Chapter six

JASON'S POV 

Having Meena all to myself was satisfying. After she embarrassed me at the coffee shop that day, I went and dug out information about her. No one dared to humiliate me like that and go scot-free.

I discovered that she had a sick mom who desperately needed surgery, and she just quit school and got a job to raise money for her mom.

I took advantage of her situation and offered her a deal. One that would be hard for her to resist. She accepted, not minding the consequences attached, and moved in with me.

I taught her a very valuable lesson about living with me, I own you, Meena, and you don't dare disobey my rules.

She had to understand that, as much as I wanted to fuck her always, I could still do without her. I have models who will give anything to share my bed, or most of my female clients who have made their intentions known to me but I declined. 

I am a very principled man. I don't want ladies who would have a taste of me and refuse to go. I can't possibly stay with the same person for more than three months; I would get bored and drive her away.

But there is something about Meena that wants me to spend all my time with her. 

From the moment I discovered I was the first man to make love to her, I wanted to always be the only one to have fucked her. She is sweet and innocent; I can't allow another man to touch her.

I left her on the verge of climax; I could feel her pussy tighten, and she begged for my dick, but I refused to yield to her request; I called the shots, not her.

I went back into my room, applied lubricant to my hand, and jerked myself. I could not sleep with this huge erection.

When I was done, I headed to the bathroom, cleaned myself, and went to bed. I will have a busy day tomorrow. Some clients from Paris were coming to sign a huge deal that would change the status of my company.

EARLY THE NEXT MORNING 

The sound of my alarm woke me up, and I dashed up. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and had my bath.

I cleaned my body, put on my five-piece suit, I had to look official and sprayed my dark musk perfume. I stirred in the mirror and I was pleased.

I headed to the dining room and to my surprise, Meena was standing there with her pink apron smiling beautifully in front of me.

“Morning dear, I hope you had a wonderful night's rest?” She asked

I smiled back and sat on the chair. “I had a refreshing night's rest, thank you, Meena. Now sit, let's have breakfast.”

She was shocked when I asked her to sit. “We will eat together from now on,” I told her. “You are my wife and that's what's expected.” 

She nodded and sat down.

She made toasted bread with bacon and prepared my coffee just the way I liked it with heavy cream.

“This is very tasty,” I commended her.

“Thank you,” she said with her mouth filled with bread.

I took two more bites, sipped my coffee and headed out. 

I loved to drive myself to the office, except for special official meetings where I needed my driver to take me.

When I arrived at the office, ladies were there to welcome me. Models flocking all around and the media is ever present to record all that going on in SilkStich cooperation.

Bernice rushed to meet me, after her skirt incident she's been keeping a straight face but I did not care.

“Good morning Mr Jason, the clients from Paris will be here by 11 am, your meeting with the new models is scheduled for 2 pm and you have a dinner date with the ambassador from Prague.”

“All events must end by 4 pm. I am going home to meet my wife, Bernice, I said to her looking indifferent.” 

The files in her hands drooped and she looked at me shocked. 

“Jason, I don't understand,” she called my name after a very long time

“It's Mr Jason to you, Bernice, I am your boss remember?”

She could not control the teardrops from her eyes; they flowed tirelessly. But that wasn’t my concern; I wasn’t promised to her or anything.

“How could you? After all this while watching you change your women, even helping you pick the best ones, hoping that it would be me that owned the final piece!!!! But what do I get? You get married behind my back?”

“I never promised to marry you, Bernice; I was never interested in you and would never be interested in you. Better put yourself together; we have a busy day ahead.”

Ding, the elevator stopped, and we were at my office. I walked away from her and into my office to begin my activities for the day.

BERNICE POV

Words cannot do justice to how hurt I am feeling right now. 

All this while hoping he would have his fill very soon and then settle down with me, not even minding his reckless and lustful lifestyle. He just got married? 

Who stole his heart? Because Jason is not the type to fall in love, he is a cold-hearted bastard. A very possessive dominant who only wanted submissives.

I have a very busy day. I know he is waiting for me, and I couldn't afford to lose this job now. I will put my shit together and move on.

I know exactly what to do.

I went into my office, searched my bag, and found a small bottle of whisky. It's always been with me since the day I saw Jason fuck his submissive in his office, not minding that I was around. I needed something to calm my nerves, so I always walked around with it.

I took a little sip, and I was ok.

I brought out my mirror, powdered my wet face, adjusted my mascara, and painted my lips red.

I headed out to meet him so we could proceed to the conference hall and showcase our new designs to the clients.