The Mistress Runs Away Novels & Stories

Greta ordered and Isabel snarled and stomped away. “I’m Greta, the head staff,” Greta introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you,” I told her, nervously. I wondered what she must think of me, selling myself away to an older rich man. She took me to a room, it was large and well furnished. “This will be your room, there’s everything you need to settle in. Lunch will be served soon.” “Thank you,” I faked a smile as she left. In the contract, it was stated I would be a live-in mistress and quit my job. I would also be discreet about the contract and any breaching on my part would warrant legal actions from Eric.

That word from him seemed to drop like a bomb and sent the room into chaos. Briannna charged forward, grabbed his arm, and questioned him. "And you claim that she isn't your side chick, Spencer? Will you continue denying now that things have come to this?" Her eyes were reddened, and she looked as though she was trying her best to put on a strong front despite having been wronged. "Between me and her, there can only be one. You must make your choice today!" Her friends backed her up, saying, "That's right! You might be the CEO of a large corporation, but that doesn't mean that you can have a mistress!"

The sound of the shower running in the bathroom was clear, indicating her husband was still busy bathing. Cassia frowned as she looked at Sofia, her eyes filled with questions. What could her friend possibly be doing in their room? “C-Cassia? I-I was looking for you. Your door was open, so I came in. I had been knocking earlier, but no one answered,” Sofia replied with a forced smile. Sofia, a stunningly beautiful woman, gulped nervously when Cassia suddenly returned to the room. She hadn’t expected Cassia to come back, as the latter was supposed to be downstairs entertaining guests.

"How are you convinced that your husband is having an affair?" "I was at my friend's boutique and I saw a skimpy outfit. I thought it'll be good to try it on for Jansen but he already got it. My friend Suzy told me it's for the woman he loves, his sweetheart but he hasn't given me that dress and he hasn't tell me yet he bought that dress. If the dress is not for me, which lady is it for? He has no sister or a female cousin. I know he has a mistress Juliet and I feel frustrated cause I have no idea who she is. I'm gonna make her life miserable." Juliet noticed Mia clenching her fists firmly, she looked into her eyes, her eyes were like a burning fire that could consume anyone Juliet felt unre

*So she isn’t even the real thing and was running her mouth off at Leah, talk about hardcore fake* *I always thought that there was something weird with her, a gal ain’t allowed to be that pristine* *Nw, I feel kinda sorry for the mistress who had to lose her man to her* *I feel rather glad for the mistress. I mean, her bf was blind enough to choose the fake heiress over her. It is lyk karma’s dealing wth both wife and husband*

When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.

she countered, her fists curling at her sides. "I wouldn't have risked my all for a mistress," Nate reminded her, his face hardening. A flicker of pain crossed her face upon hearing that, and her lips pulled into a sad smile. "That's what everyone's wondering. Why Nathaniel Serrano risked it all for his mistress when he could have easily gotten another," Sera shot back without losing her composure. "You're not that. Don't use that word," Nate spoke furiously. "Then should I use whore? A sex slave? Or an esco..,"

Annabel replied from the ground, as she tried to get on her feet and wait for her next order from the mistress. My mistress, you bare the fairest of them all. I know it, already. But for your reply, I won’t make you starve this night. You are lucky. Now depart from my sight before I lose my lunch. She said as Annabel nodded and bowed before leaving her chambers. Okay, Ambrosia. This is your perfect chance to wrap the prince around your finger. She said to herself in the mirror as a knock on the door was heard. Who is it? She yelled from the mirror as the voice said,

my mistress said, not moving from where she lay with her head between my legs. “The spy was caught and is held in their dungeon and we haven't even begun phase two of the plan to capture the girl” she said, sounding annoyed. “Another failure, like the rest of you!” She sneered, her glare burning into my skin. She was the physical embodiment of ‘if looks could kill’. “Seems I was wrong to trust you pet” my mistress said, throwing my leg over her shoulder and kissing a trail down my inner thigh to the soft spot between my pussy and thigh.

she softly said and i tried to calm myself down a little as it surprisingly worked and I walked back to my room thinking of where they could have gone to. I was in her room some hours ago and if they were to run away, they wouldn't have gone that far and I would be able to sniff her to wherever she might be at. The mistress was standing by my door waiting for her workers to bring the feedback to her and her face suddenly turned into a scowl when she saw them returning without Lenora or the bastard. "We couldn't find them" one of them whispered into her ear,they probably were foolish enough to think I wouldn't hear them.