The Billion Dollar Mistress
She was his Mistress. For months she had to pretend as if she was okay with being just that.
But not anymore. She couldn't bare to do it anymore and now she had a choice to make.
Fight for the man she has become to love or let him go despite her broken heart.
'Next time you have dinner?' I turn around to face him. 'And when will that be?'
'I'm not sleeping with her,' he ignores my question. 'You know I wouldn't do that to you.'
'Whatever,' I shrug my shoulders as though I didnt care. As if this wasn't killing me softly.
'We're not in a committed relationship. You're allowed to fuck whoever, whenever and wherever you want. That was the deal.'
Alessandro clench his hands at his side, his sharp jaw bone forming a straighter line, the green and blue veins inside his head more visible.
'Is that what you want? For me to fuck her?'
I shrug a second time. 'Go for it if you want.'
'Right,' he nods his head then let out a small chuckle but his voice held no trace of humor whatsoever. 'And you?'
'What about me?' I played dumb.
'Are you allowed to fuck someone else as well?'
It took me a good few seconds to answer saying, 'yes.'
A play of emotions took residence over his face before he mask it. 'I guess that settles it then,' he gives me a tight smile.
'I guess it does,' I agree then slowly walk past him.
'I'm going to bed. You can see yourself out.'