Mia’s POV
I feel betrayed…
I don’t why I’m feeling this way, I just can’t help it. I asked him to keep it a secret, and he promised to keep it a secret. But he failed to keep to his promise. This is the first thing I’m asking of him,
Wait,
Actually, it was not the first request I made of him, the first had been when I asked him to screw me. And he did, he obliged my request and he screwed me hard and fast. If he could oblige the first time, why couldn’t he do it this time, why did he have to tell everyone that I’m his wife?
It’s just so annoying…
But then again, he did save me from being thrown out by Loretta. She has gone completely insane, and the same goes for Riley. I don’t know what has come over him, but he seems strange and hostile. I don’t remember him being this heartless, it seems like I never knew him at all, and I’m so glad that I didn’t end up marrying him. That would have been the end of me, my life would be miserable with him as a husband.
Drake is so much better, and I’m glad I’m with him, although I’m still furious at him for making the topic of discussion in the company. He could have kept quiet if he wanted to, but he chose to spill it out and damn the consequences. Now I have to hide my face in shame because everyone would be giving me judgmental looks, they would never understand why I did what I did.
I saw his calls when I got to the house, but I didn’t pick up. I don’t want to talk to him or his stupid brother. I wish I had another choice, I wish I could find any other means to save our family’s business. I would gladly do whatever it takes, as long as it has nothing to do with the Osbornes. Anything would be better than being entangled with these two, crazy brothers.
I would have preferred to be entangled with just one of the brothers, and I would have been happier if we had met under normal circumstances. But here I am, being treated like a fucking ornament that can be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Drake is a much better lover than Riley would ever be, I just wished we had a normal relationship. The circumstances surrounding our marriage are just too complicated and it’s making me feel kind of uncomfortable around him.
I sat in the dining, munching on my lunch, thinking about my miserable and complicated life. Then I heard a car pulling into the driveway, I peeked out of the window and I realized it was Drake. I can’t let him meet me here, I don’t want to talk to him, at least not yet. I picked up my phone and my purse, then I ran up the stairs, I went into the guest room, but the maid was in there cleaning, and she confirmed to me that she has moved my things to the master bedroom. I didn’t ask any more questions, I did not wait for any more explanation because I knew that he would come up here to search for me, and I don’t want him to find me here. So I turned around and ran into the Master’s bedroom that is just opposite this room. I went inside and I shut the door from inside.
I leaned on the door to catch my breath, and I plopped to the floor, taking a deep breath. Damn, I had run like a fucking lunatic, and now I’m gasping for air. Damn, this room is large and so fucking cute. His bedroom has a theme of white, blue, and black. It looked very manly, yet I find it alluring and beautiful. His bed is so large that five people can comfortably lie on it without complaints. There was a huge TV on the wall right above the fireplace. His ottoman and other luxury fixtures are top-notch. He sure has taste for the good stuff.
There were two doors on the right side and I assume that they are his bathroom and walk in closer. I would have loved to explore this room, but that is not my major problem now. I was expecting him here anytime soon and it’s making me nervous. I was beginning to relax a bit, then I heard the door knob twitching, and I knew he was there already. He twitched it severally, and when he realized that it was locked, he turned around and left. I heard his rescinding footsteps and I realized that he was leaving.
He left…
He fucking left without saying a word to me, not one word. I knew I said I didn’t want to talk to him, but I feel worse as he left me to myself. He didn’t even try hard enough, he didn’t put up a fight or argue. He just gave up so easily. I sighed in anger, and I felt myself getting more furious with every second that passes. The sadness I feel now cannot be compared to how I felt before. I feel abandoned and neglected and it’s all his fucking fault!
With sadness in my heart, I stood up from the floor and went to the bathroom to have a shower and get into a more comfortable outfit. His bathroom is quite luxurious, it has a huge Jacuzzi and every other luxury you would want in a billionaire bathroom. I was not in the mood to admire his bathroom or anything else, I just want to bathe and sleep. I still can’t believe that he had abandoned me in this room.
He’s so fucking annoying!
I reached out for his sponge and soap, scrubbing my body as if it has offended me. I wrapped his towel around my chest and stepped out of the bathroom. I thought having my bath would lighten my mood a bit, but it only made me feel worse. I thought he said he loved me, why would he leave me alone, why did he abandon me?
I went into his walk-in closet to get something to wear, but just as I tried to open my box I heard the notification sound from my phone and I knew I had a message. It could be from work, or from the banks. I groaned in frustration and I went back to my room to check it out. Imagine my joy when I saw a chat head from my husband,
“Locking me out of my own room?
That’s naughty…
You’re such a naughty girl, wife…” I giggled like a child when I saw his message, it felt like a huge burden has been taken off my shoulder. I plopped on the bed excitedly, ready to respond to his message.
“You made a promise Drake. Then you broke it. And when you came back home, you didn’t try to get me to open the door. If you had put in a little effort, maybe I would have opened it.
But you left!
You fucking left without even trying. You didn’t even say a word to me, you just abandoned me, and you made me feel even worse,” I confessed. I could imagine the smile on his face as he reads my message. I got another notification the next second,
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m sorry I broke my promise. You know I had to, I could bear to see them bullying you, I couldn’t take it anymore. I vowed to be there for you, I vowed to protect you. Your safety comes first, I can’t bear to see you get hurt. It won’t happen again, I promise. I would never break any of my promises to you again, I cross my heart.” I awwwed at his message because it sounds so honest, so cute. I wanted to respond to that when I got another notification from him,
“No, my love. I never abandoned you, I can’t do that, even if I wanted to. I was having a pretty bad day, and I didn’t want to be mad at you for shutting me out. That’s why I left, baby girl.”
I can’t believe that he’s having a bad day, and here I am being childish, making it worse for him.
“I’m sorry you are having a bad day. How can I help?” I asked.
“Well, I’ll feel better if you get down here and tell me you’ve forgiven me.” He responded teasingly, making me giggle like a child.
“I’ve got a better idea, give me a few minutes, and I’ll show you.” I don’t know where the idea came from, it’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I just have this crazy urge to tease him on phone and lighten his mood. I have no idea how it’s done because I’ve never done it before, but I hope it works though.
I went back into the walk-in closet, but this time, I wasn’t looking for a cloth to sleep in, no. I was looking for my two-piece lingerie, with my garter belt. I took a few minutes to put it on and then I applied a little makeup, and I combed my curly black hair down, letting it fall down my shoulders. I first gathered the courage to carry on with my seduction, then I walked walk up to the room, and I dragged the chair in front of his vanity mirror. I pulled it to the middle of the room, and I created a little stage in the middle of the room. Then I walked over to open the door for him before coming back to where I placed the phone.
I dialed his number in a video call, and I placed my phone on the vanity table. I waited for him to pick, then I catwalk to my stage, swaying my hips as I walked to the Centre of the room. I started rolling my hips slowly, dancing around the chair for some seconds.
I imagined Drake, sitting on that chair, and I had a slow rhythm in my head that I was dancing to. I turned around and twisted my waist in front of the screen, and I twerked on the chair, making it seem like I was twerking on his dick. I turned to look at his reaction, and when I noticed I was getting the desired effect of my seduction, I decided to take it further a little.
I focused on the screen, looking him deep in the eyes as I twerked on his imaginary dick, moaning softly as I did the motion of a lap dance.
“That’s Enough, Mia!
You need to stop!
Right now!” he muttered in a groan as I wanted to tease him further. I stopped moaning and I smirked at him as I sat on the chair, with my legs wide open, giving him a good view of my pussy. I began moving my hands on my body, caressing my body, moving my hands down to my pussy. I was too busy with my act that I didn’t see him standing up from the couch in the sitting room, and I didn’t notice him coming up the stairs. I didn’t even hear the door open, I only heard his hoarse voice as he said,
“Don’t you fucking touch my pussy!”