💮͓̽His Mistress💮

A Kiss In The Elevator.

Raul's POV

I didn't want to attend the party, but I had no choice—Bianco is a good friend of mine. I sat on the balcony, legs crossed, staring blankly into space.

There were reasons I didn't want to be there. The biggest? Nikolai. I don't hate my twin, but I haven't been able to look at him the same way since twenty-eight years ago—after the two incidents that changed our lives and destroyed the bond we once shared.

I shut my eyes, trying to block out those memories... but instead, I saw a pair of dark gray eyes and glowing brown skin.

Angel.

Why has she been avoiding me? Is she regretting what happened between us? Worried about what people might think?

The thought made my jaw tick with anger.

Angel has carved her way into my heart, digging up feelings I buried four years ago.

The moment our eyes locked that night—the way she moved on that pole, like a sexy vixen born to tempt—I knew I was in trouble. There was no way I'd be able to get her out of my head.

She's a walking contradiction. That brown-skinned beauty has the face of an angel but a body and bratty attitude that scream sin.

Everything about her is exactly what I've always wanted in a woman.

At first, I planned to use her for my pleasure—three days, no strings. But somewhere along the way, the desire to claim her as mine took over.

Now, I can't even imagine another man seeing what's underneath her dresses. I can't imagine anyone else tasting those soft lips.

The scent of her chocolate skin is enough to make a man high. And that smart little tongue of hers...

God, it makes me want to tie her wrists to my bed and teach her a lesson—spank her while I fuck the attitude out of her.

Angel Caribello has no idea the mess she's gotten herself into. And this time, she won't be saved—because I'm the mess.

There's only one thing I've valued all my life: my reputation. But for her... for my Angel... I'm starting to think I'd risk even that just to keep her. Permanently.

The only person standing in my way?

"Raul, honey, which tie should I—"

She stopped short when her eyes landed on me.

"You're not ready, Raul," she said, stating the obvious.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her. She walked over and stood in front of me, but I didn't bother looking at her face.

"We're late, Raul. And you know I hate being late to events like this." I still didn't look at her, but I knew she had that annoyed look on her face.

"Go without me," I muttered.

"What?!" She yelled, snapping me out of my silence. I turned my head sharply toward her.

"You know what this means, Raul. People will..."

I shut my eyes and took a sharp breath, trying to contain my anger.

That's all she cared about. Appearances.

I stood up abruptly and walked away, ignoring her calls behind me. I went straight to my office just to escape the sound of her voice.

Slouching on the chair, I ran a palm down my face.

Sometimes, I wish I had someone to talk to. I'm married... but still lonely. I have the worst partner imaginable.

I can't talk to Nikolai—we're not even on speaking terms. And I can't talk to Angel. She's the kind of woman who'd go out of her way to fix everything, and I don't want her to carry my burdens.