The Billionaire's Mistress

Book 3

Chapter 5

My heart tore into shreds as I walked out of the hotel room leaving him dazed. He had a point, I had been with him in less than a month and my job was gone. God help me if we had to spend forever together. If only he felt for me half what he felt for his wife, I could have been the happiest girl alive. “What was it about the potbellied woman that he cherished?” My guts grinned. The saying that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder definitely had some truth in this case.

I had been fishing in someone’s pond all the while and just like the mistress that I was, maybe it was only fair that I be tossed aside. My ego was blatantly crushed. If Conrad only gave me the chance, I could fight for him till death, but he was the very essence of the pain that lurked in my heart as a deadly nightmare.

I should have listened to Amanda, my face turned pale as I managed to cross the jammed street. I felt a dizziness that was unusual but I paid no attention to it. I was concerned with how to get rid of the pain I was feeling in my heart. I lost my job because of Conrad and I also lost Conrad. “What a looser” I gasped for more air. The summer heat was almost melting my eyes out of their socket. Why did it take me so long to realize that I was in the wrong path? It felt so right being with him and after the talk we just had I felt like I would never be happy without having Conrad by my side.

I cracked the apartment door wide open and raced to the red pillow that lay on the chair. I grabbed it tightly and wept with my hands covered to my face. I staggered towards the fridge and took out the last bottle of Brandy that Amanda had bought. She was going to kill me for finishing her wine but I badly needed to get drunk. Maybe that was the only way to get rid of my frustrations.

My phone rang for the seventh time but I didn’t bother to see who had been calling. I drank the wine vividly until there was no more liquid in the bottle. I managed with drunken steps into my room and released my willowy body on the messy bed. Darkness crept slowly into the room while I fought with the uneasy feeling I had. I let out rubbish that I could barely comprehend and after some minutes someone stepped into the house.

It was not Amanda as I heard heavy footsteps walking towards my bedroom.

“Jess...” The lights came on and I could barely recognize who it was. “You left the house wide open. What’s the matter with you?” He came closer to examine me but all I could see was a blur face. “Are you okay?” His voice rose with concern.

“Conrad, is that you?” I demanded in a drunken manner, behaving out of control.

“Have you been drinking?” He demanded trying to place me on the right side of the bed as I had slept sideways.”

“Me drink?” I raised my hands in the air as though I wanted to take him into my arms. “I took just one bottle…I am okay, you panic a lot Conrad.”I continued noisily.

“It’s Martin Jess.” He responded with a twisted brow, hurt by the fact that I was calling him by another name. He knew I had fallen for one Conrad of a guy but he still cared about me a great deal.

“Oh Martin…it’s you baby. You look so cute tonight…come give me a kiss.” I continued talking nonsense while surprise washed his countenance hearing those sweet words coming from me. I think drunkenness made me appear tender towards him and if he were given the choice he will prefer me drunk than sober as I was always unkind to him when I was sober.

“You are drunk Jessica.” He continued trying to hush me. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I rolled restlessly on the bed.

“Are you alright?” Why are you crying?” He dried the tears that trickled my cheeks and rolled his butt closer while I maintained a bleak gaze at him. Compassion ran down his spine while he placed an arm around me.

Martin was madly in love with me but my drunkenness had no regards for morality and before Martin knew it I pressed my lips on his and before he could get a hold on himself he had munched my lips for some seconds.

“We can’t do this, you are drunk.” Martin restrained himself as a gentleman. The look in his eyes gave him away, he so badly wanted to make love with me but he preferred it when I was conscious.

“Don’t you love me anymore? I asked in a coarse voice dancing to the rhythm of brandy.

“You know how much I want you, but certainly not like this.” He argued trying to get out of my tight and desperate grip.

“Why, I am okay. You men are all the same; one minute you are in love with us and the next you are singing another song.” I said in bewilderment. My eyes were lazy and I could barely express myself correctly.

I stood on my knees and took Martin’s mass of bearded head into my hands. His eyes sparkled with admiration for me and his lips were eager to touch mine. I pushed my breasts towards him and began to kiss him. As our bodies touched each other, his defense mechanism was paralyzed almost instantly and he climbed over me with an impatience that was eminent as he pulled off his white sweat shirt.

I held his slender body with both hands with an anticipation of what we had to explore. I let out a loud belch which he ignored and grabbed my boobs with both hands out of my push-up bra. He flung my robe in one corner of the bed and positioned me with legs wide open waiting for his triumphant entry. He caressed my labia with his hands while I reached out a trembling hand for his elongated rod which was now out of his trousers.

He fixed a charming gaze on me and with excitement drawn in his face he rolled his spike over my juicy p***y elating me. He shoved his d**k into my little paradise while I let out a mild scream. He f****d me with ecstatic moans that induced mine. I held his butts tightly to maintain the tempo as he rode me softly.

I placed a hand over his neck while he jabbed on and on losing control.

“Uh…uh…uh...” He cried out as he continued with the gentle strokes. His voice filled with ecstasy as he robbed my fluffy breasts gently. “I love you.” He cried while I managed under an agonizing but excited voice.

“I love you Conrad.” I responded in a dying tone. As we continued in our passionate encounter, I continued calling Martin Conrad. He didn’t worry about the fact that I was referring to him as another because of our heightened excitement. We lasted for a few minutes and that was the last I could recall of the night.

Light peered through the blue transparent windows. It looked beautiful outside but my head was in a mess. I could barely move my body and my eyes fell on a body mass that slept peacefully next to me.

I leapt in fright as I saw his face. It was Martin. “Oh my God.” I cried taking a look under the drape at my naked body. The room was in a mess as our dresses littered the empty space. “What happened to me?” My eyes scanned the room for a clue; a bottle of brandy was lying on the floor. My heart skipped in fright.

“Hey love, you’re awake.” Martin raised his right arm in a loud yawn that irritated me instantly.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed?” My voice rose even as I managed to maintain my calm. I couldn’t believe I had had s*x with a man I had consistently rejected. I wished there was a justifiable explanation as I considered what might have happened bizarre.

“Oh come on baby, don’t you remember anything at all?” I saw the ghost of a smile ridding on his face. “What was so funny?” I growled inwardly at my lack of control that had obviously made me cheap in front of him.

“Don’t touch me.” I yelled taking his hands off my shoulders. The nerve of him to dare rub it in my face. “Could you stop smiling? You are annoying.” I said trying to get even. The anger in my heart was grave and the least he could do was stop aggravating it.

“We made love and you told me you loved me already.” He explained, feeling terrible about the fact that I could not remember a thing.

“I don’t believe it. I was drunk and you took advantage of me.” I protested, taking the drapes over my chest and looking for something to wear.

“You practically begged me to make love to you.” He continued with such certainty that was remarkable.

“That’s not true. You know what Martin, get dressed and get the hell out of my house.” I managed to get into my robe and adjusted the area around my breast that was exposed.

“I begged you to stop and now it’s my fault? He protested searching for his pants in utter confusion. I looked away to avoid the temptation of his d**k that dangled as he moved about.

“Even so Martin, I was drunk and you should have stopped me.” I refused to look his way and a tear dripped out of my eyes. I wiped it instantly. Shame possessed me and I felt like disappearing into the ceiling. Poor Martin, I must have raised his hopes. He of all people knew I was drunk but he allowed himself to be swayed into s*x by me and he thought I would applaud him. He betrayed the trust I had in him and all he could do was stand in front of me and make excuses.

“I see what this is all about, Jess. I was a fool to think that you wanted me. I should have known this when you kept calling me Conrad last night.” He jumped into his trousers and fastened his belt with anger in his eyes. In a moment, he stormed out of the house and drove off in a rage that frightened me.

The End