MUTE MISTRESS FOR THE ZILLIONAIRE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

It was a little after dinner when Vinnie’s phone finally came to life.She had been waiting so desperately for a call from Alex since the moment she left the Doyle’s building that now, when his name flashed on the screen of her phone, her hands started shaking and a massive ball of hesitation swelled in her throat.After being restless and uncomfortable the entire day, she thought she would be relieved to finally get a call from him. But to be this nervous, anxious and awkward all at once was not something she anticipated beforehand.Anyway, she managed to move past the nerves that seemed to be gnawing at her. Took a deep breath and told herself to calm the fuck down. It was not the time to stay in her head; her phone was still ringing.Vinnie practically pounced on the phone and swiped to answer.“Good evening, Ms. Hart,” Alex’s familiar voice arrived, and Vinnie thought her heart would almost burst out of her chest. To save herself from embarrassment— as if that could actually happe

Vinnie had never seen so much luxury in her entire life. She could swear on everything she had ever held dear. No matter how many times she closed her eyes and hoped to get used to this new life that now she had signed up for, her mind couldn’t wrap around the reality that was in front of her. The moment she opened her eyes, the strange feeling of displacement would hit her hard. Not that it was a bad thing. Vinnie enjoyed every bit of this life that she was being delivered to. In fact, she couldn’t even begin to express how grateful she was for it. She fell in love with the penthouse Mr Doyle had arranged for her the moment she walked through the door. The apartment was the perfect combination of modern and chic. It had everything Vinnie could have dreamed of having for herself, and the moment she stepped in, her breath was taken away. Her eyes were as wide as sockets, and her feet were unable to move. She just stood there, gaping, awestruck. If not for Alex, laughing at her jaw-d

The question remained: What would she do now? Would she be brave enough to take the initiative? Or would she continue to take what was given, and not ask for more? She didn’t know, because she had never been in a situation like this before. She didn’t want to come too strong, but she didn’t want him to think that he had made a mistake, either. She wanted to find out what the rules were, so that she could act the way she needed to in order to give him what he wanted. To understand how all of this actually worked. She knew what being his mistress meant, but what she didn’t know was what he expected her to be like as his mistress. She could see Mr Doyle’s eyes flickering with something she couldn’t quite decipher, and before she could react, he suddenly took a step forward and dived into the water. The water splashed around them, some of it spilling over the edge of the pool, some of it hitting her in the face. Vinnie let out a yelp as Mr Doyle sank to the bottom and emerged just a f

The next morning arrived and Vinnie woke up feeling a bit sore and a little disoriented. She stretched out lazily on the bed, enjoying the sensation of being surrounded by a mountain of soft pillows and luxurious sheets that smelled like lavender. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn shut, but even in the semi-darkness, Vinnie could tell that the interior was tasteful and elegant. She smiled happily to herself. Everything looked so beautiful, so classy...so expensive! It was her third day after she left her old, poor and boring life behind and came here—to the most expensive condo in the city—and started living with Mr Doyle as his mute mistress. Speaking of Mr Doyle. Her heart skipped a beat as she suddenly remembered what happened last night in the pool. How they shared a heated moment that had her insides trembling with desire and want, before he brought her back to her bedroom and continued to use his mouth to bring her to new heights of pleasure, something she wasn’t sure

For the next few days, Vinnie heard nothing from Mr Doyle.Strange, as she had expected to see him more often, now that they had…done a little bit of those intimate things. They had kissed. They had touched. And he had made her feel so much more than she could have imagined.Honestly, that man was absolutely good with things that he could do with his mouth alone. Vinnie had no regrets. No shame. And no reluctance to admit that she wanted for it to happen again. She wanted him close, close enough to make her forget about the process called breathing. She wanted his large and warm hands on her body, his lips on her skin and his rugged, hard-as-marble body flushed with her own.Shit. Was she getting ahead of herself? Had she become obsessed with that man somehow? But how could she? He had only spent one night with her. Just one night. And even then they hadn’t gone all the way. She was still a virgin. She knew because she had seen more than enough porns to know what to expect when things