HIS MISTRESS

I'M SORRY

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The blinds let in stripes of morning light while she prepared for work. She picked up the dress Nickel had given her—the one from yesterday—and wore it out, walking down to Vickie's room

She stepped inside to find Vickie sprawled across the bed. A light nudge.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

She paused, brow raised. “Dance class starts soon. Are you planning to miss it from there?”

No sis.not until you tell me why you are working for that stranger ? I barely know him and so are you.

She went straight to Nickel’s office, late because she’d overslept. He’d already gone. Left her at home like she didn’t matter. Heartless.

Eddie stepped inside, hand over her face, bracing for impact.

“Yeah… I’m dead…

,This is no longer an office but a hotel,, she whispered to herself.

I'm… I'm sorry, sir. I just came in to greet you.

A well-curvy, beautiful lady with her cleavages bulging out, wearing a short, flat gown with buttons on the chest, opened and revealing her puffy boobs. The lady's boobs waved at Eddie in response.

Eddie just stared. Mouth open. This was temptation with a pulse.

“Nick called out, ‘Are you covering your eyes?’” Didn’t think you were that innocent.”

He grabbed her wrists, forced her hands down, and moved the stranger out of the way.

Eddie just stood in the doorway, staring.

“Nisabel. Why are you here?”

She was cunning. Deceit. But even that couldn’t hide it; Nickel was in a relationship with her for two years but dumped her like always, his specialty of dumping ladies.

, I'm here for you, honey, she commented, wiggling her ass.

“I never extended you an invitation, Nisabel. As exquisite as you may be, your ass or boobs hardly justifies the price of my life. Nisabel sighed, cradling his face as she struggled to kiss him.

,, Don't you want me anymore, Nick?? She threw glances at Eddie who seemed to be watching a film..

…is it because of her?? She leveled a pointed gaze at her. “ This slut here?? She's not even that captivating like I am…

The office atmosphere thickened, Nisabel’s anger rising like heat. Tension filled the air, heavy and uncomfortable.

“Well, would you look at that,” Eddie exclaimed. “Life does enjoy its surprises.” “She just called me a harlot,” she said. “That woman—dressed as one herself—dared to call me that.” She exhaled sharply. Nikompo, Eddie mumbled, still watching in silence. "Eddie? That familiar voice called, snapping her out of her thought.

“Over here. Now,” Nickel called.

She didn’t move right away. The last thing she wanted was to be dragged into his mess.

There are or were lovers; she's just a common mistress. Nick's eyes shifted between the two of them. He drew Eddie in by her hair, almost tenderly, his fingers lingering on her butt, then, without breaking eye contact, he cleared the table—every file crashing to the floor.

Her breath caught, then broke. A sexy cry tore from her at the harshness of his grip. Her butt pressed on the table as he widened her legs open..

,, she's my mistress, Nisabel. she satisfies me perfectly and I don't want you wasting your time on me, I'd suggest it's best for you to vanish from my life already..

he said, unbuttoning Eddie's shirt.

,, Don't do this here please , she whispered in a low husky voice ; I'm not ready.

“You’re cooking up lies. This is about making me jealous, isn’t it?” She pulled Eddie away. “Get off there, slut.

Nickel released Eddie and sent her flying, a blur cutting through the air like a jet. Nickel smiled devilishly, making it disappear at the instant; the smile didn't last for any of them to see.

**Jealous,** he repeated. I'm done with you, Nisabel. I have a mistress now, or do you need proof of that?