The Mistress

Chapter V

He looked at me, confused.

"My car ran out of gas and I can't call a taxi and risk thousands of people seeing me like this. I'm gonna be on the news headline tomorrow." he smiled and nodded his head.

"Oh, I understand. Celebrity problems." he chuckled softly.

He stared at my bare feet. "Yeah, my heel was broken. What will I do?" I asked as I stared at him.

"You can ride my back, we'll take the elevator and exit to the back door. Wait for me there, I'll get my car." I just gave him a series of nods and mouthed 'thank you'

I hopped on his back and covered my head with his tuxedo to avoid exposing my identity.

We took the safest route—the back door.

Men are gullible. They can easily be tricked.

•••

A black Lamborghini stopped in front of me.

He came out of the car and opened the door for me. "Hop on" he said and flashed a smile that melted my heart.

I sat on the passenger’s seat and pretended to be asleep on our way to my condo.

I’m actually thinking of ways to make him stay a bit longer.

He parked the car outside the building while taking glances at me.

"Agatha, we’re here." he said, gently tapping my shoulder. 

I opened my eyes and unbuckled my seatbelt. "Sorry, I fell asleep. I haven’t had enough sleep these past few days. Thanks for driving me." I said, giving him a warm smile to express my gratitude.

"That’s nothing. Anybody could’ve done that. Especially to a crying lady." he chuckled. 

He got out of the car and opened the door for me. As soon as I stepped my foot outside, I pretended to have lost my balance. He immediately caught me in his arms. 

"Hey, Agatha. Are you okay? You don’t look so well." he said, still supporting my back.

"I’m fine. I just feel a little bit dizzy. I just need to take my meds." I tried to stand straight, still leaning on him for support.

"No, you don’t look okay. I’ll bring you to the clinic." he insisted.

"No, no, no" I said, nodding my head. "I don’t need to go to the clinic. I just want to be in my condo and take a rest." I looked into his eyes, convincing him.

"Okay, okay, can you manage to walk on your own or do you need my help? Your legs are shaking and you don’t have shoes on." he said, staring at my bare feet.

"I can manage, Von. Thanks for the concern." I gave him a reassuring smile.

I took two steps forward and let out a cry of pain. I stepped on a broken piece of glass. He abruptly came to the rescue.

"You’re a hard-headed girl. Look at what happened. You hurt yourself." I was so surprised when he carried me in his arms. I just stared at his face for a moment, my mouth gaped open. 

He covered my head with his jacket to avoid exposing my identity and walked towards the elevator. I came to my senses and encircled my arms around his neck. I felt his body stiffening—a good sign. My actions have an effect on him. He’s a man after all.

When we entered the elevator, he adjusted my body, I must be too heavy for him. 

"What floor are you in?" he asked.

"I’m on 6th floor, Room 604." I answered briefly. He pressed the elevator button to 6th floor.

Silence enveloped between us. It was only the two of us inside the elevator. No one else.

I looked up at his face. We were both sweating so I fished a handkerchief from my pocket and gently wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead. That made him stare at me. He was looking straight into my eyes while I was wiping his sweaty face. My cheeks turned red. I stopped in my tracks and stared at his eyes with the same intensity.

*Ting!

The sound of the elevator broke the silence and our stares. 

He walked straight to my unit. I entered the passcode then he pushed the door open. 

He laid me down on the couch and searched for a first aid kit.

"It’s on the corner of the kitchen!" I shouted at him.

He returned with the kit on his hand. He sat on the couch and put my wounded foot on his lap. "Does it still hurt?" he asked, still looking at the wound.

"A little bit." I answered, staring at his face. He has the prefect mixture of cute and masculine features.

He cleaned the wound and blew on it. Those gestures...I find it really cute. He finished it up by dressing the wound.

"Hey, don’t walk around with those killer heels you usually use. The wound is still fresh, you need to be careful." he said with utmost seriousness, as if a doctor telling me what to do.

"As if I could choose what I want to wear." I rolled my eyes at him.

"I know, but you have to. And one more thing, don’t cry for that jerk again. You are wasting your tears. He doesn’t deserve every drop of it." he reached out my hand and held it firmly. 

"Yeah, I promise I won’t. I was just too emotional. That man cheated on me. It hurts." tears cascaded down my cheeks. He wiped those with his thumb and he looked at me sympathetically.

I put my wounded foot down, crossed distance between us and hugged him. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sobbed. I should really be awarded as Actress of The Year for this. 

He’s tapping my back gently, comforting me. "Thank you, Von. I owe you a lot." I said, hugging him tighter.

"It’s nothing. Just an act of kindness." he said, still tapping my back.

"Men these days aren’t trustworthy enough, they could’ve took advantage of me. You did me a huge favor. I wanna return the favor. Tell me anything you want. Just name it." I pulled away from the hug and found myself staring into his eyes. Getting drowned into those pair of black orbs.

"You’re so precious, Agatha. No one deserves to make you cry." he said, gently caressing my cheeks.