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I was supposed to be offended by that but somehow I find it cute seeing her do that. It reminded me of our dating days, she was always so cute when she was angry. “I came here to ask how we are going to do this? And are you serious about me being your mistress?” She asks, saying the last part in a serious tone. “It was just to spike you, trust me, though I do want to do naughty things with you but we are going to keep it professional like you said. This is a deal between us, you warm my bed for a year to pay back what you owe.”

Gritting my teeth, I pushed myself up from the ground, but before I could regain my balance, a woman next to me landed a punch, sending me sprawling back down. She raised her phone, shoving the screen close to my face, her voice dripping with mockery. "Look, everyone. This is what happens to mistresses!" The screen was flooded with fast-scrolling comments, and yet I caught glimpses of the vile insults directed at me. They said I deserved to lose my child. They lamented missing the moment when the fake heiress had caused my child's death. They added that I, a mistress like me, should rot in hell with my baby, for it was important to eliminate the problem at its source.

Madison The meal that followed was a revelation. Course after course of exquisitely prepared dishes arrived at our table, each more delicious than the last. "This is incredible," I said between mouthfuls of a perfectly seared scallop. "Better than the ones at The Savoy?" "Different. But yes, maybe better." Alexander looked satisfied as if my enjoyment of the meal was a personal victory. He raised his glass. "To your first visit to London." I clinked my glass against his. "To unexpected tours and excellent guides."

“My answer is no, Mr Miller. I will not become your side whore....” “Language, Ms. Robinson.” Jack suddenly interrupted her. “And you won't be what you're calling it. You'll be my lover. My secret lover entitled with everything.” “Saying it with fancy words doesn't change the fact about what you just asked of me, Mr Miller. A mistress, a secret lover or a side chick, whatever you might call it, it's still horrible, and I'm not that kind of woman.” Ana showed how disappointed she was before she looked away. If not that they were inside a moving car, she would have already gotten down from the car.

I craved chocolate. “ This one is good. ” The voice that spoke behind me was awfully familiar. Abruptly, I turned around to come face to face with none other than Madison. “ Hey Alice. ” She smiled, the same controlled elegant smile that made her look polite. It was hard to say whether the sweetness of her smile was real or not. “ Hi Ma'am. ” I whispered in a low tone. “ What are you doing here? ” She asked looking around while my eyes took in her Golden dress.

I asked firmly but deep inside I’m trembling in fear. “I don’t want to go around the bush Celeztine, I’ve been a very straight person. I want you to be my mistress.” He pointed out. “A M-Mistress?” “Are you kidding me S-sir? Who would agree on that? Who wants to be a mistress anyway?” I asked unbelievably. Is this happening? “No one wants to be a mistress but sometimes you have to analyze first before you reject the offer. Who knows this is your chance to save your father?” He uttered.

Leveling Manage System Chapter 12 : Preparation A young mistress comes to the restaurant, her background was unknown, she books someplace to eat on the second floor. The skirt is very sexy, blue ocean color fill entire outfit, her hat was the same. The maid services her like other guests, extra smile than usual because a cultivation Potion, more energetic before the restaurant change owner. "Do you want some breakfast?" "Yes, please." "We have many menu this morning." "My favorite of course."

This here, screams power and wealth. I take my eyes off the interior for a bit and there, I notice, seated in one of the chairs is a woman. Not just a woman but a very beautiful woman. She is clad in a red, silk dress with matching red lips. She has a bored expression masked with a smile on her face, so she looks like she is trying very hard— but failing— to look happy or interested in whatever is going on this evening. She had matching diamond necklace and bracelet. I don't need to be told who the mistress of the house is because her appearance and demeanor scream it loud enough for me to not miss it. This is certainly Francesca. She looks like a Francesca, sophisticated like her name.

The light makeup on her face only further enhanced her immeasurable beauty! The Cult Mistress was exceptionally alluring to Darryl after not seeing her for a while. “Mistress, you suddenly called me back out. Is it because you missed me?” Darryl said with a grin. He was getting bolder after his two previous intimate contacts with the Cult Mistress. Monica blushed and flirtatiously rolled her eyes. “Darryl, I’m still the Cult Mistress. You’re becoming more presumptuous with such disrespect to your superiors.”

she huffed then focused on the boiling pot of stew – the scent was heavenly but wasn't as mouth-watering as one she once had. “Say, the chefs in charge of the meals, where are they?” The Head Maid batted her eyelashes confused then replied. “Do forgive me for answering your question with another, but whatsoever do you mean? All the chefs are still in the Palace”. “Oh? Then what about the green-eyed one? Her meals are so extraordinarily delicious; I've once had her meal but the taste's unforgettable!” Marianna gushed like an excited child, and the aged she-wolf recognized who she was referring to – Michelle.