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Playboy's Mistress = 27 = His lunch, her visit
"Mrs. Morgan, in business, nobody values relationships. Nobody cares about relationships... Everybody prioritizes profit. Everybody cares about money."_____________________________________________________AUTHOR'S POVShe looked at the expansive clothes hanging in the cupboard. Two hours ago, three ladies had come to arrange this cupboard. Now, on the left side, all her types of clothes were present, and on the right side were Ivan's clothes. She took out ankle-length black pants and a white tee. Her eyes widened when she saw the price of the tee: $900! She could pay four months' rent for her previous apartment with that amount. Then she checked the price of the pants, and it was $1000. She decided not to check the prices of her other clothes when she saw how many there were.Shaking her head, she closed the door and walked into the bathroom to take a cold shower. She needed some refreshment. She was tired of everything happening in her life. After 30 minutes, she came back feeling r
Playboy's Mistress = 28 = Take off your clothes!
EMBER'S POV"Can you see this huge building, Papa? One day, I will be the owner of this very building. You'll see, Papa. There will be a long black car waiting for me, driven by my driver who will also be my bodyguard. He will take me to my empire, where everyone will greet me by saying, 'Look, our intelligent miss, Ember William, is here.'""Oh, Ember, stop daydreaming and focus on the fishes. You're missing out on a lot.""Oh, Papa, the desire to fulfill dreams starts with our imagination. I'm not daydreaming; I'm imagining. A great person once said, 'The more powerful your imagination, the more powerful your future.' So whatever you want to do, first create an image in your mind and dedicate yourself to it.""Is that so? Well, I don't see a hardworking Ember; all I see is an Ember who daydreams about her future but never dares to work hard.""Oh, Papa, I am working hard, and I bet that next month I will secure a seat in one of the most prestigious colleges in the USA.""Ma'am, we h
Playboy's Mistress = 29 = Late night Conversation
AUTHOR'S POVIt was 2 AM in the morning, and she was wide awake, staring at the ceiling of the bedroom. The worries of her father finding out about her marriage were not letting her sleep. Her mind was racing, trying to come up with excuses for not attending the party. Her body tensed as she felt Ivan's grip tighten around her waist.She knew Ivan would take her to the party no matter what, and there would be media. It wasn't that her father would judge her; he had never been judgmental about her. He would never think or say anything bad about her after learning about her marriage to Ivan. He would understand her, but she still feared his reaction. Many people had suggested to her father not to send his daughter to New York City for her studies and instead get her married to a man. However, her father always dismissed their suggestions, saying, "My daughter isn't like all other girls... She is my pride, my respect, and she will never do anything that would dishearten me."She shifted
Playboy's Mistress = 30 = You are so beautiful, sweetheart!
Ember's POV"How is the dress?" he asked, showing me a full-sleeved frock that would reach my knees. The frock is light brown. Here I am standing in front of him in a bathrobe, and he is standing half-naked, only in ankle-length pants, showing his abs."It's good," I murmured."It's amazing. It will brighten your skin, and red lipstick will make you even more beautiful," he said, placing the frock behind him on the table. I saw him approaching me, and I held the knot of my bathrobe more tightly."Come here," he said and dragged me to the dressing table. Making me sit on the table, he sat in front of me on the dressing table. He took the makeup kit and looked at me."Do you know how to do makeup?" he asked, and I shook my head negatively."You've never done it before?" he asked in disbelief."I have done it, but they were light makeups. Here, there's a lot, and I don't know many of the things that are present here," I replied."Oh, wait," he mumbled and took out his phone. I saw him st
Playboy's Mistress = 31 = Welcome to my world, MY world
AUTHOR'S POVHe could feel her cold, sweaty palm in his hand, and it was clear to him that she was afraid and nervous. He looked at her face and noticed her scared eyes as she watched the media outside."Ember," he whispered, and she looked at him, fear evident in her eyes."Smile," he said, and she unwillingly forced a smile."Walk with confidence, Ember. No one will hurt you," he assured her, and she took a deep breath."Ivan... Ivan, please don't," she mumbled, holding his hand, and he didn't know why, but he liked it. He enjoyed when she touched him without him asking."It's nothing. Your father will never find out about our marriage, and even if he does, I'll handle everything. Don't worry, Ember," he reassured her, but she shook her head in disagreement."You are a famous businessman and a playboy. The news of our marriage and my presence here will spread like wildfire. No matter how hard you try to control it, it will be everywhere. Don't take me there. You go, and I'll wait fo
Playboy's Mistress = 32 = Dirty little secrets
"Hello, Mr. Xavier," Ivan replied, shaking his hand. Mr. Xavier noticed Ember, who was already staring at him."Hello, Mrs. Black," Mr. Xavier offered his hand to Ember, but Ivan intervened by shaking Mr. Xavier's hand and stating, "My wife doesn't like to shake hands with unknown people.""Really?" Mr. Xavier said, in disbelief."Yes," Ivan replied. "So it would be better if you communicate with me through your eyes only. Otherwise, I might do something that will make you regret your existence," Ivan said through gritted teeth, noticing Mr. Xavier's lustful gaze towards Ember, which made her uncomfortable."No, I was just admiring this beautiful creation of God. You are very lucky, Mr. Black," Xavier said, and Ivan smirked, feeling proud."Eyes on me," Ivan commanded. Ember felt a sense of happiness hearing his words. She held his hand tightly when he tried to let go. Next, he p
Playboy's Mistress = 33 = Possessive husband
AUTHOR'S POV"Congratulations, Ivan," he turned as he heard a melodious voice. He was smiling while talking to people, but he stopped smiling when he found a woman standing in front of him—smiling, looking at him with affection. She was Hennah, Hennah Mickelson. His face changed color and became emotionless, but he still maintained his cold expression, not letting her know what he was thinking or feeling."It's been a while since I saw you," she murmured."Hello, Ms. Mickelson," he said, and this time she stopped smiling. "I had thought that you would not be attending this party, but seeing you here, I am surprised," he said in his deep tone."You are my boss, so why wouldn't I attend this party?" she said, and he smirked."Then enjoy the party. My wife is waiting for me," he said and tried to walk away, but that's when she said,"I am happy you moved on," she said, and Ivan chuckled while turning to look at her."Life is all about moving on, Ms. Mickelson," he said, and she looked at
Playboy's Mistress = 33 = Insecurity
EMBER's POV"Ivan, Ivan... I want to talk to my papa," I said as soon as we entered his apartment."Later, Ember," he said, and I gasped in pain when he let go of my hand. Oh God, it's hurting badly. I looked at my wrist and found his handprint. Throughout the whole way, he was gripping my hand tightly."I don't want him to get any false news, so let me tell him," I said, and he looked at me. I found anger in his stare."Let him know whatever he gets to know. Let him think whatever he wants to think. I don't care. I am here to handle everything, so stay assured," he said. How can he say this? The man he is talking about is my papa. I don't want him to misunderstand me."No," I mumbled, and without caring about my situation, he walked away. He will not listen. Oh God, please help me. I bent over to take off my heel sandal. My legs are hurting badly.I hissed in pain as soon as I took off my sandals. Oh, I got some bruises. Why would I not get them? He literally dragged me like I am any
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