CHAPTER TEN

I still felt shaky from seeing the pictures of Jeremy kissing me in Isabel’s phone. When did that happen!? I remembered being dizzy at Lisa’s birthday party, I was drunk but I hadn’t drank much, Jeremy had brought that drunk and—

I gasped, Jeremy!

He roofied my drink! He kissed me while I was unconscious!

I was so angry, I paced around my room, gripping Isabel’s phone in my shaky hands.

I needed to tell Eric… but, could I? Was it best to tell him?

I could just confront Jeremy and get him arrested.

But what about Lisa? I’d be causing a rift in her relationship and she seemed so happy with him.

Despite we weren’t on speaking terms, I didn’t want to hurt her. So, I deleted the pictures and went on about my day like I hadn’t seen them.

“How’s Isabel?” I asked Eric as we ate dinner. He wasn’t eating, he was just tossing around his steak with his fork.

She had been in her room all day probably crying.

“She won’t eat dinner..”

“This must be really hard on her.” I sighed.

“Do you think that bastard has… you know, done really intimate stuff with my little girl?” He asked, his face hard in pain. He couldn’t even make an eye contact with me.

“No. I think they’ve only kissed.” I told him, I didn’t dare tell him about the chats or nude photos… or the pictures of Jeremy kissing me.

I paused and thought of something.

“Why don’t she go to the vacation with us?”

“No!” Eric quickly refused. “I have business friends coming too and they might overlook your presence as a mistress but not Isabel, no one knows about her. Except you.”

I wondered how Isabel must feel about being hidden from people, she had no friends at all, no social life. I couldn’t do anything about it, I wasn’t her mom. I was just a contract mistress.

“Okay baby.” I agreed and continued eating.

At night, I went to Isabel’s room to talk to her.

“What are you doing here!?” She frowned immediately I knocked and entered.

She was holding a big pink teddy bear with her name on its white tummy. Her food was covered on the desk, probably untouched.

There were pictures of Eric holding her as a child and her playing musical instruments on a shelf of books. Their father daughter bond was special.

“I’m sorry for what happened, Isabel.” I started as I walked closer to her bed. “It was for your own good.”

“You’re up to no good in this house, Olivia. You’re only here for my Dad’s money like the rest of them and you’ll leave soon like they did.” She told me.

I decided to ignore that.

“You should eat.” I said, rubbing my arms like I was cold.

“No.” She replied defiantly. “I want you to leave! Just leave! I hate you!”

“I’m not like the rest of them! I love your Dad!”

I blurted out. Did I just say I loved Eric? Did I ?

“Well, he doesn’t love you. He loves only me, get that into your head!” She half yelled and turned away from me.

“If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here.”

I said to her back and then left with a aching heart.

There could be others before me, contract mistresses and Isabel was right, she was the only thing that mattered to Eric.

Eric had a customized private jet. Almost everyday, I get to understand how really rich he is. I had diamonds jewelries and beautiful dresses that cost more than I could fathom and all my debts were cleared in less than a week of being with him.

We left for Florida on our vacation in the jet. We sipped cocktails and had a sweet conversation on our way there. I thought a lot about Isabel and wondered how she was doing, although Eric had asked that her musical instruments were returned to her and got her a new phone, also new dresses and a diamond tiara, she looked happy before we left but I still felt she was miserable deep down.

Getting to Florida, we settled in a colonial house with beautiful gardens, it was similar to his house back in New York but this one had a rural environment setting.

“It’s so lovely!”

I squealed, twirling in my shirt flared red dress. My room had a huge window that gave me the beautiful view of a golf course and pond, although, I was a bit sad that he retained our sleeping arrangements in different bedrooms on our vacation.

“It’s an old house, one of my first houses, I had it renovated about three weeks ago.

“That’s exactly when we met!” I mentioned. It had been three blissful weeks getting to know Eric in and out of bed.

“I had it renovated for us, I wanted to bring you here. It’s somewhere I want to live in when I’m old—older and you know, It’s my retirement place.” He said, sheepishly like he was telling me his life dreams.

It was his refuge, a place he would return to and he brought me here? What did that mean?

“I love it!” I said, happily and hugged him. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on my mouth and forehead.

“I got you something.” He told me as he moved away to a small box.

He opened it and brought out a white bikini. He showed it to me with a proud smile and I gasped at the sight, It was so classy and sexy.

“Wow! It’s so.. sexy and lovely!” I said as I took it. “Thank you, Eric.” I smiled at him and he smiled back. He was so freaking cute!

“There’s a beach a mile away, it’s private, just you and I. I don’t want other men ogling what’s mine.”

I giggled at this, his possessive side was sexier to me than it ought to be.

We paused and watched each other for a moment, I stared at his handsome features and how good he look in a casual t shirt and denims, his eyes unabashedly ran from my face to my boobies and then my legs.

“Come here.” He hooked his finger at me and I walked slowly to him. He pulled me to himself once I’m within arm’s reach and squeezed my butt through my dress.

“This ass of yours will be the death of me..”

He murmured, kissing my chin. I kissed his too, his stubble grazing my lips and then our lips met and it turned into a deep kiss.

“And your boobies too..” He rasped in between kisses as he reached for my left boob and caressed it. I moaned into his mouth and searched for his hard-on which wasn’t hard to find. I gripped it and he grunted.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you’re ever soft..” I giggled.

“Not when I’m around you. I’m just a love struck old man..” He chuckled and gave me a big kiss with a smack.

My heart skittered when he mentioned he was love struck, did that mean he loved me?

“Turn around..” he ordered and I did. He unzipped my dress and it fell to my feet, he walked me to the bed and bent me over.

“Please, please, I want it..” I begged when he was taking so much time to get his dick out. My pussy was pulsating and dripping with need.

“You’ll get it, you’ll get it a lot..” he rasped and then I hiccuped in pleasure when he sank his hard hot dick into my wet heat.

He thrusted right away, locking my wrists in his hand as he took me from behind.

“Yes, yes..” I moaned as he continuously hit the right spot. He was super good at this and I got jealous when I thought of how he became so skillful—other women.

I came in minutes and he thrusted more before he came too. He fell on my back and kissed it as we panted heavily in unison. I wondered if this would really have to end.

Eric could not stop staring at me at the beach, I was playing with the water while he sat under a tree reading some business magazine . He was wearing shades and just blue knickers, his big chest was in view and all mine to look at.

“Come into the water!”

I called out and immediately, he joined me.

I splashed against him and tried to run but he caught me quickly and spanked my butt. We laughed, happy in the moment like an actual happy couple with no weird contract.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered against my lips as he held me, my boobs squishing against his chest.

“Working in a cafe?” I joked.

“Never again..”

He said with a look that made butterflies fill my tummy.

While Eric worked in his home office, I went off to the supermarket to get a few groceries, I wanted to make us home made popcorn for a movie night that I planned in his bedroom.

As I drove my cart down the aisle, I noticed a guy in a black baseball hat watching me but he quickly turned away when we made eye contact. I ignored that and went ahead to pay for my stuff.

I was putting my shopping bags into the passenger seat when I felt the strange urge to turn back and caught the same guy taking a photo of me. I got scared and rushed into my car and drove off home.

When I returned, I found Eric hurriedly packing up files into his suitcase with a worried expression.

“What’s happening!?” I asked dropping the shopping bags.

“Isabel..” He said and when he looked at me, I saw fear in his eyes. “She tried to kill herself!”

Oh. My. God.