The Billionaire's Mistress.

"Alice! Mr Bernard called for you," Becky announced, walking briskly towards my direction.

'What have I done this time? I just hope I won't be fired.' I was gripped by fear.

I was too tense to face my boss again, after that wasteful night I spent at the club. I was drunk that night, after Charles, my longtime boyfriend, broke up with me. I just couldn't get myself together.

Had Mr Bernard been as drunk as I was last night, I'm sure I would have ended up having a one night stand with him. Thankfully, he wasn't. That would have been hell for me.

"Becky, hope everything is alright?" I asked, with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's nothing much, I guess. Just calm down. Nothing to be scared about, believe me," she replied, with a reassuring look on her face.

"It's alright." I muffled and walked slowly towards Mr Bernard's office.

Becky has been my closest friend at work. She worked as Mr Bernard's receptionist, while I worked as his secretary.

We shared so many things in common. She was just like a sister to me, always comforting me each time I felt heartbroken. She was too caring to a fault.

Hardly breathing, I led myself unobtrusively to Mr Bernard's office, my stiletto heels clicking at my every step. I pressed the doorbell and waited for a response, which took ages to come. This added to my anxiety.

'Why is he wasting time? Hope everything is alright?'

I mentally listed all that could have led to this impromptu call from my boss. I remembered what happened yesterday, my mind playing tricks on me.

'Oh God!'

I don't want to think about it. I don't want to think of how I clasped on my boss tightly, last night, as though my life depended on him.

'Can't he just let me in right now?' I wondered.

As though he read my thoughts, he ordered me to come in. Without much trepidation, I slipped into his office.

"Good morning, Mr Bernard. You asked for me." I said, as soon as I got to the front of his table.

"Good morning, Alice. I did call for you, but can you do me a favour, please?" He replied, calmly.

I felt so pissed off. I almost hissed in his presence.

'What?! Why should he be asking me for a favour? Is he in his right senses? What fucking favour is that?' I thought.

"Well, as long as I could," I muttered, managing a smile.

He paused for a moment. I was uneasy, especially when I found him staring at my cleavage.

I was putting on a light blue shirt, buttoned till the top, asides the collar button and a black pencil skirt, that fell just below my knees. It did well to accentuate my curves, but didn't look too seductive, anyway.

I wondered why he kept on staring at me. I fought back with the urge to call him to order. It wasn't really easy, though.

"That's good, my dear. You know, I like it when you're less formal with me." He said, smiling back at me.

'What did he just say? Did he just call me his dear?'

I perceive something is wrong somewhere. Something is either wrong with this man seated in here, or with my hearing.

'What the fuck?!'

I knew where this was leading to. I just wanted to get out of this office, as soon as possible! This is just too much for me.

"Or don't you think so? You can have a seat, my dear." He added, as though not enough.

I felt too clumsy around him. I seemingly lost all my self-confidence.

'God! Please help me!' I prayed silently in my heart.

I landed myself on the seat, unwillingly. I just didn't want to be adamant.

"What do you want from me, sir? How can I help you?" I asked, mustering all the courage I could.

"Now you're talking, my dear," he smirked.

"I want you. All of you! That's what I want. I love you so much, can't you see that?" He said, with a questioning look.

'Like seriously? I can't believe this!'

"I think I'd have to leave now," I let out, in my confused state.

I didn't want to stay there any longer. Just as I stood up to leave his office, I felt a strange hand on mine.

'Damn!'

I almost melted at his touch. To make matters worse, he kept thumping at my fingers. I froze at the spot.

Why am I always hypersensitive to touches? Not just any touch, touches from my boss? And now I've made the greatest mistake... I'm staring back at him. He looked so heavenly.

'Oh God! What will I do now?!'

I thought about freeing myself from his grip and getting out of the place immediately, but that won't be the best option.

'What if he locked up the door? It's an automatic door,' I remembered.

'Oh no...'

I looked at his face intently. His gray eyes, his well-tanned skin, his short brown wavy hair, his well-built abs, that hid behind those fitting three-piece, navy blue suits... I could only imagine what they'd look like. He looked so fucking hot!

'God damn it! Alice, perish that thought! Get your acts together!'

I was still lost in my thoughts. I didn't notice that this stunning creature in front of me was already standing some few inches away from me. I won't lie, he smelt really good in this close proximity.

It reminded me of my boyfriend. Did I say my boyfriend? Sorry, my ex-boyfriend.

Although he wasn't as rich as my boss, they smelt quite similar.

'Oh no... My mind! Stop it, Alice! How can I compare that demon with this epitome of exquisiteness I have here.'

I felt so messed up. I'm sure I'd really need some therapy.

I felt our bodies meet and his hands were now around my neck.

"What the hell..., do you think you're doing..., Mr Bernard?" I yelled out, stifling out a moan in-between my words.

"I said I love you so much. Don't you love me too?" He replied and I felt his lips on mine.

"Ugggh!" I let out another louder moan. I felt my body being set ablaze by his touch.

"I want to hear you scream my name and beg me." He said, looking into my deep brown eyes.

I had to be dreaming. It can't be real.

'What the fuck?!'

"Oh stop! Stop it, please!" I was surprised to hear myself begging him.

'Why can't I just get angry at him?' I chided myself.

I can't just watch this happen.

"Stop pretending. Don't you like it?" He asked and kissed me even harder, leading his hands to my bosom.

I tried so hard to suppress a moan, but I couldn't hold it anymore.

"Ahhhh!" I yelled, when I felt his hands unbuttoning my shirt. He hasn't started yet, see how my body is so responsive.

He felt so elated hearing me moan. In fact, it triggered him to do more.

He unbuttoned the first three buttons of my shirt and then ripped off the fourth.

'Oh... my dear button!'

He pulled my shirt out of my skirt, where it was neatly tucked in and slipped his hands into my black-laced bra. He fondled my nipples and squeezed them gently.

'My God!'

I must confess, the feeling was out of this world! I didn't want him to stop. This man really does wonders with his hands.

"I thought you wanted me to stop. Don't you?" He teased me.

"Oh yes... No. Continue. Please, don't stop. I love it!" I ranted.

He bent inwards and sucked my nipple. The way he skilfully ran his tongue on my nipples...

'God! I'm almost exploding.'

I was getting close already. I was breathing heavily. My heart was pounding furiously.

He wedged me in-between his hands and before I knew it, I felt my ass land on the top of his large glass table.

I was forced to bend backwards. I soon had my back on the table. He pulled out my shirt and unhooked my bra, quickly. My pointed breasts sprang up.

'Oh God!'

"Wow! I love your boobs," he smirked, too quick to point out.

I didn't know whether that was a compliment, or he was just scoffing. I didn't know what to say about that, either. I just smiled.

He held my breasts in fistfuls and began feasting on them, exchanging turns, periodically. I felt in another world. The feeling was indescribable.

Soon, he paused.

"Oh no..., Please don't stop!" I whimpered.

He laughed hysterically.

"Beg me, now! I want to hear you call my name loudly," he said, smiling at me.

"Please, Mr Bernard, don't stop! Please..." I blurted out.

"Don't call me Mr Bernard! You can do well to call me something better." He replied.

His arrogance is something I can't really deal with.

'Like seriously? What am I going to call him now?' I wondered.

Still thinking, I could feel my skirt slide down my waist. Before I could figure it out, I heard it fall on the floor.

'I'm stark naked before my boss, aside from my black, matching lace thong!'

The thought alone sent shivers down my spines.

I was jerked out of my reverie by the wandering fingers I felt on my clit. I literally screamed, out of shock.

"Ohhhh!" I groaned out, loudly.

I bet someone outside the office must have heard it.

"I like it when you let it out so loud. Scream for me, baby!" He smiled.

He slid a finger into my dripping wet core.

'Oh God!'

That feeling,... It ain't something I'd forget so easily.

"Oh shit! You're fucking tight, Alice," he looked up at me and increased his pace.

"Oh... Fuck! I'm cumming!" I spluttered, pulsating throughout my body.

"Cum for me, Alice!" He whispered gently into my ears.

He added the second finger gently, and then the third. He was stretching me and I could feel it. I wondered how I could accommodate it.

"Oh...my...gosh! Uggggh!" I groaned and splattered my milky cum on his fingers and all over the place.

He smiled seeing me cum.

He licked up his fingers like they were lollipops and then cleaned me up with his tongue. I curled up my toes and arched my head backwards, at the feel of his tongue at my entrance.

'Oh God...'

I could feel his warm breath on my cunt. I must say, the feeling was awesome! I doubt I've ever felt this way with Charles.

'Heck...No!' Too bad, though.

'Oh my mind again!'

I don't want to remember that Godforsaken dude of a boyfriend. At least, not now that I'm having a good time with my... Boss.

'Holy shit!'

I felt too guilty, but the pleasure I was getting down there,... It's far more than enough to overshadow any feeling of guilt in me.

He teased me with his skillful tongue. I kept on moaning. He dipped it's tip into my hole.

'Oh fuck!'

I could feel another wave of orgasm building up.

I arched my head more and fisted my hands on his head, grinding my hips to his face. I knew I would soon have my release.

"Uh-huh, Oh yeah... Right there!" I shuddered, as he hit my G-spot.

He looked up to me and smiled. He continued soon after.

"I'm cumming... Ooooh!" I moaned deeply, as I rode my orgasm.

'Oh God, this man is so sweet.'

He swallowed up all my cum and got up.

"Alice, I love how you made me feel," he said, beaming with smiles.

"I should be the one to say this. I wish we could do this another time." I couldn't believe myself.

With that, he kissed me very much deeper than before, his tongue fighting for dominance in mine.

'Oh God...'

It was mind-blowing!' I could taste my cum in his mouth. It was sweet. As sweet as I thought.

I was almost gagging, as his tongue fought for dominance in my mouth. He allowed me to breathe for some seconds, then trailed kisses down my neck, where he left some hickeys.

He then let me be and went back to his seat. He helped me get my clothes from the ground and flinged them at me.

"Get dressed quickly and leave my office!" He ordered.

'Is this it? After being gentle with me some few moments ago, he now treats me like trash? Oh wow!'

I blinked my eyes in disbelief.

I couldn't find my tongue. I quickly put on my clothes and made my way to the door. I shut it behind me with a loud bang. I didn't really care.

I just needed to think. Think sensibly, I mean.

'What have you gotten yourself into, Alice?'

I never wanted to talk to anyone. I didn't notice I bumped into Becky. She was the least of who I want to talk to right now.

'Oh no...'

"Alice! What happened? Are you okay?" Becky asked, staring into my eyes.

"I'm fine. It's nothing. I... I'm alright." I stuttered, giving out a feigned smile.

"But you don't look fine. What is bothering you? You know you can tell me anything."

"Oh yeah, I do. But, I'm fine. Believe me."

"I don't think so. We've been working together for years. I know you too well. Stop lying to me, Alice!"

"Okay, fine. Can we talk about this later?"

"Lunchtime?"

"Alright then. Let's get back to work."

We left for our offices after that. The guilt of what just happened kept haunting me.

I didn't want Becky to get to know about my affair with my boss. I wish today would go as fast as it could.

Although I didn't want to see Becky, everything really pissed me off. I made so many mistakes at work, but surprisingly my boss didn't get as infuriated as I thought he would.

'Well, what else should I expect, when I made him feel really good today?'

I took a glance at the clock hung by the sparkling white wall. It was lunch time already.

'Oh no!'

Becky would be coming in any moment from now. How do I escape from answering that disparaging question? How do I explain that it wasn't my idea?

'Good God, come to my rescue!'

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Becky... Oh... Mr Bernard! Do you need any file?" I faltered, shocked to see Mr Bernard, instead of Becky.

My breathing doubled. I was too scared to look at him for a second time. He was damn hot! As hot as hell! I hope he didn't notice I was gawking at him.

"You like what you see?" He asked, with a hint of a smile.

'God, this man is a temptation. I've fallen for the first time, I shouldn't fall this time.'

"No... Yeah... But what do you want?"

I knew I made a very big mistake by asking this.

"You should know what I want already. I can't get you off my mind."

God, forgive me, but the thought of it gave me joy.

'Just a little moment of pleasure, and now, he can't get me off his head already? Amazing, isn't it?'

I thought there wasn't going to be any emotional attachment, though. I thought I was just fucked for fun and nothing else.

Before I could understand what was going on, I felt his lips on mine. It was mind-blowing! Our kisses deepened and we got too engrossed.

We didn't notice when Becky entered the office. I wonder how long she has been standing there.

"Alice!" She yelled out, with disdain in her eyes.

'What the hell?!'

I felt too embarrassed. I wished the ground would open and swallow me up. I can't be able to face Becky again! I didn't know what to do.

Well, thank God she caught me. I believe I wouldn't need to explain anything else.

"I think I need to leave now," Mr Bernard said and left for his office immediately.

I kept staring at him, as he gorgeously walked out my office, until he shut the door behind him, Becky's stinging eyes on me. If only looks could kill, I'm certain I should be dead by now.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, messing around with Mr Bernard?! You think you can get away with it so easily?" She fired at me.

Despite the fact that what I did was wrong, I felt a tinge of jealousy in her words.

"Oh... I'm sorry... It was a mis... mistake," I stuttered my apology, indecisively.

"Oh really? You should be sorry for yourself. You should have known that messing around with your boss isn't why you were employed here."

"I didn't know how..."

"Oh stop it, Alice! You shouldn't make silly mistakes."

I stood there, like a rain-drenched chick, looking at the design of my shoes, all the time she talked. I dared not to look her in the face.

"Well, it's not too bad what I did, though," I whispered.

God, punish where that thought came from. I just rekindled the glowing fire.

"You still have the guts, huh? You're such a slut!" She spat.

"Oh, take it easy with me. I just kissed. Do you think you're better?" I fired back at her, with some strange confidence I never knew I possessed.

At the mention of her being not better, she kept mum. She knew, in fact, everyone knows, that it's the truth.

She formerly worked as a stripper in the most popular clubhouse in the city, before she became a receptionist at the billionaire's company. Needless to say, she was desperately satisfying countless men in return for their money.

The pay was nice, no doubt. She only had to quit because the pay she received as a billionaire's receptionist was nicer and perhaps she had more bills to pay.

I wanted to tell her how much Mr Bernard loves me, but she seemed not interested in whatever I had to say.

It just occurred to me that I'm not sure if he really loved me. I decided not to say anything about it.

"Let's go for lunch," I broke the silence and made to leave the office.

"Okay then," she shrugged and followed me from behind, still hurt by the words I said.

I felt really guilty. I knew those words would hurt, but I had to say it. I couldn't watch her talk down on me in such a way, just because she caught me kissing my boss. I had to defend myself.

We didn't talk to each other until we got to the company's restaurant. We ordered sandwiches and drinks and ate quietly, every moment of silence reminded me of how wrong I was in everything.

I made up my mind to apologize to her, since I couldn't hold back the guilt anymore.

"Becky, I'm so sorry about everything," I said, softly.

"I didn't mean to get you annoyed. I was just..." I continued.

"It's all good. I don't hold anything against you anymore. Let's eat up our lunch and get back to work." She replied, with a smile.

I smiled back and we hugged each other. We finished eating and were about to leave the place.

As I made it to go, a notification popped out from my phone. It was a message from my dad.

'Alice, Mum is terribly sick. You have to come see her and sort the bills. Our cafe is mortgaged. They couldn't be more patient with us!'

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