I was jerked out of my uneasy sleep, by the sound of my alarm. It was 5 am. I got up immediately and dashed into the bathroom.
After a warm bath, I went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. Sandwiches and tea were my favourite option for breakfast. I got dressed up and left for work.At work, I was gloomy and sad. I didn't bother greeting or talking to anyone. I tried my very best to avoid any conversation, whatsoever. I avoided Becky, as though she was a plague.Despite how close we were, I didn't want to talk to her. Definitely, she'd always have a listening ear, and probably, help me out."Good morning, Alice!" Becky greeted me, as I walked past her. I damned her and continued walking. I've never behaved this way before.She walked up to me, when I finally settled in my office."What's wrong with you? You don't seem alright. Please talk to me!" She sounded quite desperate to know what's wrong.I ignored her and bowed my head on my desk, tears building up in my eyes. I didn't want her to see me cry. I stared down at the empty floor.Tears flowed down my eyes, freely. Becky noticed that. I felt her soft hands on my neck, soon after."You're crying? What's it? Please stop crying. Talk to me." She was getting quite impatient.I raised my head. I couldn't believe I was crying. I thought I could hold myself. I wiped away my tears with the back of my hand. She gave me some wipes too."Becky…" I began."Yes? What's it dear?""Mum is critically sick… She needs surgery… It is a million dollars. Where do I get such money?" I cried out, gasping as I talked."What?!" She stood in awe of what I just said.She reached for my shoulders and placed her hand on them, thumping her fingers on them, comfortingly."Take it easy, dear. You can still find a way out," she reassured me."What way? What way Becky?!" I yelled out, in despair.I was almost losing it. Becky drew me closer and gave me a hug."It's well, dear. We'll find a way. Don't worry, I'll try my best. Anything for you." She smiled at me.I nestled myself into her comforting arms, finding solace in her words. That was exactly what I needed right now, someone to hold on to.Luckily, she's here for me and has always been there for me. She was just like a sister to me. I love her so much. We disengaged from the hug soon after and got back to work.I felt terrible at work. I made too many mistakes, stupid ones. My mind wasn't at rest. I've been thinking for long time now.Another thought just occurred to me.'My boss asked me to see him in the office today.'I quickly rushed to his office. I pressed the doorbell. Hardly waiting for an answer, I paced to and fro, by the door. I was ill at ease with myself. I couldn't just pull myself together.Soon, I heard a voice from the inside of the office."Come in, Alice!"I went in immediately."Good day, sir! Please I…" I was breathing heavily."Sit down, Alice," he offered.I sat down immediately and continued."Sir, please I need your help. Please, my mum is sick. She needs surgery urgently. I don't know if you could be of help. " I said, out of a heavy heart.Although I'm sure he could solve all my problems, I didn't bother telling him about my other problems. I didn't want him to know much about my family, nor did I want to bother him much."Oh! So sad. I'm sorry about that. I could remember you told me about it yesterday. I see," he replied, with a sad expression on his face.He paused for some minutes and stared at me. I wondered what he was searching for. He then asked,"How much is the bill?""It's a million dollars.""Oh! Alright then."He placed his hands on the table, gently and said."You know what?""What?""I'd give you the money."I was so happy. I almost stood up to hug him."Thank you so much, sir. I'm very grateful sir." I bellowed."In fact, I'd give you two million dollars." I didn't know he was still talking.'God! What did I do to deserve all these?' I thought in my mind.I couldn't hold my joy anymore. The thought of it was exhilarating. I smiled at him and appreciated the gesture, once again.He smiled back at me and continued."But, I'd only do that on one condition," he said, sternly.My smile disappeared. I looked at him with great contempt."What's that, please?" I didn't like the suspense.I just wish he could notice and talk quicker. I pray it won't be too bad.He grinned from ear to ear and then looked intently at me."You'll be my mistress." He dropped the bombshell.'Well, not too bad,' I thought.After all, I knew how to do all a mistress does. I could wash, I could clean, I could… But then, does he really need a mistress?I blinked my eyes slowly and rested them on him. He was as hot as usual. I didn't want to give it any thought, though.There were some minutes of silence. I savoured the moment to think.'How can I be his mistress? What the hell?!'Well, I'd do anything, anything in my capacity, to keep mum alive. No matter the costs. I love her so dearly. She and dad are the only things I have and I cherish them with all my heart."Are you in? Do we have a deal?" He jolted me back to reality."No… Yeah,... I… I'm in!" I stammered, unsure of what to say."Alright then. I'd send you the money by lunchtime. I'd tell you the details of your job by then too." He replied, with a smile on his face.I should be happy, but I'm sad.I saw something underlying in that statement.'What does he imply by 'details of my job'? Who doesn't know the work of a mistress? Hope it's not what I'm thinking? Why is he so ruthless?' I was lost in my thoughts.I was waved out of my mini trance by a slight tap on the table."If you wish to change your mind, you may do that before lunch. You can leave my office now!" he said, fiercely.I crept out of his office, slowly and went back to mine.I sat down on my seat and cried uncontrollably. I don't want to be his mistress for goodness sake! I really need to have a rethink.The image of my mum in the hospital, loomed over my face. I could remember how pathetic she looked.I really need to get her out of there!I glanced at my wristwatch, it was lunch time, time to see Mr Bernard and to decide whether to be, or not to be. I knew this was going to be a very difficult decision to take. I was clearly going to choose between the devil and the deep blue sea!I also knew that whatever decision I make, it would definitely define my future. So, I needed to choose wisely. I'm supposed to have made this decision before now. I should be dotting my i's and crossing my t's.I weighed both sides of it, comparing the implications of each and trying to figure out which would be better, with the few minutes I could help myself with, before Mr Bernard came calling. I wish he wouldn't come so soon, so I could think longer and perhaps, harder.When I remember my mum in the hospital, it pains my heart deeply. I remember all the sacrifices she had made to bring me up to this level. I remember how much she had done for me in the past, and all that she's still doing for me and dad. Indeed, the importance of a mothe
The days passed by, quickly. The day I was supposed to settle my own part of the deal drew nearer. I couldn't help but wish I wasn't in this position. If alone I had an understanding boss…'Oh no!'It's a Friday, my last day in his office, as his secretary. My very last day to have a will of my own! I knew it that after today, I'm fully sold out. Sold out by myself, to the ruthless billionaire!I wish I could turn back the hands of the clock, and perhaps rescued myself from this mess. Well, I wasn't actually regretting my decision. It was indeed the best thing to do, for my mum. But not for me. But anyways, I'm glad to do this!I was to begin being his mistress next week, but he insisted I moved into his place tomorrow, while I got ready for my job there. He also said that he would have to get me some new supplies, within the weekend.As the day went by, I counted down my freedom from days to hours and then perhaps, minutes. I had this feeling of being a lamb led to the slaughter, with
Night descended suddenly like a dark curtain. I couldn't help but think of tomorrow and what it may bring.I lay down on my soft bed, staring at the perfect white ceiling, probably for the very last time. I felt comfy in the softness of my bed for the last time too and I thought about so many things, the very last thoughts I might give them.I stayed there in bed, not minding the cold and storm raging from the outside. It didn't really matter to me right now.I moved my eyes away from the ceiling and surveyed the entirety of my earlier arranged, pink, medium-sized room, trying to find out if there's anything that's not in order. When I convinced myself that all things have been given their final touches, I closed my eyes and covered myself with my duvet, after I mumbled a few words of prayer. Morning rose quickly, I woke up lazily, stretching my weary arms and legs and yawning heavily, like a tired fellow. I sat down on my bed, wishing myself all the best for the day.I stood up as
I heard a knock on the door that jolted me out of my sleep. My sleepy head couldn't help but wonder who it could be. I took a few minutes to get a clearer view of the large darkly lit room. It just dawned on me that it wasn't my regular room. I was at my boss's house.Without wasting much time, I walked up to the door to see who it was that disturbed my peaceful sleep. I opened it gently and was greeted by a stunning view.My boss was looking so heavenly. So perfect, for me. He was putting on nothing, but casual boxers that did well to hold his large cock in place. His wide shoulders and well-built abs looked like those of someone that frequented the gym. I raised my eyes up to his face, to meet his deep brown eyes, that always gave me a sense of security. His hair looked quite tugged at, but it stood beautifully, anyway. His well-tanned skin, it glowed even in the darkness. I couldn't help drooling over him.I imagined how good it would feel, running my fingers through those wonder
"Stroke my dick gently, Alice!" He ordered.I did so without hesitation. I heard him groan in great pleasure, at the touch of his dick. I caressed its tip and then went down the shaft. His cock twitched under my arms. He moaned loudly."I want to fuck your mouth!" He howled.I opened my mouth and took his full length in slowly, after licking off the drops of precum at its pointed tip. He groaned louder, giving me the feeling that I'm on track. My saliva lubricated his cock and made it easier to get in. I could feel his cock twitched in my mouth, while I licked it. Soon, I was almost gagging, as it hit my throat."Fuck… heavens! Ohhh… Yeah! I want to cum!" He groaned, as I took him in.Soon after, he did cum and I swallowed his salty cum, just as he did mine earlier. He pulled out of me and leaned down, to give me a kiss. As we kissed, he tasted his cum in my mouth and it thrilled him so well. I could feel his cock falling teasingly on my clit, while we kissed. I desperately wanted
Bernard's POVSome years ago."How dare you? How dare you plan to get married to that fucking asshole?!" Mr Johnson Alexander, my father reprimanded, with an angry expression on his wrinkled face."I'm sorry dad, but I just have to. I love her so much. I can't imagine getting married to someone else!" I replied, innocently."Oh, I get it! I can see you must be going nuts. Of all the women in the world, you sheepishly chose this stupid idiot?! Are you out of your senses or something?" "No dad. I know what I want. Roseville is who I want and I don't mind going against your damn orders to make her mine!""What makes you think she's worth you? She's just like one of those peasants I spoonfed with not even up to one millionth of my wealth. Don't you have some self worth?""For all I know and care, I love Roseville and I won't mind making her mine. Say whatever you wish to. I don't really care!""Well, I can see you're well into her. In that case, you'll have to forfeit your share of my wea
"Welcome, Ben!" Roseville, my fiancée greeted me with a kiss, as she opened the door."Thanks dear." I replied, raspily, trying to look elsewhere than her face.The expression on my face wasn't thankful, though. If alone she knew what I had in mind, she would know it's no time to exchange pleasantries. I have also been here a couple of times, I needed not to familiarize myself with the environment. Not much had changed after all.She raised her gaze to my face and frowned. Placing a hand gently, on my shoulder, she said,"What's it with you? You don't seem alright. Please talk to me," She held onto my collar dearly, her eyes peering into mine, pleadingly."Can you at least usher in me?" I stated, rather huskily."Oh sorry Ben! I almost forgot. I was just too curious," she apologized and led me into the living room, holding me by my hand, as we walked."You may have a seat. Make yourself comfortable," she offered, with a smile."Thanks," I breathed.I sat down on the couch and she sat
"Hello mum!" I greeted, after picking up the call."Hi Ben! How've you been?" She replied, on the other end."Very well, mum. How about you?" I asked."I'm good, son." she answered.There were some seconds of silence on the other end. I wondered what momentarily took her attention away. Perhaps she had forgotten what to say."Hope everything is fine, mum?" I questioned, breaking the silence. "Yeah, Ben." She replied.She paused again for some seconds and said,"Ben, you spoke with your dad recently, huh?" She inquired."Yeah mum. I did speak with him today. Not quite long from now." I answered."Okay, son. And what did he say to you?""Mum, he refused to let me get married to Roseville, my fiancée," I heaved, gulping down the hitches on my throat."Why is that? What were his reasons?" She was too eager to find out."He mentioned that she was a pauper and hence isn't fit to be entangled with me!" I continued.I felt so unhappy saying this, knowing fully well that it was true what was