💮͓̽His Mistress💮

Catalina at the door, Me on His Desk.

💋 Author's Naughty Note:

This chapter is not for the faint-hearted (or the underage 👀). We've got steamy scenes, filthy mouths, and emotional chaos. If you're not ready to sweat, blush, or clutch your pearls—maybe skip ahead... or don't. 😏

**18+ only. You've been deliciously warned.**

Angel's Pov.

Soon, the car came to a stop in front of the company building.

I thanked them for their services and stepped out.

As expected, I was met with a gallery of judgmental stares and murmured whispers.

I didn't flinch. I kept my high, spine straight, and walked to the elevator like I couldn't hear a thing—even though I heard everything.

I stepped into the elevator and took a deep breath, exhaling as I rose floor by floor.

I reached Raul's office and knocked softly, the sound swallowed by the soundproof door.

No answer.

I turned the knob and slipped inside, finding him slouched in his chair, head tilted back, eyes closed, his chiseled jaw softened by exhaustion.

"What do you want, Mariela? I told you to cancel all my meetings for the day," he grumbled without opening his eyes.

I smiled faintly, set my bag down on the couch, and walked quietly toward him.

Without warning, I climbed onto his thighs, straddling him

His eyes snapped open, wild for a moment—then softened instantly when he saw it was me, replaced by a hungry glint.

I grabbed his sagging tie, yanking him close, and crushed my lips against his, igniting a feverish kiss.

He groaned, deep and guttural, his hands instantly claiming my waist, then sliding lower to my ass, gripping me like he needed proof I was real.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue claiming mine with relentless need.

When I couldn't breathe, I pulled back, my fingers tracing the rough stubble along his jaw, the texture sending a thrill through me.

"You look exhausted, baby," I whispered against his lips, "besides, why didn't you wake me to tag along?"

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me tighter as he buried his face between my breasts, his warm breath teasing my skin through the gown.

"You needed the sleep, tesoro." He murmured, his voice low and gravelly, making my pussy throb.

I arched a brow. "And you didn't?"

Before he could answer, I leaned in again, softer this time.

"That's actually why I'm here. I need to talk to you, Raul. I don't have a job."

His brows furrowed.

"You don't need to worry about that," he said, his tone firm. "I'm here to—"

"No, Raul," I cut him off, my voice sharp. "I can't live off your money forever, sitting like a useless piece of furniture while you work for us."

He studied me, his expression unreadable, that calculating look he got when he was deep in thought.

After a moment, he nodded.

"If that's what you want, Angel." His voice softened, and I beamed, gratitude flooding me.

I pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering.