal clip, while my pair of gold earrings jingled as I shut the door from behind.

“You should have told me you were married. There was no reason for you to lie to me.” I began, trying as much as I could to maintain a decent conversation. I was in a rage, but I was willing to hear him out-that’s how much I loved him. I drifted from one end of the room in sheer agitation avoiding his gaze. He sat on the white circling couch that graced the hotel room and after a brief moment he spoke.

“I was a coward Jess. I didn’t want to lose you.” He bleated almost confidently like he had everything under control. I had sincerely hoped he will tell me he is single that everything was a misunderstanding but he was not denying being married.

“This has always been about you right?” I managed between a frown and a chuckle. “So you were married and you led me on all this while? How wicked could you be?” I demanded tearfully looking away from him. The man had such an effect on me that was overwhelming and God help me if I could get over him.

“On the contrary my love, you have brought so much sunshine in my life and…” He continued moving closer to me and I could feel my heart palpitating.

“Oh Conrad don’t patronize me.” I scolded brushing my hair with both hands to release some steam. “Now I’m your sunshine?” I chuckled provocatively in absolute confusion. “What are you going to say next, that you are going to divorce your wife and marry me? That will be the last straw.” I responded perplexed at the manner in which he was addressing the issue.

“Yeah, I could sweetheart, I could.” The words came out aloud. It felt like he wanted to be with me but there was something else about his marriage that he didn’t want to tell.

“Can you hear yourself Conrad Morgan, are you nuts or are you just taking me for a fool?” I asked, trying to make sense out of what he was saying.

“I love you too much to get you in harm’s way honey.” Something about his voice indicated that he had deep concern for me but his actions towards me were appalling.

“What harm’s way are you talking about? All I needed from you was to be sincere with me and now you are telling me bananas?” I continued. He was speaking in parables and I was getting irritated.

“I love you but I just can’t do this.” He held my hands and cradled it into his, with eyes that trickled a tear.

“Conrad, why? I love you; let me be your mistress. Can’t you see I’m losing my mind over you?” I broke out in tears. I couldn’t recognize my own words. What was I doing, throwing all dignity in the wind? What was it about this man that washed me off my sense of pride?

“I love you too baby. You deserve more than to be my mistress.” He wiped off the tears that rolled down my cheeks and pressed a kiss on my forehead. “I don’t want her to hurt you Jess. I can’t take it if anything bad happens to you. You deserve nothing but the best.” He held me tightly while I let out uncontrollable sobs.

“Nothing will happen to me, just stay with me baby.” I insisted, pinning my gaze on him. His countenance was stiff and anguish fanned my soul.

“You don’t know what Gabriela is capable of.” He added. I could tell he was in love with me and that he desired to spend forever with me but he was obviously didn’t want to hurt his wife and God knows what she held against him.

“Why don’t we run away?” I suggested with watery eyes, holding on to a shred of hope that he will consider the latter.

“Run away?” He asked shocked at how insane I had turned out.

“Yes, let’s go where no one will ever find us.” I continued begging his gaze.

“Jessica, are you alright. Do you know what you are talking about?” He demanded trying to make me see reasons.

“Maybe I’m not making any sense, but for you, I’m willing to do anything.” I continued tearfully.

“You deserve better than running away with a married man can’t you see? He pleaded with me. “I don’t want you to get into trouble because of me I am already feeling terrible for you losing your job.” He tried to shove back the words into his mouth but it was too late.

My guts did do me some justice as I had always imagined that losing my job was no ordinary incident. I had the feeling that someone or something was after me but little did I know that it was because of Conrad.

“So your wife knows about us?” I asked feeling jealous.

“Yes she does.” He responded simply.

“No wonder you are willing to break up with me. I get the point.” I responded in a rage. He didn’t want to lose his rich wife as well as other assets that he wielded on account of his marriage to the rich heiress.