The Billionaire's Virgin Mistress

Bradley walked into the dimly illuminated club...... accompanied by two hefty guards.

Strippers danced on poles while.......a singer sang melodiously. She moved her body to the tune of the organs as men stretched their hands to hold her.

"Everywhere is clear boss" one of the bartender said as Bradley nodded and walked to a dark corner.

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"You were really good out there" Poppy said as Ashley smiled and......pushed her phone in circles.

"What, don't tell me you're waiting for...... your mom's call?" Poppy asked, cleaning the black lip stick from her lips.

"Of course,I...." Ashley said as Poppy cut her short.

"Don't even try it,she doesn't care about you, you've been staying with me for two weeks and she's not bothered?" Poppy asked with hands akimbo.

"Look,I know she's wrong by chasing me away but she's my mom,am h daughter of" a loud thud cut her short as the lights went off.

"What's wrong?" Ashley asked, trying to reach her phone.

"Poppy,Poppy" she called but silence greeted her.

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Just then,she felt some presence around her.

"Poppy is that you,Poppy" she called as fear crept into her.

"Who's Poppy?" A male voice asked as she trembled.

"Who are you?" She asked with trembling voice.

"You don't keep me waiting and you don't ask me questions" the voice replied and she clamped her lips as tears rolled from her eyes.

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"Take her" were his last word before she blacked out.

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   ~Ashley's POV

I woke up in a beautiful room, surprisingly my hands were not tied and I was in a floral night gown.

I stepped down from the bed and my legs hit a soft flip flops.

But who brought me here? Who could it be?

And thinking of it, who'll want anything from me?

I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and took my bath.

I wrapped myself in a pink towel and strolled to the wardrobe.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. This person really knows what I like and to top it all my favorite colour.

I got into a black short and blue crop top before walking down the magnificent stairs.

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I heard voices but it went down when I came face to face with....... "What! Mr Barcelo?" I exclaimed in surprise.

He didn't cast me a glance as he continued with his meal.

Next to him was his wife of three years..... and his siblings Benita and Brandon.

Yeah I know them because they....... have the biggest hotels, motels, schools, estate in the US.

A maid ushered me to a seat as a sit.

But his voice stopped me.

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"Don't mind him,he's just paranoid, what's your name?" His sister asked and I blushed.

His glare kept me shut.....as he gestured for me to follow him.

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"You don't come down stairs until I tell you to, you must do as I say, don't disclose your name to anyone" he said as I flinched.

Is he serious??....

"Why?" I asked as he chuckled.

"Because you're my mistress,and mistresses are slaves....." With that,he walked out, leaving me in tears.

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"Mr Barcelo, your mom is on the line" Cecilia his secretary said as he nodded.

"Mom,how are you?" He asked, checking some emails on his laptop.

"Am fine son, how's Pamela?" She asked, referring to his wife as he smiled.

"She's fine mom,when are you coming back, besides is dad with you?" He asked as Cecilia walked in and dropped three files.

"No, he's not,am actually in the kitchen preparing his coffee, he's about to go to work" she replied as he smiled.

"Alright,bye mom, love ya"

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He took up the blue file which held all the information to Ashley's life.

He'd set a date with the manager of the bar to look for a suitable mistress and this Ashley looked so young.

He flipped through the pages and his eyes caught something.

At the edge of the paper,her mom's name was boldly written, Miss woodall.

But why would her daughter be working in...a bar,so far he knew her mom was a wealthy designer.

Something didn't seem right. "Hello James,I need you to look into something for me" he said, scratching his stuble.

"What's it boss" James asked.

"I need you to look into Miss woodalls profile,her husband, daughter, work, everything concerning her" Bradley ordered as he disconnected the call.

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      ~Ashley's POV 

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Gosh, he's really a brute,who does he think he is?

I thought as I paced to and fro in my room.

Just then,the door opened revealing his wife Pamela, daughter of the senator.

"Hi" she said, looking round the bedroom sarcastically.

"Hi" I voiced out....with a croaked voice. I didn't know what she wanted or if she knew I was her husband's mistress.

Gosh when did my life become a soap opera.

"So you're what,a worker,call girl?" She asked looking into my eyes as.....anger flashed through it.

I didn't know what she wanted so I started to back away.

"Not so fast kitten" she said, pulling me close with a devilish smile displaying on the corner of her lips.

"What do you want?" I managed to voice out as she chuckled.

"Just joking hunny,am off to see my dad" she said and cat walked out of my bedroom.

Guess am stuck here!!!

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A maid brought my dinner upstairs......with a smug look on her face. Sometimes I wonder if the workers in this house normally smile cause they all kept mean faces.

I finished my meal consisting of.......mashedpotatoes,gravy sauce,salad,Indian curry and orange juice.

After eating,I walked into the bathroom to have my princess bath as my mind drifted to Poppy.

Was she worried about me? Was she behind this?

After spending one hour in the bathroom,I came out..... and was shocked to see Bradley in just his pyjamas pants.

I didn't even know he was home. I trailed to the wardrobe to grab my night dress when he turned to face me.

"Hi" he said, looking at my cleavage as I swallowed hard.

"Hi,uhmm can you turn around I need to change" I said as......he chuckled.

"There's nothing to....hide darling, I'll be exploring your sweet body very soon so don't bother to change, come closer" he said as I trembled.

I just hope he doesn't rape me, I can't,I just can't.

I moved closer to him as he wrapped his hands around me....... while pressing my boobs.

"Am so gonna enjoy your lovely body,let the towel drop" he whispered, trailing his lips down my throat.

What,he wants me to just drop my towel......

"I can't"I replied as he laughed.

"Really, don't make me....do it" he said in an angry tone.

"I said...." He pulled the towel away as I gasped.

He licked his lips and pinched my boobs as I moaned in pain.

"You obey me........ cause you're my mistress and I own you........I won't be nice tomorrow" with that,he walked out of my bedroom......

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