Cheated Desire: Mistress For Hire

Czarina's POV

I look at my watch and groan. I hope whoever that bastard is won't make it! I don't want to meet such a jerk! My dad's friend insists that I should meet his son because we will marry each other and my dad says that I should just try.

He's fed enough because of his friend's persistent behavior. A man is seated in the chair in front of me and he's fucking smiling to mock me. He placed his phone on the table and spoke arrogantly.

"Well, you're beautiful and I guess you're worth the fuck," he emphasizes the last word. I scoffed.

I faked my smile and decided to just finish this dinner and I'll complain to my dad as soon as I get home. "I guess Mr. Stanford is indeed a Casanova, like the tattletales say."

He laughs and just ignores the sarcasm in my voice. The way he looks at me makes me feel uncomfortable. I feel like he's stripping me inside his head.

I was waiting here for hours and all I get is a playboy and a shithead! His phone vibrates and I accidentally see the messages on his screen.

"Oh my, you saw it, right? Well, ladies love money, don't you think? At least, I'm a young and sexy sugar daddy. It's a great catch if you ask me," he stated.

Caleb's boastfulness is something that I can applaud. He really thinks women will always be flustered and happy to date a man like him. I laugh and finally! I saw that irritation in his eyes. It's my turn!

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. Oh, no. I mean it," I mocked and chuckled.

I even made gestures to piss him off more. If he thinks that I'm the same as those cheap women he had, he's fucking wrong. I think he forgot who I was.

"I like it. I think you're doing this because I made you wait. What if..." he halts and places the hotel card key on the table.

Caleb's smirk makes me shiver in disgust. What a jerk! I grab the car and put it in his wine. His expression darkens.

"You have the audacity to make me wait for an hour in this hotel. Be thankful that your dad has someone that he considers his friend. You even brag about those cheap women in front of me. What a coward," I remark. He taps the table and those who hear it are startled. I didn't show any fear at all.

"You should be thankful that I give time to someone like you. You're not even that adorable. Just fair enough to fuck. If my dad hadn't threatened me, I'd never come here. Be thankful that I even came," he elaborated.

The tone he used was nothing but a way to save his ego. He must have realized that I'm not someone he can fool with his ordinary, smug face. He believes that he's the most handsome man in the world just because women are swooning around him.

I lean on my back and cross my legs. "I should be thankful. Oh please. You know why women are swooning around you? It's because of money. You're not even handsome. Your face is making me puke. Also, I better choose a hobo to fuck me than you. I bet that shit is just the size of a baby's weenie."

That was the last straw of his temper. He stood up and dragged me off the restaurant. I let him be. I need evidence to convince my dad that marrying his so-called friend's son is the worst idea he could do for me.

My back slammed on his car after he pushed me off. I groan in pain. Caleb was about to hit me when I raised my fist and punched his fist.

"Damn you, bastard!"

I glared at him deathly. I pointed my finger in his face. "Tell your dad that I have no plan of marrying a man like you. You're more disgusting than a narcissistic man," I asserted firmly, looking at him with anger in my eyes.

I kicked his knee and he groaned more. If he thinks that I'm weak because I'm from a prestigious, rich family, he is wrong again.

"Caleb, remember this. I'm not just a pampered heiress. I will never marry an asshole like you! I'll let my dad learn what you did to me. Goodbye!" I roared and was about to walk out but he grabbed my shoulder.

That fire in his eyes was telling me that he had lost his composure and was ready to hit me if I continued acting like this.

"You really think I'll let you leave after kicking me? I will teach you a lesson!"

What I hate the most is when people stay at their tables and the staff are just watching us. I guess his popularity and the mere fact that he's an heir were stopping them. Damn them!

I was being dragged into the parking lot outside the restaurant. I took that chance and gave him a round kick. He was startled and let go of my hand.

"Don't make me mad further. You wouldn't want to end up in the hospital, wouldn't you? I can't believe women are swooning around you. You're nothing but a pathetic asshole. Don't come near me again or else, you'll meet your end. Understood?!" I roared.

I acted like I'd punch his face but I took that chance to walk away and find my car. I walked on the right side and didn't see him.

I accidentally bumped into a man. I feel like I smacked my face against a concrete wall. I gasp and caress my forehead. I hope Caleb didn't follow me or else he'll catch me off guard.

"I'm sorry. I'm not looking in front of me," I apologize. I raised my head and saw how beautiful his cognac eyes were. What caught my attention the most was the loneliness and hatred that tainted the beauty of his eyes.

"No problem," he coldly mutters. He walked past me. I turn around and watch him. "Boss Ciandrei! I'm glad you're here now. We have to go to the airport now or else we'll be late for our flight," he says.

I guess he's the secretary. I shrugged my shoulders and walked away. I found my car and drove it off of this place. As soon as I arrived at the mansion, I went straight to my dad's office.

He saw what kind of face I have at this moment. I roared at him. "I can't believe it, dad! Ugh! He's so rude and boastful! You wouldn't believe what he told me!" I screamed. He raised his hand to stop me from yelling, then signed me to take my seat.

"Relax, honey. I know what happened. I sent one of my men to guard you. He already told me everything. I guess the rumors were true. We already did our part and I'll take care of everything. I'll speak with Caleb's father," dad says.

That cleared my head and made me feel better. I remember what Caleb said. What if he tries to ruin my life because of what I did? What if he wouldn't stop until he had me in his bed?

"Dad! I want to travel somewhere and cool my head as well. I want to unwind and... maybe he'll stop trying to hook up with me. I know he will avenge what I did to him," I suggest. My dad crosses his arms and caresses his chin.

"Are you sure that's the only reason? I know you can handle Caleb. Are you trying to run away from your training, hmm?"

I smiled and nodded. "Please dad? Just a few weeks or months. I promise I'll come home as soon as I can!"

My dad sighs. "Okay. Which country, then?" my dad asks.

Czarina's POV

After I told my dad that I wanted to go to the place where Mommy and daddy had their one-month honeymoon, he agreed right away. Things between them turned bitter but dad remains one of the best dads in the world.

"Have a safe trip and call me as soon as you arrive in Quebec, okay? Also, I already told the couple who are caretakers of our house about your arrival. As for the problem here, it'll be easy to take care of that," he says.

I stood up and embraced my father. He never failed to pamper me with my silly and selfish requests. I am not a fan of material things like designer bags, jewelry, shoes, or even clothes.

My selfish request is to serve people. I started to build an orphanage for homeless people and even animals. I'm more into charity work than using my dad's money for things I can't bring when I die.

"Thanks Dad. I love you. You're the best daddy and mommy in the whole world. Even if... you know what I mean," I mumbled. He smiled sadly and patted my head.

"I know. When are you leaving?" he asks.

I smiled and we continued to discuss about my hiatus in my training to become the next chairwoman. I'll continue that after taking my vacation. I know I'll be ready when that time comes.

After two days, I arrived in Quebec. My jaw dropped as soon as I saw the place. This isn't just a humble home! This is an expensive two-story mansion in the middle of a farm and ranch! My dad really knows how to surprise me. An old couple comes out and they bow their heads right away.

"Greetings to Mistress Czarina. Welcome home here in Quebec," she says.

I smiled and touched their shoulders. They raise their heads and look at me in the eyes. "Thank you. Can I have your names, please?" I ask. They look at each other.

"I'm Elma and this is my husband, Jerome. We'll take care of your luggage. Your room is ready. Take some rest first and your dinner will be served at exactly 6 in the evening."

"Thank you. I really need some sleep," I mumbled.

After Elma sends me into my room, I take a short shower and go to bed. This jetlag will bug me for days. I close my eyes and start yawning. I better enjoy my vacation here in Canada.

In a week, I toured around the ranch and got tired of riding horses. I also meet the black stallion that is being raised and trained for me to use. I'm glad I know how to ride a horse.

I also learned that there are small villages in the northern part of the farm. There are twenty houses and families in there. The farm was 40 hectares and each of the families had their own farmland-a hectare to be exact.

As for the ranch where animals were raised, I think it's 8–10 hectares. They also told me that the previous owner died alone and entrusted this place to my Dad.

They became friends after meeting each other during their honeymoon here. He died before that nightmare started in my family.

"James, Elma, can I have some coconut juice, please? I'm already tired from helping plant the tomatoes. Being a farmer is tiring but it's exciting for me," I remark.

Elma gave me a glass of coconut juice. Each of them was surprised that I could work in such heat and learn the things I should know about planting vegetables.

"Lady Czarina, we can continue from here. You don't have to work with us," Elma utters. I simply grin.

"I'm okay. It feels great to work here anyway," I mumbled. They didn't get the chance to stop me, no matter what they said.

I've been staying on the farm for two weeks and now I'm here in town to see what kind of beauty this place has. I cross the street while drinking my cup of coffee.

I decided to visit a certain hill where you can see the buildings and the beauty of this town, especially at dusk. On my way up that hill, I stopped when something caught my attention.

I hide in a corner and peek again. I saw a man raising his gun and pointing it in a certain direction. "You all deserve this!" he roars in a controlled voice but the hatred and wrath are there.

I move around to where I can see the face of that man. I can be a star witness if he shoots someone. My forehead wrinkles. I remember this man! I bumped into him in London!

"Boss Ciandrei, stop it! What are you doing?!" his secretary says. He grabs the gun in his boss's hand. I breathe deeply.

"That was close..." I mumbled to myself.

I look at the direction in which he pointed his gun. I saw a man and a woman hugging and kissing each other. They come out of an inn. Wait a second. This scene is kind of intriguing.

"They deserve it. They've been fooling around too much. I want to end this misery all at once!" he roars. His secretary isn't afraid of that expression his boss has. He's brave.

"Boss Ciandrei, your wife and uncle might be... You know what I mean but ruining your hands with their blood is not worth it. You should know that," his secretary says.

He slowly pushed him into the car on his side. "Let's go back instead and talk about this further," his secretary suggested.

That man, named Ciandrei, didn't say a word but got inside the car. I hide myself and watch as the car leaves this place.

I end up going home after buying some groceries. I lost interest in going to the hill because of what I just witnessed.

It reminds me of a painful past. A painful memory that still haunts me. I locked myself in the room and sulked once again.

I got up in bed and tried to avert my attention by watching a series on Netflix. I have to stop thinking of that past! At first, it helps but the show that I choose is all about extramarital affairs and cheating.

It triggers me and I keep on clicking the keyboard. I was about to throw my laptop away when I heard a creepy tone. I look at the screen.

I think... I entered a forbidden website. I got curious and used my skills in hacking. I successfully entered the website and I'm shocked!

"Mistress for hire..." I whispered.

A certain man out of the 12 pictures caught my eye. The expressions his eyes showed were full of pain, hatred, and sadness. I clicked on his profile and read it.

"You are here again, huh? Why not? I'm bored anyway. I want to teach your wife a lesson anyway. She should know the pain of being cheated on," I mumbled. I clenched my fist and a certain woman came inside my head.

The next day was the moment that I'd been waiting for. I chose to wear a simple floral dress. It was below the knee and paired with my favorite beige heels.

I grab my cup of coffee and take a sip while waiting for the people I'll meet up with. The door opens. I saw them entering the café. His cognac eyes can captivate any woman in just seconds.

He has sharp jaws that make his square-shaped face muscular and sexy. He also has a regal nose and sexy lips. His brows and long lashes make his eyes more expressive.

He takes his seat and looks at me intently. "Are we just here for a coffee or what?" I mumble.

Ciandrei's POV

The first thing that I notice about this woman is her pristine beauty, pride, and dignity. I feel like I was talking to a girl from a well-off family.

"Well, if you didn't want to talk, then can I just have the contract and read it? We will never finish a thing if we are just sitting and drinking coffee," she suggested.

I tried to glare at her and intimidate her but it didn't work. I can say it very well. "Nathan, give her the folder," I coldly say.

My confidant handed me the folder and looked and she gave me strange glances. She opened the folder and started reading the terms and conditions.

"By the way, my name is Czarina Gilberts. The name written on the website is just an alias, right? Care to share your real name?" she asks calmly.

Her eyes were icy, crystal blue. It captivates me as if I were being dragged into a cold yet warm wolf of calmness. I shook my head and then blinked.

"My name is Ciandrei Augustine." I simply answer calmly.

Czarina simply nodded and looked at the folder that my secretary handed her. It took her a couple of minutes to read the contract. I applauded her patience in reading the contract.

She looked at me after that. "Mr. Augustine, I think this clause 2.3 is unnecessary, even in 4.4. I have no plans of asking for more or even disclosing sensitive information about your personal and business lives," Czarina remarked.

"I need to make sure because I'm not just a man wanting a mistress for sex, Missy. You will know the story and your job after signing that paper," I replied. She suddenly laughs.

"Don't worry. I won't stick my nose where it doesn't need to. Relax, I know where I should walk. That's beneath your shadow," she explains. She crosses her legs and sips her coffee.

"Don't demand to be the second wife. No pregnancy is involved. No falling in love and getting attached?" she utters.

My brow furrows and I look at Czarina with such disgusted expression. She rolls her eyes and signs the contract.

"I will never demand to be your wife. Of course, I will never dream of making my child an illegitimate son or daughter. Falling in love? No one had ever succeeded in moving my heart," Czarina stated coldly.

Her serious expression and that hidden hatred in her beautiful eyes make her dangerous. A woman who can control her emotions while having a storm inside their heart is practically dangerous.

What kind of mistress have I found? "A billionaire who had a beautiful, sexy, and alluring supermodel wife suddenly wanted a mistress. I wonder why?" Czarina asks.

I guess she has the right to know the truth. I need her anyway for a particular job. She's not a hired mistress that I can fuck in my bed. I need Czarina for another reason. I stood up.

"Don't you think it's better to talk in a peaceful public place?" I suggest. She stood up and grabbed her purse.

"Sounds better for me. We're talking about serious business anyway," Czarina mumbles.

On the parking lot, I opened the car door for her. "Get inside. Let's talk in my villa," I uttered.

She looks at me strangely and my brow furrows. "I'm not a fucking criminal, Missy. Don't give me that look." I glared at her and showed her how irritated I was when she gave me that questionable look.

"I'm just making sure," she bluntly murmurs.

As soon as we arrived at my villa, I told my secretary to cook something for dinner. She was looking around and then her eyes were on me.

"Your place is fucking plain. I don't see anything and the color sucks. Also, the only furniture you have is a small television and an old sofa. This is clearly a vacation house!" she utters.

I look at her intently and start to notice her own beauty. Czarina has an icy blue eye color that matches her long, dark eyelashes and upward eyebrows.

Her heart-shaped face gives her the power and confidence that she's showing. Czarina's lips had rich ridges and they may be small but they look luscious and alluring. She's gorgeous!

"Let's talk about your salary while Nathan is cooking something for dinner," I remark. I took my seat and she did too. I was about to talk again when she raised her palm.

"I don't need your money. I need something to entertain me and I'm quite bored already. I was curious about Mistress's experiences, so I tried it. Life is an adventure anyway. Plus, I'm not going to be one forever," she replied.

"Really? There's no way that a woman like you won't want some money. Do you really think that beauty comes naturally? Give me a break. Your salary would be 30,000 dollars. You only have to follow all my orders and do as I said," I remark.

She shook her head and placed her palm on her forehead. Czarina stood up and crawled onto me. I gulp.

Her legs were spread on my side. She pins her palm on the couch and moves her face closer to mine. I thought she would kiss me but instead she whispered something in my ears.

"If you want sex, I must warn you. I don't want us to cross the line. Kissing or hugging would be enough to make your wife jealous. So, don't worry. I won't bear your child so rest assured that your wife will only be the sole mother of your babies," she says. She moved away and stood in front of me. The way she looks down on me, she shows prowess.

"If I said that I don't need your money, I don't need it. All I want in return is to be entertained and that's enough for me."

A long silence was heard between us until Nathan called us because dinner was ready. "I ask questions first and I think you are obliged to answer me first before asking my reason. I have to know what kind of tigress side I can show when I'm facing the lioness," Czarina mutters.

Should I tell her the truth? She coughs once again. "My wife was a supermodel and billionaire herself because of the projects she's getting. She's famous and can turn things in her favor." I pause.

Czarina nodded while enjoying the pasta on her plate. "And? If she's that famous and beautiful, why did you want a mistress? That doesn't seem right. I know you're hiding something more... interesting," Czarina added. I can tell that she's fucking curious about the reason behind my decision.

"I heard and saw how she moans and has wildly sex with my very own uncle. They cheated on me in our very own bed!"

Her expression was stunned and she hid the anger that suddenly flashed in her eyes. "So you're telling me that you want a mistress to get even? Isn't that childish, huh?" she mocks.

What she said was true but there's another reason why I want a mistress. I need to divert their attention while...

"Ahem! Let's cool it down. You didn't know what my boss went through. Just like how you hide a secret," Nathan commented.