The Mistress Had To Die

Chapter Six

When she had gotten the drink, she started heading toward Jackson’s office but stopped abruptly, feeling as though someone was following her.

“I could swear I heard footsteps behind me just now,” Angela said to herself. She looked around for any sign of movement, but nothing seemed off.

She shook her head and continued making her way to Jackson’s office. Entering the room, she didn’t bother closing the door behind her. She immediately dropped the drink on the desk and threw herself on Jackson’s body.

“Baby!” she squealed. Jackson laughed heartily at the sudden burst of energy.

“Do you miss me that much?” he asked, cupping her face with his hands.

“You know I do,” Angela whispered, biting her lower lip seductively.

Just then, Jackson noticed the glass of wine on the desk. “Let me have a taste,” he said, pointing at it.

“Of course, baby.” Angela handed it to him. He took a small sip, then gave it back to her to set down.

Angela didn’t wait for Jackson to swallow the liquid in his mouth, she pressed her lips on his lips and started kissing him hungrily. Jackson let out a throaty chuckle, matching her frantic pace. Her hands slid up to his chest, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and caressing his skin.

Jackson pinched her n*****s through her clothes, this made her let out a soft moan from her lips. Suddenly, he stood up from his chair and bent Angela over the desk, forcing her butt out.

“Remove your panties, b***h,” Jackson whispered in her ear.

“I’m not wearing any, daddy,” Angela replied, her voice thick with impatience.

Jackson smiled, he yanked off his belt and pulled down his trousers, his erection springing free. He s*****d her bare ass, earning a louder cry of pleasure from Angela before he slowly slid inside her slippery, wet p***y.

“Oh my f*****g God,” Angela gasped as she felt herself being stretched full by his length.

Jackson paused, not moving, he looked down at her with a naughty smirk.

“Daddy, please…” Angela begged, her voice raw with lust.

“Please for what, huh?” Jackson asked, s******g her ass until it turned red.

“I want you to f**k me, please,” Angela pleaded.

“Good girl,” Jackson said. Without hesitation, he began to thrust in and out of her, starting with a slow deliberate motion before speeding up to give her exactly what she asked for.

Belinda’s POV:

She had watched from across the hall as Angela whispered into Jackson's ear. Almost immediately, he left for his office while Angela headed to the bar to get a glass of wine.

Belinda watched her walk toward the staircase. “These two must surely be up to something,” she said to herself as she slipped away from the crowd to follow Angela.

She kept her distance, tracking Angela discreetly. As they began to climb the stairs toward Jackson’s office, Angela turned abruptly to look around the hallway.

Holy s**t! Belinda muttered under her breath, ducking quickly into the shadows of the staircase.

Holding her breath, she heard Angela mutter something to herself before her footsteps faded toward the office door. Belinda leaned against the wall, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“That was a close call,” she breathed out in relief.

Realizing the sharp click of her shoes would give her away, she muttered, “I would better take off these shoes.” She bent down, slipped off her high heels, and held them in her hands as she tiptoed down the corridor.

As she drew closer to the office, the sound of muffled giggles reached her ears. She froze at the corner for an agonizing minute before forcing herself to go and see for herself what’s happening inside there..

The door wasn't locked, it was left wide open. The sounds coming from inside made her blood run cold.

Belinda stepped into the office, her eyes widening as she saw Jackson, his face filled with pleasure, slamming into Angela.

She quickly covered her mouth with her to stifle a scream, desperately trying not to disrupt the heartbreaking scene. She stood rooted in shock, watching them lose themselves in each other. It took everything in her not to break down right then and there.

Right before she turned to flee back to the party, she caught Angela’s eye. Angela was looking right at her, her face twisted into a mocking, taunting smile. The look passed a clear message: “He’s mine now, bitch.”

Tears blinding her vision, Belinda rushed downstairs toward the parking lot, completely ignoring the curious stares of the guests. She ran to where Jackson had parked his car, yanked the door open, and collapsed into the passenger seat, letting her tears flow freely.

“It didn’t hurt this badly when I found out that Jackson was cheating on me, but seeing it with my own eyes with that look on that b***h face…” Belinda choked out, tears blurring her eyes as she sobbed quietly in the car.

Jackson’s POV:

“You know I can’t get tired of you, no matter what,” Jackson said to Angela, buckling his belt while she struggled to pull her dress back into place.

“I know, right?” Angela smiled at him.

“Yes, darling.” Jackson pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Just then, the voice of the MC boomed through the venue speakers. “Ladies and gentlemen, we will now call upon our CEO for a closing speech before we call this party a wrap.”

“You heard the MC?” Jackson asked. Angela simply nodded.

“Let’s go.” Jackson walked out, adjusting his suit jacket, while Angela followed closely behind.

He climbed the podium alongside Peter. “Thank you all for taking time out of your tight schedules to honor my invitation tonight. I pray everyone makes it home safely,” Jackson said with a smile as the crowd applauded.

After Peter finished his own speech, the guests began to disperse.

Jackson caught up with Angela near the exit, where she was chatting with one of the event staff members.

“I have to head out now, sweetheart. I promise to drop by your place early tomorrow morning to pick you up, okay?” he whispered, fondly caressing her cheek.

Angela pouted playfully. “Fine, but I’m going to miss you.”

“And I’ll miss you more. Make sure you don’t waste time here, go home on time,” Jackson said.

“Of course I will,” Angela smiled.

“Alright. Have a lovely night—you deserve it,” Jackson smiled back at her. He scanned the crowd for any sign of his wife, but she was nowhere to be found.

“If you’re looking for your wife, maybe she already went home or she might be in the car,” Angela said to him.

Jackson shrugged his shoulders and turned toward the parking lot.

When he slid into the driver's seat, he found Belinda already waiting for him. “I was looking all over for you inside. I thought you had left me behind,” he said, turning the key in the ignition.

Belinda didn’t say a word, keeping her gaze firmly fixed outside the window. Jackson didn't bother asking her why her mood was ruined. Instead, he simply shifted his attention to the car and drove out heading toward their house.

Angela’s POV:

Angela stood by the window, watching Jackson enter his car. A slow smirk spread across her face as she watched the car drive off into the night.

“Let the drama begin.”