The Mistress

Chapter III

I woke up the next day feeling burdened.

This day is gonna be a long one.

I did my morning rituals & beauty regimens.

I stepped inside the bathtub and made myself comfortable.

I checked my social media accounts & was bombarded by thousands of notifications & messages—as usual.

I was scrolling through my ** feed when my manager called.

Her voice was strained. She was breathing heavily.

"A-Agatha..."

"Hey, Jo are you okay?" she remained silent.

"Please speak up, Jo. I can't read minds you know?" I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"It's about Tita Veron." her voice cracked like she was about to burst into tears.

My chest tightened. I have a bad feeling about this.

"Jo, what happened!?" I was almost screaming at her.

"She's in the operating room right now. The maids said that a group of masked guys sneaked into your house & shot her." she was sobbing

My jaw clenched. I know someone who is capable of doing this.

"I'll be there," I said before ending the call

I fixed myself and headed to the hospital. 

That freaking bastard needs to pay for this. 

- - - 

Von’s POV:

"Good morning Hon!" I greeted Imo who was sitting on the couch staring on the paper she was holding, and judging by her expressions, it’s not something good.

"Where were you last night?" she raised her eyebrow but her eyes were trying to see through me.

"I closed a deal with a Chinese investor!" I said, defending myself. "Are you accusing me again?"

"How will you explain these?!" she threw the paper on the coffee table. Those were pictures of me, dirty dancing with a woman.

"I was drunk, okay. And she’s the daughter of the investor, I can’t say no to her! Could you stop—"

"Too many excuses! I heard them countless times! You’re caught in the act but you’re still denying!" she threw a pillow at me.

I picked up the paper and retorted, "You’re spying on me again, Imogen! Why can’t you trust me? Why can’t you let loose?" I’m slowly losing my patience.

"Let you loose? So you could cheat behind my back, every single chance you get? Hell, no!" she shouted at me.

"You are overreacting! You should at least be thankful that I still come home even though you’re not being a good wife!" she gasped, can’t believe I just said that.

"Now you’re questioning my responsibility as your wife?! You’re unbelievable! It’s you who’s clearly breaking your vows! It’s you who’s not fulfilling your obligations!" she scowled at me

"And you have the audacity to question my obligations? It’s you who can’t even give me a child!" 

I felt a pang of pain on my cheek. She slapped me so hard.

I realized what I just did. I pricked a needle to a balloon.

Tears cascaded down her cheeks. Her shoulders were shaking.

I composed myself and tried to look apologetically.

"Look, I’m sorry, Imo. I only said that out of anger. I didn’t mean to hurt you." I hugged her and caressed her back. She’s very emotional these days, I hate it.

"How dare you blame me for something I can’t control? I badly wanna have a child, you know that, Von! You know that." she was punching my chest and her voice was barely audible.

Now, my job is to comfort her or else her mom will barge in here and nag at me the whole day.

I carried her on my arms and walked upstairs to our room.

She buried her face on my neck and planted kisses there.

I know where this is heading. Whenever we fight, we always end up f*****g.

Fighting makes us horny, I guess.

I laid her on the bed. She clung onto my neck and kissed me torridly. I parted her legs and began dry humping on her. I continued rubbing my bulge to her panties. I planted kisses on her neck and collarbone. She was moaning softly which turns me on. 

She flipped me over and chuckled. She took off my shirt then kissed me again while unbuckling my belt. I always get undressed first—she always assures that.

"Hey, Imo, stop what you’re doing, I need to go to work. I’ve got a load of paperwork to handle." she wasn’t listening, f**k.

"You are the CEO, put your secretary to use! She can do that!" she said as she encircled her hand on my length and slowly moving it up and down

How could I f*****g resist? I don’t wanna have blue balls.

I groaned when she started licking its tip.

"Yeah right, Imogen, you win." as if I have a choice

Her face lit up and slowly put my thing inside her mouth.

•••••

Imo was sleeping beside me. I slowly moved her arm away, trying not to wake her up. 

I dressed up for work and left her sleeping soundly.

"Hey bro, I bet Imo transformed into a monster again." Dave, my best buddy, also Imo’s brother, is pestering me again.

"f**k you." I raised my middle finger at him.

"Hey, I didn’t know that Chinese girl is wild!" he said while laughing

"You and your sister—you’re both crazy." I spat at him

He just laughed at me and walked over to my secretary and flirt with her. That asshole.

I walked straight to my office and started reading the contracts I had to sign. 

My train of thought was interrupted when my phone suddenly rang.

Joe, my private investigator is calling.

I picked up the phone and answered his call.

"What’s the matter, Joe?" he wouldn’t call unless it’s something serious.

"When I installed trackers on Imogen’s things, I found a bug under your bedside table. Someone is spying on you."

"There’s someone else? Are you sure it isn’t Imogen?" who else would do it aside from her?

"Imogen’s phone also has a bug, check your own phone, it might also have one." he ended the call when I didn’t respond.

Who would do it?