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I’m a grownup woman. “Interesting.” Nathan is following me. “I hate you. Don’t humiliate me.” “I’m not, it’s just fun to watch you and Arthur play like a secret lover but the truth is you’re not.” I rolled my eyes and manage to escape him. It’s not like I don’t know that. Can’t he just not ruin the fun? I know it’s not fun being a mistress or being the other woman but I’m enjoying my setup with Arthur plus his wife and him are clearly over from the look of it so technically he’s just married in the paper.

Tears glistened on her cheeks, catching me by surprise. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. She smiled faintly. Her once bring eyes, now dimmed. "I was Raul's father's mistress before we got married," she stated quietly. My eyes widened—I hadn't expected that. "Yes, Angel," she went on, her voice steady but laced with pain. "I was his mistress. The difference is, he already had a child with his wife." I stared at her, speechless. She played with the water as she spoke, her story unfolding like the ripples beneath her fingers.

I held and squeezed Ruth’s hand, who still sat frozen on the sofa. "Sarah, wait!" Derrick called out. "Where are you going?" Kendall whined as Derrick pulled away from her and ran after me. Sonia looked bewildered as Derrick chased me. "Sarah, wait!” Finally, Derrick caught up to me. "What now?" I asked, annoyed. "We’re getting back together, right? Don’t worry about Kendall. She’ll accept being the mistress because you’ll always be my wife," Derrick said shamelessly. "Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving."

It has me more terrified as I nuzzle her cheeks. "Em! Baby, what's happening? What are you trying to say? Tell me," I urge her. "I'm not—" her voice is more clear now. "I'm not a mistress. I'm not a mistress" That single word escaping her mouth leaves me startled on the spot. I feel goosebumps all over me. "I'm not a mistress," she panics louder. "I'm not a mistress"

she coos, "They are going to be sore for a while; you're going to need to suck it up." I feel fingers sliding into me while Mistress walks behind us, so I know they are Masters. He doesn't want any other pussy, my ass. I knew it was too good to be true. This is the first time that Mistress has earned my distrust, but there isn't anything I can do. The contract says they both own me. It does not say she won't let anybody else fuck me, I just took her word for it. ~~~~~~~~

the woman said casually as she sat down, smiling sweetly at the camera. I winced from the pain and tried to speak, but Mandy shot me a sharp glare that shut me up immediately. “Look at this little tramp, caught red-handed and still so bold. Today we’re going to beat her so badly even her own mother won’t recognize her.” Someone grabbed me from behind. Mandy lifted my chin, angling my face toward the camera. “Sweetheart, why ruin your life being a mistress?” “A mistress? What are you talking about?” I was confused.

Was that the reason the mistress sent for me, to remind me my time was up and I'd have to be a sex slave till she finds an interested buyer? I clicked the door's button and let myself in. The mistress, a short, chubby woman with grey curly hair that bounced on her neck, sat behind her large mahogany desk that seemed to swallow her frame. "I have a job for you." She announced the moment I entered. I swallowed, "O.... okay?" She raised her glasses to stare at me with those stern eyes that gave me the chills. I lowered my gaze instantly, "I... I'm sorry. What is the job?"

I tried to imagine being intimate with someone who couldn’t even get my name right. She looked at me with a sad half-smile. “That’s just the way it is. I’m not destitute, but I’m not dripping in diamonds, either. So you just keep going from one to another and hope one decides to keep you as a mistress for a while. Well, maybe not you. Masterson seems to be eager to tie the knot with you. How did you do it?”

To think of the hell Alicia went through when Damon married Elizabeth must've been how I was feeling right now. I am such a fool! Hours from now I will be branded as the mistress, a title Rachel once held dearly and which will never be enough for me. "Liliana open the door!" Damon shouted, hitting the door with his might. Amidst all of this little Liliana was my comfort, I pushed the cradle back and forth, watching her sleeping was bliss only that she could be disturbed by Damon. I left her in the cradle and went ahead to attend to Damon before he create anymore drama for the both of us.