THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET MISTRESS

She had never met the famous billionaire CEO before but she'd seen his pictures severally on the television and in magazines. He even had a section dedicated to him on the tabloids where his weekly activities as the co-CEO of Sheraton Group of Companies were discussed.His father was the famous Gary Hamilton, who was popular for being among the richest businessmen in the city. Sheraton Group of Companies had grown over the years to surpass even the companies it had come to meet, SkyNet being one of them.His name was Edmund Hamilton, the billionaire's only son and heir. He had a face that looked like it was carved by angels and a body that looked like it was sculpted by a god. She knew that much because she read his section on the tabloid every week and as she did so, she fantasised about being with him. But she knew it was a pipe dream. At twenty-five, Emily Peterson was a little above five feet with a slim, curvy body. Her skin had the exotic look of someone who had been out at the

Somewhere behind the fence bordering Pinnacle Hotels and the broad road that spread outside of it, a man stood on a ladder behind the fence, leaning forward to look through the pair of binoculars he held.He squinted his eyes as he looked, but he saw nothing. About an hour ago, she'd entered into the hotel and had since not returned. Something was going on.He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket at once and began to place a call. The line rang twice before someone answered."Hello," The horse voice on the other line said, almost whispering. "Edmund is here, sir," The man said, "And so is Emily Peterson, Gary Peterson's daughter. Earlier, she'd also been at the office with Edmund. Do you think that's a coincidence?"He heard a quick jolt on the line."I'm afraid not," The hoarse voice responded. "Coincidences like this are not common."The man nodded in affirmation. "What should I do? Should I take the hit?""No!" The man on the other side of the line said hurriedly, "Keep an eye

She squinted at him at once, her eyes demanding an explanation. "What happened? How did the meeting go?" He exhaled heavily and sat up on his seat. "Well, Gary kicked against the idea I pitched to him. He seems convinced that my ideas are not good enough for SkyNet." "I was afraid that that was going to happen," Emily piped in," She sighed, "Gary is a difficult man to understand." "Let's get out of here," Edmund mumbled. He was already rising to his feet. His towering frame stood over Emily, urging her to join him. She joined him a moment later and together, they walked out of the premises and jumped into Edmund's Porsche that was parked outside in the driveway. Edmund started the engine and the car skimmed into the city, gunning past tall buildings and shady trees that lined the road. They did not talk for the rest of the drive. Edmund stopped before the building that housed Sheraton Group of companies and killed the engine of the car. He snapped his head towards Emily at once

"I want you to move in with me when I get a house." Those words reechoed in her head as she stepped into her office. They'd haunted her dreams the past night and were about to ruin her day now. That was Jason's request from her the previous night. She'd said she would think about it, but that was a lie. She couldn't think about it. Her office looked exactly the same as it was since she left it the previous day. She was yet to furnish it to her taste, but that was the least of her problems right now. Heaving a dire sigh, Emily slumped onto the executive seat before the table and leaned back on it, allowing her whole body to relax. A moment later, the door swung open and Edmund stood before her. He was not smiling. "Morning," he greeted. "Good morning, sir," Emily said, sitting up at once. He glanced at his wristwatch and returned his eyes to her. "You're late, Emily. Why are you late?" She wetted her lips and swallowed hard. "I---I'm sorry, sir," she stammered. "That is not

He could not keep his mind off her the entire night and when he woke up the next morning, she was the first person he thought of. He tried to envisage her in his eyes. She was blonde and full-breasted, with the soft-milky skin of a child. His body tingled as he thought about her. He could not believe that at a dire time like this, such a mundane thought crossed his mind.Emily Peterson! There was something uniquely compelling about her, something beyond her beauty and made-for-sex body that had haunted his dreams from the first day they'd had sex. He hoped to find out what that special thing was soon. But first, he had to secure her help.The next morning, he went to the office earlier than usual. His troubled heart would not allow him to sleep the whole eight hours. He was mer with the sleepy-eyed receptionist when he arrived. She shot up her head in surprise when she saw him and greeted him. Edmund mumbled in response and went his way.Emily was not in her office when he arrived. B