Billionaire's Gorgeous Mistress

Two o'clock in the morning, Pond Villa, west suburb of Durban.

Under the cover of night dotted with sparse lights, a pretty and slender figure jumped off the wall.

"Ow, ouch."

Vivian Swift sprained her ankle when she jumped down. Her eyebrows knitted, she endured the pain, stood up, crouched low, and walked in. As her cell phone vibrated in her pocket, she took it out and received a text message.

"Vivi, let's talk. Call me when you see the message." Sender: Hudson Attlee.

"Nah!" Vivian sneered as her eyes went dim. Collecting herself, she stuffed the phone back into her pocket and continued her way inside.

She had a backpack on her shoulder and a camera in her hand which was a standard 'paparazzi' equipment. Due to her aching foot, every step she took was painstaking. When she inadvertently raised her head, a delicate face was revealed.

Under her straight bang was her fair skin as tender as freshly shelled eggs. Her slanted big eyes glittered and reflected her mood. Her vermilion lips were as delicate as rose petals. Her skin and lips brought out the best in each other. A dimple on her left cheek was faintly visible yet lively.

Daring not come too close, Vivian held her breath and lay prone behind a rockery.

There was an open-air hot spring pool in the courtyard. Amid the stream, a man and a woman were bathing inside with little clothes on.

"Mr. Luke, what do you think? The essential oil has been changed according to your request." The woman raised her hands, placed her fingertips on the man's temples, and rubbed slowly in circles. From time to time, she would glance at the man who kept his eyes closed. Her look was coy, and her cheeks were rosy.

From the wrong angle, Vivian was unable to see the man's face and could only hear his deep voice, "Nothing special... the smell of the essential oil is still not right."

"Uh... really?" The woman paused slightly and moved closer to the man. Her fingertips also slid from his temples to his chest. Even her tone changed, "Mr. Luke..."

The voice... Vivian shook her shoulders and lifted her camera. Here came the headline!

"We forgot to learn how to lose our love..."

When she was just going to press the shutter, her cell phone suddenly rang in her pocket. Startled, Vivian took it out for a glance. It was Hudson again!

Angry and anxious, Vivian scrambled to hang up, but her shaking hand pressed down the answering button. Then a deep male voice with a tinge of rage came out, "Vivian, why didn't you reply to my message? We haven't broken up yet..."

"Darn it!" Utterly discomfited, she simply hung up and turned off the phone.

Everything quieted down again, and Vivian lifted her head... game over!

Knowing that she should run, she immediately got up but couldn't move fast on her injured foot. What was worse, she tripped over a pebble, stumbled to the hot spring pool, and hung onto its wall.

"Ah..." Vivian screamed in pain and panic.

Jonathan Luke abruptly opened his slanted, deep eyes with displeasure. The woman hurriedly drew back her hand that reached for his chest and reminded him in a low voice, "Mr. Luke, camera..."

Jonathan glanced at her and spoke indifferently, "Get out!"

... Without further ado, the woman rose and got out of the pool.

Slightly lifting his chin and casting his eyes down, Jonathan walked towards Vivian. Dumbfounded, she didn't dare to move and just looked at him blankly.

"Paparazzi? Tabloid reporter?" Jonathan's deep voice sounded elegant to the ear.

"I..." Vivian looked up at him and swallowed nervously.

Jonathan stared at her with narrowed eyes, and the corner of his lips curved up in a spurious smile. After a glance at the camera near her hand, he slowly lifted his hand for her.

"Ah..."

Amid her scream, Vivian was pulled into the pool and got choked by the profuse hot water, "Cough, cough, cough..."

Before she could catch a breath, her waist was clasped by a strong force.

"Ah."

In an instant, her body was pulled close to the tall man, and their skin was contacted. The air was too ambiguous.

Vivian raised her head and struggled. The top of her head hit Jonathan's jaw. With a height of 1.7 meters, she was not short, but the man was more than a head taller.

Her heart somehow raced when she saw the man clearly. It turned out that... Mr. Luke, CEO of Durban, was so handsome.

He had a broad shoulder, a thin waist, long legs, as well as lean and robust build. The lower half of his body was invisible underwater. His light chestnut hair was disheveled and still dripping with water. From his thick chest, the droplets with a warm luster kept trickling down along his eight-pack abs, which set off his tall figure.

Short of breath, Vivian nervously opened her lips. At close range, her breaths sprayed on Jonathan's face.

All of a sudden, he slightly arched his bushy eyebrow, and a hint of incredulity appeared in his eyes... The smell of this woman! Somehow, he felt so familiar!

The therapist had been looking for the scent, and it was incredibly found in this woman? Not quite certain, he lowered his head, buried his face in the pit of her neck, and inhaled greedily.

The soaking damp, the buzz in her ears, and the strange sensation from her neck frightened Vivian so much that she was about to cry, "Mr. Luke... what are you doing? I admit my mistake and won't take another picture! Please spare me!"

Oblivious to her plea, he held her more tightly, and Vivian's eyes were filled with horror, "Mr. Luke, I'm begging you, please let me go. I didn't take a single picture!"

Without a word, Jonathan just inhaled the smell of her body.

"Mr. Luke, you don't believe me? You can check my camera. Really, I didn't take any pictures... It's my job, and I'm sorry for the disturbance. I promise I won't do this again..."

No matter how she begged for mercy, he didn't respond the whole time. While he buried his face in the pit of her neck, his thin lips unscrupulously rubbed against her skin.

"Ah... Mr. Luke, I..."

During her plea, Jonathan suddenly bent over, lowered his head, and sealed her chattering mouth quickly, accurately, and vigorously! To shut her mouth was his intention, but the astringent marshmallow taste was so captivating that the kiss could not be stopped!

That was the smell! Accidental and obtrusive, but it was the exact smell!

"Mm..." Vivian's mind went blank, and she felt the air was drained by her lungs little by little. Her body was pressed into his chest so hard as if she was about to be consumed! Did she interrupt him and have to repay him with her body?

"Boohoo..." Vivian cried in fear, "Mr. Luke, please let me go! I'm just a reporter. My figure is poor, my appearance is common, and I have no experience..."

Jonathan suddenly clasped the back of her head and whispered in her ear, "Quiet!"

"Huh?" Vivian was dazed and scooped up from the hot spring pool.

Jonathan only had a wet bath towel around his waist, and she was soaked. Her clothes stuck to her body, attenuating her curvy figure.

Carrying her, Jonathan strode inside and threw her into a wide sofa. In fear, Vivian's tone changed.

"Mr.... Luke!"

Jonathan's tall body then pressed down on her, pinning her down easily. He snatched the wet backpack and camera before throwing them on the floor. His eyelids drooped, and the long-lost drowsiness kicked in... He buried his head in the pit of her neck, "Sleepy, hit the sack!"

When his limbs wrapped around the dumbfounded Vivian, she couldn't move a bit!

Jonathan had a good night's sleep. Vivian, however, shuddered in his arms and didn't close her eyes all night.

As long as she moved a little, he would tighten his arms and held her more tightly. How was she able to resist Jonathan's robust limbs? Vivian found it both funny and annoying. This was absurd!

The deadlock lasted till around dawn. Racking her brains, Vivian tried another time to push him.

He seemed fast asleep and unresponsive?

Overjoyed, Vivian held her breath and got out of his arms. Just like this, they were huddling on the couch all night? Mr. Luke's hobby was... so special! Losing no time, she planned her escape!

For fear of waking him up, Vivian crept out and didn't even dare to breathe freely until she got out of the gate of the villa. Covering her chest, she opened her mouth to take a breath, "Ah... that was close! So close!"

While she dragged her injured leg to flee, a black Porsche drove over and pulled off steadily at the gate.

In the villa, Special Assistant Zack Tout looked at the fast-asleep Jonathan blankly.

How long? He hadn't seen him sleeping like this? Because of his chronic insomnia, Jonathan chose to live in a quiet villa and hired no servants.

Otherwise, Vivian wouldn't have climbed over the wall so easily last night.

Any slight noise would affect his sleep. That woman last night was Jonathan's new therapist. The former ones didn't help him much.

When the sunlight shone in, Jonathan's eyelids twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He sat up from the couch. His hair was already dry and his forehead was revealed.

His features were sculpted. His eyebrows were thin, long, and smooth. His deep eyes glittered cold light. The bridge of his nose was high, and his pink lips were puckered. His face showed neither joy nor anger. The depths of his mind were impenetrable.

"Sir, you... had a good sleep last night?" Zack ventured to ask, "Looks like that therapist is capable."

"Humph!" Jonathan snorted faintly with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

It was his most relaxed and soundest sleep last night. He hadn't slept like that for years, and those professional therapists couldn't help him. Unexpectedly, an intruder made it happen!

How would he let her go?

"Don't let that woman come again. Did you see any other person when you came in?"

"Other person?" Zack shook his head in confusion, "Nope!"

Jonathan pursed his lips and landed his gaze on the sofa. There were a backpack and a camera. Before he spoke, Zack also looked over, walked there, and fetched the items for him.

"Sir, what is this?"

Jonathan only took the still wet backpack. Unzipping it, he found a wallet and a notebook inside. After he opened them, the corners of his lips curved up involuntarily in a satisfied smile.

"Sir?"

Jonathan handed a wet badge to Zack, "Vivian Swift from SINO Web... find her!"

Editor-in-Chief's Office, SINO Web.

Hanging her head, Vivian came out with a pouted mouth. She had a bad day. Her salary was deducted, and she needed to pay for the camera. The medical expenses for treating her sprained ankle could not be reimbursed... She raised her head to take a breath when the voice of her colleagues assaulted her ears.

"Vivian, help me photocopy these files for the meeting!"

"Vivian, come here for a look at the typography!"

"Vivian, where are the coffee and pastries requested by Mr. Leigh?"

"Vivian..."

As busy as a spinning top, she hadn't stopped for a rest since seven o'clock yesterday morning. Until two o'clock in the afternoon, she finally made time to sit in a pantry and nibble on a cold hamburger.

The door was pushed open, and Vivian thought it was her colleague who came to urge her again. In a hurry, she wiped her mouth and stood up, "Coming..."

She raised her head but saw an unfamiliar man. Dressed in a well-ironed suit, he looked refined and courteous. Vivian thought he should be a client and thus smiled hurriedly, "Sir..."

Zack broke in and smiled, "Miss Swift?"

"Uh, yeah..." Vivian nodded, "Sir, how did you know..."

Before she could finish, Zack shouted to the behind, "Come in, take her away!"

"Huh?" Confounded by the situation, Vivian looked shocked.

Two men got in, silently caught her, and dragged her outside. Vivian widened her eyes. Was this abduction? Before she could call for help, her mouth was already covered by Zack.

Zack smiled faintly at her, "Sorry for the offense, Miss Swift. According to our boss, you are noisy, so..." He spread his hand, and his man handed him a tape, with which he sealed her mouth!

"Mm." With no way to call for help, Vivian was taken away and stuffed into a car that sped off.

In the consulting room of the hospital, Jonathan was sitting on a sofa. Neatly dressed, he slanted his long legs against the floor. Resting his forehead on one hand, he fiddled with an antique lighter with his right palm.

Surrounding him stood his men as well as doctors and nurses in white uniforms.

"Sir, the woman is here!"

Zack pushed open the door and led Vivian in. At the sight of Jonathan, she turned pale but couldn't speak behind the tape. She could only shake her head, "Mm..."

"Take her inside!" Jonathan raised his hand to instruct.

"Yes, Mr. Luke."

The nurses stepped up and pulled the frightened Vivian into the examination room. Pinning her down on the examination bed, they tied up her limbs. Unsure of their intentions, Vivian widened her eyes in horror and struggled in vain.

From the door, Jonathan walked in.

"Mr. Luke."

Jonathan walked to the examination bed, cast his eyes down on Vivian, and placed his hand on the jeans at her waist. Vivian was terror-stricken. What did the man want from her?

Jonathan arched his eyebrow, "Wanna speak?"

He was kind enough to remove the tape from her mouth.

"What do you want?" As soon as the tape was torn off, Vivian questioned him in a loud voice.

Jonathan thought for a while and answered seriously, "Help you... remove your pants and examine your body. You'd better be a virgin!"

"What?" Vivian straightened her waist but couldn't get up because her limbs were tied up. In shock, she glared at him, "You are insane. Let me go!"

Ignoring her request, Jonathan waved his hand towards behind, and the nurses immediately went out.

"Nah!" Jonathan sneered, placed his hand on her waist, held the brass zip, and pulled it down. His movement was swift and neat.

"Uh." Vivian felt her body stiffened. Overwhelmed by the shame, she paused for two seconds and then screamed, "Ah, stop, you pervert! Bastard! Scum!"

But he didn't stop.

From a box at the side, Jonathan took out a pair of sterile gloves and took them on. Aware of his intention, Vivian felt a shiver down her spine!

"Lunatic, pervert... stop."

It was too late...

Jonathan took off the gloves, tossed them into a trash can, and nodded in satisfaction. There was even a tinge of warmth in his gaze at Vivian, "Nice and clean."

"Get out!" Vivian gritted her teeth, and her tears kept falling? What kind of demon did she offend? Overwhelmed by the disgrace, she was dying to kill the man!

With his neat fingers, Jonathan loosened the straps around her limbs, turned around, and spoke in a deep voice, "Get dressed and come out."

Vivian zipped her jeans, stared at Jonathan's back, abruptly jumped up from the examination bed onto Jonathan, wrapped her arms around him, tilted her head, and bit his neck fiercely.

"Ow..."

Caught off guard, Jonathan grunted and narrowed his slanted eyes that emitted cold light.

In front of the 1.87-meter-tall man, Vivian looked petite. Their physique and strength were a world of difference. With a backhand grip on her waist, he easily lifted her.

"Humph!" Jonathan curled up his lips but not much joyfully.

He suddenly pulled a long face, took two steps forward, and threw Vivian back onto the examination bed.

With a thud, Vivian's head hit and knocked over a tray at the bedside. The instruments inside dropped and scattered around. In pain, she felt dizzy, and her tears fell.

"You have sharp teeth!" Jonathan smirked viciously. Blood strained the bite marks and wound down on the white collar of his shirt. Now the man looked obtrusive and devilish.

"What do you want from me?" She roared, but her body kept shuddering, and her tone changed, "Don't you know about human rights? I'll see you in court!"

"Sue me?" As if hearing an absurd joke, he arched his eyebrow. His eyes looked shiny, direct, penetrating, and threatening. His voice sounded like a contemptuous sigh, "Childish..."

Not sure of his meaning, Vivian got mists in her eyes.

Jonathan pursed his thin lips, bent down, buried his head in the pit of her neck, and greedily inhaled her scent. The smell... was accidental and obtrusive. But it was that smell!

His long fingers ran over her cheek. He was only attracted by her scent last night and didn't saw her face clearly. Now, this girl looked not bad.

"Let go of me, pervert! Bah!" Terrified, Vivian spat at him, her eyes full of anger and hatred.

Under the man, she struggled desperately, wriggled uneasily, and panted. His eyes red with anger, Jonathan abruptly bit her delicate lips redder with rage and held her back to pin her down.

After the passion subdued, he remained composed while she panted and glared at him like a frightened hare.

Jonathan fixed his eyes on her and slid his finger across her swollen lips. Behind his deep eyes, his mind was unfathomable.

"Monster, scum!" Shocked by a series of events, Vivian let out a torrent of abuse.

Loftily Jonathan kept his chin high and lowered his eyelids. Somehow, he didn't look angry. After letting go of Vivian, he adjusted his clothes and once again turned away, "Come out, I have something for you."

Gritting her teeth in resentment, Vivian tidied herself up and came out of the examination room.

On the sofa outside, only Jonathan sat there. Spreading his left hand on the armrest, he placed his right hand on his knee and fiddled with an antique lighter. At the sight of Vivian, he cast his eyes up at Zack who stood beside him.

Zack got his meaning, took a folder from his subordinate, and handed it to Vivian, "Miss Swift, take a look at this contract. Sign it if you are fine with it. Today, it'll go into effect. You have our boss's words. If you are not satisfied, you can modify it as you like..."

Without reading it, Vivian showed a contemptuous look, "What is it?"

"Uh..." Stunned, Zack looked a bit unnatural.

"Ahem." Zack coughed slightly, held the contract, and explained, "According to our boss, your resting time at night is needed. 100,000 yuan for one night and three million for a month. Daily or monthly settlement; it's up to you. If you are unsatisfied, name a price..."

...

What was this supposed to mean? Vivian certainly couldn't understand it. In shock, she glared at the silent Jonathan. Really, she was running into a lunatic!

"Huh?" Vivian smirked and shook her head incredulously, "100,000 yuan for one night? Three million for a month? Jonathan, why don't you just make it three million for one night?"

"Hmm." Jonathan frowned as if he was considering. After a short while, he continued, "... Okay, as you wish."

"Lunatic!" Vivian hadn't expected him to agree so readily. Out of anger, she gritted her chatter teeth and cursed, "Psycho!"

She grabbed the folder on the table and threw it at Jonathan's face, "Go to hell! Go with your stinky money and find someone else who likes to sleep with you! Animal, shameless pervert!"

"Sir!" Zack reached out timely to block the folder from hitting Jonathan's face.

"You don't agree?"

Still calm, Jonathan looked curious. Was there a woman in this world who could not be bought with money?

"You bet!" Vivian rolled her eyes, looked at the bite marks on his neck, and threatened, "Let me go! Otherwise, I'll break your neck in bed with my teeth! Let's see if you still want to sleep with me!"

Following her warning, she turned away.

At the door of the consulting room, two of Jonathan's men caught her arms separately. How could she walk away?

Immediately, Jonathan darted a cold glance at the hands of his men that gripped Vivian.

Before he spoke, Zack snarled hurriedly, "Let her go, you forgot the rules?"

They immediately let her go according to Mr. Luke's rules... Others were not allowed to get their hands on his woman! Apparently, Miss Swift already passed his evaluation and was claimed by their boss.

With one hand in the pocket of his trousers, Jonathan habitually swung the antique lighter with the other hand. Although wrapped in a rigid suit, his tall body still looked as vigorous as a cheetah. His preying eyes looked sharp and tense.

Vivian swallowed and adamantly faced his compelling gaze.

Jonathan frowned and raised his jaw slightly, "Let her go."

"Yes, sir."

His men let her pass. Surprised, Vivian lost no time to hurry off.

Jonathan clasped his palm, put the lighter away in his pocket, and turned around.

Unsure of his intention, Zack asked hesitantly, "Sir, we really let her go like this?"

Without a word, Jonathan cast his eyes down and covered the bite marks on his neck with his hand. The girl had sharp teeth, and her bite was painful. What else could he do? Brutal force? And then watch her cause trouble every night? He needed her to enjoy good sleep rather than see her disturbance!

"Sir, let the doctor treat your wound!"

Jonathan nodded, "Mm."

He wondered if the severe bite would leave a permanent scar.

The doctor stuck a band-aid on his elegant, fine neck. Nonchalantly, Jonathan opened his mouth and instructed, "Zack, investigate this girl... There should be some vulnerable spots."

"Uh..." After a moment of daze, Zack answered, "Yes, sir."

This was more like it. How would Mr. Luke let his prey go so easily? Regardless of how it started, they would all throw themselves into Mr. Luke's arms in the end.