His Perfect Mistress

Synopsis

This was my fifth year as Samuel Reed's publicly acknowledged mistress. We had spent the whole night tangled up together. By dawn, I could barely hold myself together, but I still dragged my aching body to make him breakfast. Before I could leave, a large hand caught my arm. "Throw the condom away. I don't want to see a single strand of your hair in this room." His voice came from behind me leisurely. Samuel rolled over, showing his chiseled abs as he propped himself against the headboard and lit a cigarette. "Vivian is coming back to the country," he said coolly. "You need to make yourself scarce for a while." My hands fumbled with my bra clasp for a split second. "Okay." "And one more thing, she's a clean freak. Disinfect the whole place, inside and out," he said. "Okay," I replied. Samuel had once said he never lacked women. What he lacked was someone obedient, someone soft, someone who knew how to put up with things. That was why I got to stay by his side. Because of that, he was convinced I would never slip through his fingers. Too bad for him, this time, he was wrong.