I felt betrayed by Nicolas. I understood what i needed to do, but what i couldn't fathom was his harsh treatment of me. For the very first time, I really felt like a mistress. Nicolas's s*x puppet, something to be used and abused until it was time to be thrown out.
I had no clue how long i laid down on the bed, silently crying. There was no one to blame except me. Being a mistress was always a disadvantage. Every woman knew that. It didn't stop me , though. The temptation was too hard to resist. Nicolas seduction was difficult to refuse.
At the end of it all, I stood at the losing end. No matter how you looked at it, I was irrecvocably defeated.
My phone suddenly rang and got me out of my derailing thoughts.
It was Stella calling.
"Mel, where are you?" she asked loudly.
"Almost at yo
