HIS MISTRESS

NEVER HAVE I EVER

Eddie limped through the office doors at dawn, each step a quiet betrayal.

She slid behind her desk, shoulders low, hiding the limp from her boss’s line of sight.

Last night’s laughter with Vickie had turned into a twisted ankle and today’s silent war.

,,She couldn’t avoid him forever. He’d find her.

She was still under the table when it happened.

“Hiding already?”

He was in her office, eyes smiling even as his voice didn’t.

Eddie hadn’t noticed him. Too deep in her game.

She stood. No more hiding. Just him, and the fact that he’d caught her. ,My earnings fell off, so I decided to find them under the table. My apologies, she said, looking at her fingers, which seemed to be smiling at her.

“I don’t mind what you’re looking for,” her boss snapped. “Go get me coffee. Now.”

She left the office still limping, each step careful.

“Why are you hopping like a kangaroo?” he called after her, eyes dropping to her ankle.

“Hopping? Me?” She forced a laugh, already reaching for the door. “No, Nickel. I’m fine. Just sprained it.”

Eddie was halfway out when his next words hit her back and froze her in place. ,Oh no! Why did I call him Nickel? She gave her head a silent thud, now relaxing on the door.

,,, Do not walk out on me while I'm still here, Eddie. I'm your boss now, not your playmate. He sighed, fingers threading through his hair, approaching her slowly. “I’m fine,” she whispered.

“Please don’t come closer, she told him.

He did anyway.

Eddie threw the door open, still retreating, but he was faster. His hand closed around her arm and pulled her into his chest.

Then she was off the ground. Carried like a bride. “Mr. Nick put me down. Everyone can see!”

His grip didn’t loosen. “Let them see. You’re my employee, and I care for mine. Be quiet now. I need you for some documents.”

After hiding under the table, she’d claimed his couch. And fallen asleep.

“ Lazy independent woman, indeed. He muttered.

He watched her for a beat, then leaned in to move a strand of hair.

She shot up, heart pounding, his eyes waiting for her.

“Hands off,” she said, clearing her throat.

He was disarmed by how drowsy she looked but kept the smirk.

“Didn’t know my office was a nap room for Sleeping Beauty.”

“Yeah, well,” she retorted, eyes rolling. “Nature can’t be controlled, Mr. Nick.”

After they came back to the mansion, she had a heart warming shower as she took a hair dryer to dry her hair. The scent of her deodorant filling the room. she put on a pyjama.

,, Vickie must be asleep by now , she mumbled silently as she left the room. She strolled round the unfamiliar quiet mansion trying to get a fresh air.

The fitness studio was deserted. Quiet enough to hear her breath.

Nickel sat on a dumbbell, cigarette burning between his fingers, smoke drifting through the air.

Eddie roamed the mansion until she wandered into the wrong wing.

His workout space. Low light. Off limits.

She realized it too late: she hadn’t just entered a room. She’d entered his world.

Are you horny? She heard that familiar voice. Eddie shivered in her steps. Who was in here with her? She was partially nude. Her n*****s peeked out of her pajamas. From the familiar voice, she could tell it was Nickel. He was the only being capable of asking her such.

..... I'm... I'm sorry “ I lost my way. She explained, adjusting her dress in fear.

He stared at her in the dim light of his workout space.

Eddie stood frozen at the door, not even sure where she’d wandered in.

In his whole life, he’d never seen anyone as stunning as her. Pretty wasn’t enough; she was sexy. _I made the right choice choosing her,_ he thought—then killed the thought.

Eddie's presence kept pulling him out of his head. He shoved it down.

He wasn’t the kind of man who entertained those thoughts. He’d seen countless beautiful women. Nothing about her should be irresistible.

“Why are you here?” Nickel asked, grabbing a towel to wipe his face.

Eddie caught the edge in his tone and flinched. “I—I’m sorry. Like I said before, I got lost.”

His eyes cut to her, catching the unease she couldn’t hide. “ Don't you have something better to do?

He closed the distance. One hand in his pocket, the other waiting.

“I need a lap dance,” he said. As if it was a command, not a request.

“I’m sorry, I can’t give a lap dance,” she whispered, reaching for the door to break his focus.

He didn’t let her finish. His hand shot out, pulling her back with force that left no doubt who was in control. He gently pulled her leg above, placing it on his shoulder…

Since you can't give a lap dance, I can as well give you a caress down there.

Eddie's heart thumped loudly; she wasn't ready; never had she been pleasured forcefully.