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2.6 Talk

His kiss was all-consuming. I could tell he had a talent for it.

Mr. Tomlinson made it look like we were heavily making out. He put his arms around me, feeling me up and down, and he encouraged me to do the same.

I was overwhelmed. It was my first kiss and I had no clue about what I was doing. I just followed Mr. Tomlinson's actions.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finished the kiss. He looked around and noticed the paparazzi nodding towards him.

Mr. Tomlinson took me by my hand and lead us back to his car.

We returned to the Tomlinson house. All the items he had purchased had arrived. I expected him to have them brought away, but instead he helped his staff carry everything up to my room.

Later when everything was in its place I thanked him. He had spent all that money. I did not really want to accept it. But it was part of our deal. I needed all those clothes in order to make his wife jealous.

"There is no need for thank yous. What else would you be walking around in?" he asked.

"I do not know. Perhaps clothes that cost under 20£ a piece?" That was a sassy reply. I hoped that he was in a forgiving mood.

"Careful, Pearl Belle." He looked at me with a smirk. "You are supposed to be my mistress. Ashley would never believe it if you were walking around in second hand clothes."

It hit me.

"How many times have you done this before?" I asked him. He knew exactly how he wanted things to be done. Had he done it before? I was not his first mistress, wasn't I?

"You are my first actually. I would never willingly cheat on my wife," he replied with an honesty that made me feel very guilty. I wanted to know why he felt he had to get a mistress.

I was not even his real mistress. He did not love me, there were no emotions involved and we certainly were not giving each other orgasms every chance we got.

The agency taught me that.

"Why are you asking?"

"We hear rumours on the other side of the fence. They say the rich sleep around a lot," I confessed to him.

He simply said, "That is not the case with me."

"Why are you doing this then?" I asked Mr. Tomlinson. "Out of fun?"

"I do not want to tell you."

"If you do not tell me, I will have problems comprehending what we are doing. I will feel very guilty. I do not like hurting other people's feelings," I tried to convince him to talk to me about it.

"Let's take a walk," he suggested. Once again he took my hand and led me. This time we were headed for the big green garden. Mr. Tomlinson made sure we were far away from the house and that nobody was eavesdropping.

"Are you planning on murdering me?" I asked him, trying to sound funny. He gave me a slight chuckle. There was no conversation so I just begged him, "Please tell me. Otherwise I can't and will not help you."

"Are you threatening me, Pearl Belle?" He reached out to a pink plant. He was carefully examining it. I actually thought he was going to tear it apart with that strange look in his eyes.

"Please, just tell me."

"Mr. Tomlinson."

"Yes. Please, just talk to me, Mr. Tomlinson." Suddenly, his name added heat to my body. I had to shake that off. This was a job.

"Okay, Pearl Belle. I hate talking about this." I watched him move to another plant. "As you know I am married and I have a child. My wife seems to have forgotten about our marriage."

"I am sorry," I instantly said. His gaze turned towards me. "Mr. Tomlinson."

"I know what I want and how I want it. I usually work a lot and I do not take time off. Today is a first timer for me." I was surprised to hear that he had shared a first timer with me. "Call me a prick, but I thought that the stereotype said I was supposed to be the workaholic and cheating member of the marriage."

He continued playing with the plant in his hand. He was nervous and the plant in his hand calmed him down. "When I found out my wife was going to work at eight, and returned at eleven at night, I became suspicious. Long story short, she is cheating on me. With the mayor out of all people."

"What?"

"I know, right? Way to kick a man's ego. She could have gotten a younger guy and it would have f.ucking hurt less. The mayor? A multi-million pound CEO is not enough, she wants the fifty-four year old mayor?"

"I have never heard that before," I stood there in shock.

"She only wants the baby as a cover. Ashley does not know I found out about the affair. She is trying to blame it on me," he was finally opening up.

"And you do not want to divorce her?" I suggested.

"Divorce her? She would take half of everything I have. I would still be rich as f.uck, but do you really think I like the idea of Ashley and the Mayor eating up the other half of my money?"