The Billionaire's Mistress

'They will kill me if I don't refund his two thousand dollars,' that voice kept on ringing in her head as she entered the elevator. Gwendolyn Eve Frances willed herself to continue trudging on. 'For Malcolm, you can do this,' she kept on muttering it like the Lord's prayer. That was the only way she wouldn't turn back from this decision. Gwen walked to the door and confirmed that the number on the room door was correct. When she was sure it was the right one, she steeled herself once more and knocked. "Hello there, who are you?" A butler opened the door to see Gwen tiptoeing away after she knocked on his door. Gwen froze and turned around. She had been caught already. She cleared her throat and managed to say as she stared at the marble floor "Hi, I am Mia from De…rek" She couldn't meet his face. Her cheeks were crimsoned in embarrassment. "Oh… you can come in," he said. Gwen finally looked up to meet his face. She gasped at the sight of the old man. Was this the same Jordan Clark Mia had made a fuss over? "f**k!" She muttered as she tried faking a smile at the old man. "Hello," the short sixty-year-old man grinned at her as he extended his hands. "Hi," she said, stalling to look back at the room number once more to confirm if she was in the right room. 'This is 203!' She sighed. So what was this old man doing here? Mia had praised Jordan Clark like he was irresistible. Who was this old man? Would she spend the night with this man? The thought of it repulsed her. "You may have your seat. You look beautiful by the way. Better than the others I've seen" Tyler smirked as he welcomed her into the well-furnished apartment. "Ohhh, th-thank you" Gwen stuttered with discomfort written all over her. She adjusted her short pink gown which barely touched her knees. Why was he staring at her that way? "Others?" She couldn't believe that some ladies had slept with this man. "Yes, I have seen so many of them. And believe when I say that you outshine them all, just within a minute" he grinned at her like she was a trophy. "Is there a mistake or something please? I should be meeting Mr. Jordan Clark in this room" she looked so confused. Gwen could no longer keep mute. If he was the one, she'd run out of here immediately. 'You deserve a slap for putting me through this Mia,' she muttered under her breath. "No ma'am. You aren't in any way mistaken and my boss, Jordan Clark will be here in less than ten minutes. There was an emergency at the office" Tyler said when he understood her discomfort. "Oh my god. Thank goodness. For a minute I thought…" Gwen gasped, holding her chest to relieve the shock. "You must have mistaken me for Jordan" He smiled as she nodded. "Oh no! I'm his butler. He would have been the one welcoming you if it were not for the last-minute emergency" he explained. "I didn't understand because this is a hotel and you didn't look like a butler," she said. "Jordan owns this hotel and this is his penthouse," Tyler explained. "Thank you. Now I feel better" she smiled at him. Relief coursed through her veins freely. "Now I can give you something to eat before he comes. Some cheesecake and red wine?" Tyler asked. "That will be ok" she managed to say. She wasn't even hungry but she had to eat something. This night would be a long night, she predicted. "Welcome boss" Tyler greeted Jordan after he had served Gwen. "Thank you Tyler, is she here already?" Jordan strode into his penthouse as he relieved himself of his tie. "She's waiting in the mini parlor" Tyler received his bag. "Thank you. Please make some food for me. I'm famished" Jordan sighed as he strode to the parlor. "On it sir!" Tyler hurried to warm his dinner. Gwen swallowed at the sound of the baritone she heard. The hairs on her body stood as she paused her eating. "No wonder Mia praised him so well," she thought. "Hello, the-re.” she said as soon as he entered the room. The smell of his expensive cologne hit her nose with a forceful effect. "Hey Mia," Jordan said as she put on the lights. It had been dim-lit so he couldn't see her well. The chandelier brightened the room. Jordan stilled in his tracks as he squinted his eyes to look at her well. She looked so beautiful but… "Who the hell are you?" Jordan glared at her. Gwen swallowed. Had she been discovered? "Oh no! This wouldn't speak so well of Mia" she panicked. "I am Mia. Mia Brooks" she faked a smile to calm her tense nerves. "Mia?" Jordan furrowed his brows at her. She was obviously lying. He was a good detector. From the look of her shabby clothes, she couldn't be the model he had seen on the phone. "Oh, so you are Mia?" He asked her, deciding to play along with her. Gwen nodded. "That's good," he said. He reached for his phone and opened it. "Can you explain this?" Jordan passed his phone to her. "Er…mmm I…" Gwen stuttered as she looked at the screen. He had a picture of Mia already. So he had been pre-informed. "I asked Derek to send a picture of whom he wanted to give me because I am very selective, you know. My taste is very high" Jordan yanked his phone away from her hand, holding her tight by the wrist thereby moving closer to her. Their bodies were almost touching each other. She inhaled his perfume. "Thank goodness, I asked for this. Moreover, your body says that you are lying. I'm a very good observer" he whispered into her ears. Gwen moistened her lips. Why was her frigid body having this reaction already? "Ouch, it hurts me. Please stop" she gasped in pain as he tightened his hold on her. "You aren't Mia Brooks! Now tell me who you are before I call the police in here!" Jordan bellowed at her.