HIS MISTRESS

Heavy Dawn

My name is Ruby Holland, I'm twenty-eight years old and this is the story of my life.

To start with, there is a significant part of my life, my sister, Freya Holland, she was three when our mom had me. Our family was a blissful one filled with so much love and care, our parents, Fred and Rose, were so in love that all their friends and everyone around us envied and craved what they had. However, this love was short-lived, it only lasted for fourteen years, after which our parents separated. To be candid, I think their marriage only lasted for the first eleven years, the last three years were more of tolerance than love.

It all started when Rose, our mother got pregnant, I was nine and Freya was twelve at the time. Although, the pregnancy wasn't a planned one, still, both our parents were very happy and they anticipated its arrival. I could remember how brightly I smiled when my mom told us about the baby. I prayed everyday for it to be a boy, I really wanted a baby brother. My joy knew no bounds when the test confirmed it was indeed a boy.

Due to some health issues, my mom had complications in her last trimester, the eighth month precisely. Despite being told by the doctors that the baby had a little chance of surviving, she fought so hard for the baby and delivered. Though, it was premature and induced. To our surprise, we got two boys instead of one, we were overjoyed. How the doctors missed it still amazes me though. Everything seemed okay at first until few hours later when the twins started having complications, the doctors did all they could, but it just wasn't meant to be. We lost both the boys before the end of the day.

My mom almost went crazy, she couldn't come to terms with it, one minute she was holding her boys in her arms and the next, they were already gone. For days, she didn't speak to anyone, she couldn't mutter any words. It was as if she wasn't there at all, she wouldn't even react when signaled to. My dad feared she would only get worse at home, so he allowed her stay for a while longer at the hospital till he was sure the coast was clear. Getting back home, my mom didn't change much, although she now talks, but only when necessary, she keeps to herself and never plays or does any of the fun things we did before. Of course, she needed space to mourn the twins and we didn't complain, it was the least we could do for her. But soon, our once lively home became a boring place, and every other thing turned to a routine. We never did things as a family anymore, and Freya did more of taking care of me than our mother. Before, we knew what was going on, our parents started having small fights, then it turned to big and long ones, till they grew apart. My dad did try to get her back but she was long gone and wasn't interested anymore.

There is just as much as a person can take, three years after we lost the twins, our parents divorced. According to them, it was the best for both of them and us — till today, I still do not see how their separation was in our favour, if anything, it was our undoing...

My father got custody and so we started living with him. In a bid to give us the best, he remarried, hoping a wife and a mother would do us good. Again, another decision that did not favour us.

Life with our stepmother, contrary to our father's thought, wasn't exactly nice. I guess the thought of taking care of another woman's children didn't sit well with her, but despite the ill treatment, we endured. There were times that I would be tempted to fight or get back at our stepmother but Freya would not allow me, she made sure I steered clear from our stepmother's wrath.

The moment Freya turned eighteen, she got a job as a waiter and started saving up for an apartment. She did this while shuffling between her studies, work, and taking care of me. I don't know how she did it, but within a few months of working and saving, she was able to get a cheap apartment, we moved out and started living on our own. At first, our dad wouldn't agree, he was hellbent on us staying with him so he tried to talk Freya out of moving out but then, our stepmother worked wonders on him, the next morning he was suddenly totally okay with it and couldn't even wait for us to move out. Exactly what our stepmother did or told him, still remains unknown till date.

Freya's pay at her waiter job wasn't enough anymore since we had more expenses so she dropped out of school and picked on more jobs so she could cater for our needs and my education. It was a very difficult decision for her, she had dreams, aspirations but she sacrificed it all so I could have a better life.

Years later, against all odds, I graduated and became an attorney. I owe it all to my sister, who didn't give up on me. Lest I forget, I started a love relationship with a 30-year-old, handsome and charismatic businessman, Peter Hughes. We met in law school but didn't get the time to connect before he dropped out and started his company. A few years later, we crossed path again, fell in love and remained inseparable…

"I had a great time tonight, you were so incredible," Peter said while caressing my hair. We had just made love and it was so intense, one of the many things I love about him is the "compliments" which he expresses at every chance he gets. I so much love it when people compliment me and Peter is so good at this, he never goes a day without telling me how beautiful I am or how nice my dress is or anything at all, no matter how trivial. It was one of the many things that attracted me to him.

Peter and I have been going out for the past five months, and it has been so passionate for me. I've never loved anyone the way I love him, he completes me in every way, and what else would I have ever wished for in a man, he is extremely handsome, a successful and wealthy businessman, loving and caring, and most importantly, spends lavishly on me.

"Goodnight babe, I have an early morning meeting with a client tomorrow," Peter said as he pulled me into his arms, placed my head on his chest with his arms around me, dozed off.

"I think you're forgetting something, Mr sweet face". I muttered softly to him. "Mr sweet face" has been my pet name for him ever since we started dating. When I look at him, all I can see is how good-looking and sweet he is.

"I would never go to bed without kissing your sweet lips love," he whispered and then placed a deep kiss on my lips.

"Wake me up by five in the morning please, I need to get to work early" Peter added.

"Why don't you just set an alarm, I'm tired right now, and I do not plan to wake up early" I replied while staring at his loosely shut eyes.

"The alarm is on already, I'm only telling you to wake me in case I don't hear it, you know I'm a deep sleeper," he chimed in while managing to put on a smile but it was so obvious he was sleep-talking.

"Okay then, I will, if I don't sleep it off too." I said with a giggle and then moved more closer to him.

It amazes me every time I think about how lucky I am to have gotten such a wonderful man. Never have I imagined that I would get so lucky to get a serious man who would be so interested in me. Freya had no problem with him, he accepted him immediately I told her about him. She was receptive as well when I introduced Peter to her. That was my first conviction cause I wouldn't want to be with a man that my sister does not like or approve of.

I was even more convinced about him when my friends accepted him the first time they met him. My circle is a very tight one, we are just three young and vibrant ladies but we scrutinize anyone coming in or dating anyone of us. It was just our way of having each other's back and watching out for ourselves.

I've been involved with other men before Peter but none of them was able to get in their good books. My last boyfriend, Ben, tried to get them to like him, he would always pay the bills when we go out, he even offered both of them help severally but my friends kept putting him off.

It was during one of our night outs that I introduced Peter to them. I met Peter through a case which I worked on. I was representing his friend's company and we started dating shortly after the case. Although, like I mentioned earlier, I first got to know him when he was in law school. He was so intelligent and everyone was drawn to him because of this especially the ladies.

I was one of these women, I really liked him then but I never got to meet him personally before rumours started flying around that he had dropped out. That was how my crush ended —you know what they say "out of sight is out of reach"

Six months ago, a company needed the services of my office, the owner was a friend to Peter and voila, I finally got to meet him... again. Feelings were rekindled and luckily for me, it was mutual. Peter wasn't the shy kind of person, his interest was made obvious right from when he walked into my office with his friend. He even displayed some subtle flirtations which I didn't resist but I'm the kind of person who doesn't mix work with my private life. So I had to hold off on my feelings till after we were done with the project a month later.

We went out on a few dates before it became official, he was excited when I told him one evening at

dinner I was ready to take it to the next level. We came to my apartment that evening and made love. I was mind blown, he was not only good on the outside, it extended to his bedroom skills, simply put, Peter was flawless. He knew what he was doing and he was also confident, "my ideal man" he knew the right places to touch and the right time to touch, the timing and everything else made the s*x so great.

The s*x was the seal to our relationship. I made up my mind right then and there to stick to him forever after having two orgasms in one short night, no other ex-boyfriend has ever crossed that mark.

Peter lives upstate, he goes home just on weekends. Even though he has offered a few times to take me to his place, we never made it there. It was either his clients or mine and we would have to cancel and reschedule for another weekend. This kept going on till we agreed to just meet at my place for the meantime until we get a convenient time.

"Ding dong ding dong..." my phone beeped and jerked me back from my thoughts.

"Who could be calling me this late at night?" I mumbled as I rolled to the other side of the bed where I left my phone. I scrambled through the lampstand while searching for it.

"Oops, it is my sister," I said to myself, as I finally found my phone, picked it up and saw the caller ID, it was Freya. Fear gripped me as I quickly jumped out of bed. Freya never calls this late, she would rather sent a text. I threw my pants on, and walked to the living room with my bare chest as I didn't want to disturb Peter with our conversation.

As I hurried to the living room, I remembered I had promised to call Freya and she was probably calling when she didn't hear from me. I had been so busy with my thoughts that I totally forgot I was supposed to call Freya. Our mum gave us the responsibility of getting desserts and some other things needed for the family dinner which is in four days. Freya had called in the morning so we could fix a time but I couldn't talk as I was late for work, I then promised to get back to her once I was back home. With this, my racing heart stopped and the beats went back to normal. It was then I noticed my boobs were bouncing as I moved, making me let out a silent chuckle.

—Oh, did I mention Freya and I later reconciled with her parents. We decided to let bygones be bygones and leave it all in the past. About the dinner, it's done twice every year. A kind of party where the whole Holland family would get together and connect. We all reside in close states so it was easy to keep the tradition going, everyone had their obligations which we all try to fulfill to avoid being blamed if anything goes wrong. The main purpose is so we could all stay in touch and in all fairness, it did worked fine till...

"Hi Freya, I'm so sorry I didn't call earlier like I promised, it totally escaped my mind. Thanks for the beep though, I wouldn't have remembered without it. How was work today?" I quickly rushed through the apology over the phone as I switched on the light and then sat on one of the couches in the living room.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I thought as much too, that was why I beeped you, I didn't want to disturb you with calls. Work was fine. So when are we meeting? She replied but there was something about her mood and I could also hear the sadness in her voice. Freya is a very jovial person, so it is always obvious whenever she is sad or troubled.

"Freya, did something happen? You don't sound good? I inquired, worried what could have gotten "my ever lively sister" this bad.

"It's nothing, Ruby, I just had a busy day, that's all. She replied but I was still not convinced.

"I know you too well Freya, no matter how tired you are, you still don't sound this way. I insisted.

"You know I won't drop this unless you talk to me, so you had better start talking." I added with a laugh just to cheer her up.

"I know right. Alright then, I will tell you all about it when we see. I can't explain it over the phone" she replied in a shaky voice.

"Ohhh baby no, don't do that please, don't cry Freya. I will come to your place on my way to work tomorrow and we'll talk. Promise me you'd keep it together till I get to you. I retorted.

"I promise." Freya affirmed though still with her voice shaking as she tried so hard to hold back the tears.

"Good night Ruby" she muttered slowly before hanging up.

"Good night Freya" I said too. For some minutes, I just sat quietly while I cluelessly stared at my phone screen. It was still a few hours till dawn. If only I could turn the hands of the clock, or alter time, I would make it morning already so I could be with Freya.

As I imagined the things I would have used my "supposed superpowers" for, I heard footsteps coming in my direction.

"That is definitely Peter, he must have noticed I wasn't beside him and looking for me" I thought to myself as I quickly rose to my feet and went back into the room...