The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 9 - The Party

Chapter 9 - The Party

She looked straight into his eyes.

"Isn't it what you wanted?" It breaks his heart to see her like that. "I'll give it to you but—"

He quickly fixed his pants, shaking a bit from what she did.

"As much as it makes me want you to suck me right now, I won't push you on something like that unless you wanted to without pressure." He sat up and pulled her up. "Let's go. You are going to eat whether you like it or not." She gasped when he carried her like a princess and she held onto him, looking away.

Is she trying to be a good mistress? A good mistress who would please their lovers until they are satisfied in exchange for something she wants? Well, she isn't just a mistress or a kept woman, but she'll be his only mistress and his muse.

They ate quietly and she barely touched her food. He has to pull her into his lap and force her to eat a little. She must feel depressed or something so after their lunch, he took her to his study and didn't pressure her much on eating and let her play the cello.

Hesitation was across her face and looked at his desk full of paper works. He kissed her forehead and settled down on the sofa.

"Play for me, darling." She rubbed the rosin first on the bow and looked at him. "Stop if you are tired."

He tapped something on the iPod that was sitting on the coffee table and he took a folder. She sat down and tuned up the cello. She closed her eyes and exhaled and played the music that has been running on her mind.

Full of loneliness and sadness. That's her music at that moment. She glanced at him who was watching her all the time and then he walked toward her and kissed her forehead. The thing that she wouldn't expect.

"Keep playing, I got the energy to work."

So, for like an hour, she's playing the cello and he's reading lots of documents. She stopped a few times to adjust the tone and kept playing again. Both of them seemed didn't have a track of time until she felt her fingers were a little swollen. Her shoulders and arms are a little stiff but she kept going since playing is her passion.

He went to the balcony to study and talk over the phone as she kept playing. He then stood in front of her and made her stop from playing.

"Change your clothes, we are going somewhere." He turned back and she put down the bow, placed it carefully on the box, and followed him. He is in their walk-in closet and rummaging on her dress on what she should wear. She only sat down and massaged her fingers.

He reached the chiffon white dress that has an off-shoulder sleeve. He gave it to her. He turned back and removed his clothes that leave him only wearing boxers. She slowly bit her lower lip and turned back. He got a very nice broad back yet it has her nail marks. She removed her home-dress, since she's not wearing any bras, she chose one of her strapless bras.

She gasped when he hugged her from behind and pressed his bulge at her behind. Since he is insisting, she faced him and lets him remove her panties.

Alessandra couldn't hold himself as he took her there leaving both of them breathless as they leaned on the mirror. She sleepily fluttered her eyes and he watched it. It's beautiful.

"Baby, dress up and make yourself beautiful. Okay? You can sleep in the car." She did as she was told after he cleaned up his mess. She put on a very light lipstick, mascara, and brushed her brows and little powder. Then pick up one of her white stilettos.

She took her purse with her phone, lipstick, and facial powder. He was wearing slacks, and a little formal attire but casual at the same time. She reached his collar and helped him with it. He took her left soft hand and kissed it.

It didn't take them long to be in a mansion. Lots of people were there and she felt uncomfortable because her eyes were on them. She wanted to pull her hands off him but he didn't let her go.

"What do you think you're doing?" He murmured in her ear. "Are you afraid that they'll think that you're my mistress?" she flushed in embarrassment at what he said. "Darling, I brought you here as my muse, not just my mistress. Soon, I'll settle the papers to have my name on you and after I announce it~~" She looked into his eyes, confused. "Now be a good girl, and don't smile at them." She bit her lower lip.

"Don't smile?" She was even more puzzled.

"Yes, you are beautiful when you smile. You are sexier at whether you smile or not. I don't want you to be nice to them."

"I don't understand you."

"Soon you will." He kisses her knuckles and places her hand on the crook of his arm.

She was introduced to too many people in the field of business. His assistant was always with them and two bodyguards. Soon, a woman came in her 40's, her hair is prune and wearing a red dress, red lipstick. Her chin is up and very much terror-looking.

"Alessandro, what's the meaning of this?" The woman asked.

"What do you mean, step-mother?" She was surprised. Step-mother?

"Your fiancée was over there." They both look at Tracey who looks hurt but glares at her. He laughed aloud and smirked.

"When did I ever propose to her? Mother, Tracey is your friend's daughter and I wonder why you match us up for like years. Was it because she also wanted the taste of my wealth? Father isn't dead yet and neither the company is yours."

"Remember that she's one of our business partners. And where did you buy such a cheap woman?"

Yes, she's a cheap woman. She sold her body for a night but it seemed like she'll be tied up to him forever. It was great torture and she hates these elite people. He looked down at her and she didn't look at anyone because what the woman said is true. He raised her chin and made her look up at him.