The Billion Dollar Mistress

"You know what? f**k you, Alessandro!" I snapped. "Gladly!" He snaps back. 'But in what position?' We were just coming back from dinner. Everything was going great. The mood was right, the food was delightful, Alessandro was looking sexy as f**k and hot damn, all I could think about was how badly I was going to put it down on this boy later on tonight, but everything went down hill when his friend showed up; Alessandro, turning our romantic candlelight dinner into a business meeting, introducing me as if I was a potential client. I mean, the nerve of this man. And now he comes talking about being sorry? Right! He can sorry these nuts. 'Soraya,' he called out to me as I brushed past him and headed towards my room. 'I simply think you're over reacting.' 'And I simply think you're a complete jerk who cares only for himself.' 'You know that's not true. I adore you,' he assures me while joining me inside the room, his hands moving through his hair in aggravating frustration. He was good. I had to give him that. 'How long did it take for you to come up with that line?' 'Since we left the restaurant,' he suddenly jokes, but I found no humor in it. All he was doing was pissing me off more. 'Babe,' he grabs hold of my arm when I tried to push passed him to get to the bathroom but I quickly shrugged him off. 'Dont, Alessandro. Just dont. The fact that it's so easy to disregard me in public goes to show exactly where I stand in this relationship. Where I stand in your life and I'm sick of playing hide and seek with you.' 'One minute you're telling me I mean everything to you and then the next minute I'm being treated like a business associate who you're scared of seeing in public with." Alessandro frowns at my words. 'Is that how you really feel?' 'Yes!' I raised my voice, throwing my hands up in exasperation. 'And you know damn well that's how I feel.' 'But I didn't mean to make you feel that way.' I scoffed. 'Of course you didn't. You never do.' Shaking my head, I slowly walked inside the bathroom. I didn't see the point in arguing with him anymore. It's not like anything is going to change. I was his mistress. His dirty little secret. I knew that. He knew that and one day, maybe everyone else will, but I guess that's what you get for allowing yourself to catch feelings in a non-committed relationship. 'Raya?' Alessandro's gentle voice came from behind. I let out a tired sigh. 'Alessandro, just go home. I'm exhausted.' I looked up at him through the mirror, then gave him a weary smile when his phone started to ring. His face fell and his chest expanded, then slowly condensed. 'You should take that.' 'I'm sure it can wait.' 'But you and I both know it cant.' 'I'm sorry,' he apologise. 'I know.' 'She means nothing to me. I'm only doing this to control the media.' 'Is that what you tell yourself everytime you pick up a magazine or a newspaper and find both your faces on all of them?' 'No,' he takes a step forward but stops in his tracks when the buzzing of his phone goes off inside his suit jacket once more. Slowly fishing it out-eyes still on me- he swipes his thumb over the screen and put it against his ear. 'Felicity, hi whats up? Yes, I'm busy at the moment. I'm not so sure about tonight. Of course, I want to spend time with you.' He fakes a laugh at the end. Is that how he fakes it with me too? 'You can wear it the next time we have dinner,' he paused. 'Yes. I'll make reservations before the week is over. Okay. You too. Bye!' He ends the call. Not wanting him to see the unshed tears in my eyes, I looked down at the sink then clenched them together. Why didn't I just walk away when I had the chance? 'Soraya....' 'Next time you have dinner?' I turned around to face him. 'And when will that be, Alessandro?' 'I'm not sleeping with her,' he ignores my question like he always does. 'You know I wouldn't do that to you.' 'Whatever,' I shrugged my shoulders as though I didn't care. As if this wasn't killing me softly. 'We're not in a committed relationship. You're allowed to f**k whoever, whenever and wherever you want. That was the deal.' As soon as the words slipped past my lips, Alessandro clenched his hands at his side, his sharp jaw bone forming a straighter line, blue and green veins making themselves visible. 'Is that what you want? For me to f**k her?' I shrugged for a second time. What are you doing, Soraya? 'Go for it if you want.' 'Right,' he nods his head, then lets out a small chuckle, but his voice held no trace of humor whatsoever. 'And you?' 'What about me?' I played dumb. I knew exactly what he meant. "Are you allowed to f**k someone else as well?' It took me a good few seconds to answer, saying, 'Yes.' A play of emotions took residence on his face before he quickly masked it. I knew I was hurting him, but when I could easily recognize his pain, he couldn't even take the time out to see mine. 'I guess that settles it then,' he gave me a tight smile. 'I guess it does,' I agreed, then slowly walked past him. 'I'm going to bed. You can see yourself out.' ~~~ He was gone. I know I told him to leave but a part of me was hoping he wouldn't. 'Fight for me!' I wanted to scream at his fleeting form but the words wouldn't come and he didn't look back. But what exactly would he be fighting for? I couldn't help but ask myself. I was only his in a s****l yet platonic way and he was his own man, his own person. Alessandro Hale belongs to no-one and I hated that. I hated this life and everything that came with it, but not him. Never him. And now I hate myself too. Sitting in the small tub with the once warm water surrounding me, I brought my knees up to my chest and rested my chin upon them. Sadness flowed through my veins and numbed my mind. It was a poison to my spirit, dulling me, killing off my other emotions until it was the only one that remained. 'Is that what you want? For me to f**k her?' 'No!' I should have said but didn't because I was hurting. The pain and the way he talked to her clouded my mind and overpowered my true judgement. I wanted him to hurt as much as I was, but looking back a few hours ago, it was a stupid play on my part because I'm the one who ended up getting hurt in the end. 'Stupid, Soraya,' I chastise myself. Something I seem to be doing a lot of lately. Why do I always mess things up? Why do I always say the wrong things? Why can't he just fight me back? Why can't he show me that I'm good enough and that he's never going to leave me? Never going to leave me for her. Her. Felicity Monroe. The one and only heiress to the Monroe Union and Global and the woman who is responsible for my misery and pain. Not only is she rich and uncomfortably attractive, but she also has the attention of the man that I love. The man that has consumed my every thought and being and the man who cares little for such things. It's not that he knows, but ignoring it. It's just that it makes no sense to bring it up when the chances of losing him are as high as Mount Everest. 'I'm not looking for love or a committed relationship, Soraya. I just want the pleasure of your company and body. One mention of wanting more and this arrangement is over. Understand?' Those are the words he said to me 8 months ago. Right before he took my soul, my innocence and the power to give myself to anyone that isn't him. Alessandro Orion Hale has damaged me right then and there. He made love to me. No! He f****d me and left me in tatters and I didn't complain once because I liked it. I liked the way he did it and how it felt. It was as if he wasn't in control of his body and I was the reason for that, but as soon as it was over, he left. He left me in an hotel room with a copy of the contract we signed the night before and a note that said he would call me whenever he needed my services. And it was at that moment I realized what I had done, but it was too late to do anything about it because I was now his w***e. His dirty little secret. A mistress to a woman he claims he isn't in love with. How ironic, I laughed to myself. How f*****g ironic.