His Mistress {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

I began to sigh in boredom listening to my dad's little history lesson about my family history of business men. And how I'm going to be the next boss of the company and wanting more to come after me.

But to be honest, I don't care about this as much as my brother. Born into a wealthy family you would expect me to be a snobby, uptight, lady. But I'm not, I just turned thirty last month, but I have a body of a girl who just turned twenty. But don't judge by beautiful looks, I am a mature and serious lady.

But back to the company, this isn't really my thing. I love to write erotic novels. Sure I know every nook and cranny about being in a business and how to run it, but, I don't know, it's not my calling.

And neither is the whole marrying another man from another company bullshit. I want to choose a man of my own volition. But not just any other man. A young man who just finished high school or just started college. A young man that has full of life and energy, that I can have all by myself.

I began to chuckle loudly while my dad was on the other side of the phone line. "Ah well, work is calling me, I'll talk to you later, alright?" Dad said in his serious voice as usual.

"Heh, okay Dad." I said before ending the call. I look at the time to see it was ten at night. I guess I could go to the Wandering Bee, which is a bar that I own so I won't always have to depend on my dad.

I invested my money to the bar, and since it's Atlanta, I live to impress and entertain. I changed into my nightly attire, which was a red turtle neck sweater, with a tight black short skirt, and finally with black high heels. I bounced up my ebony black, long and curly hair.

I look into the mirror and see myself. God, I look fine as hell. I smile and sprayed on my perfume of Very Sexy from Victoria Secret.

I leave my penthouse and go inside my car, which I had from my sixteenth birthday. I drive out in the night.

Since it's in the beginning of summer, people are trying to party as much as they can. I see lights glowing into the night, people living their lives.

I smile in glee to see my bar living life as always. I parked and got out. I walked in to see everyone having a blast, everyone laughing, boozing, and watching the game on the flat screen TV.

Everyone seems good, including my two employees Hansel and Jane, they're both of my best friends. Hansel looks like a bodyguard, and looks he could tear you apart, but he's a kind and gentle man. Jane used to be in a gang, and was left for dead. She has her bad habits of acting like a thug, but, she told me herself that she's in my debt.

Ah! I notice someone from the corner of my eye. It's...a young man? He looks like he's still in high school. Hehe new meat~.

I walk towards the booth that he was sitting in. I swayed my hips slowly and smirked. The closer I am the more cute he looks. He was tall, about 5'8. His hair was straight, short and fawn brown; but it was also a bit messy. He wore formal casual clothes, someone who you think was on a date. Aww, poor guy got stood up.

I sat down on the other side of the booth. It still seems that he doesn't notice me, he seems to be in deep thought. "Hello there." I said with a smile.

His eyes looks into mine. It seems that he was thinking about crying or not. He looks down at his feet. "Got stood up huh?" I asked.

He stills looks down on to his feet. "I-is it th-that obvious?" He asked me. I start to giggle, he's an anxious one, I can tell by his body language.

He looks at me again, then quickly looks down again. His face is turning red. Is he blushing?

"By the way kid, how old are you?" I ask with a grin.

"W-why does it matter to you?" He questions, being more anxious. I click my tongue and shake my head.

"I'm the owner of this bar, so, when an underage kid, walks in my bar... it matters to me." I said in a serious tone of voice.

It looked as if the kid had stopped breathing for a minute with his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. I snicker at his expense, God he's so adorable!

"What's your name kid?" I asked still with my serious tone.

He now looked to the wall. "Abraham Creed...but p-please, call me Abe." He said. I smile seductively, "A sexy name, for a sexy boy."

I see his face turning red. "I-i'm not a boy! I'm eighteen!...!!!!" After confessing out loud that he was underage, he looked even more anxious.

I stood up out of the booth and told him to stand up. He nervously did so. I pinch his ear then he yelped in pain. I pulled him into the passenger side of the car, and then I went in the driver's seat. I then drove off into the city.

I look to my right to see Abraham frozen stiff, but his expression was full panic mode.

"If you think that I'm going to hurt you, you're wrong." I said to reassure him. I feel his gaze on my face, and my body. I don't mind being watched.

"Uh, where are we going exactly?" He asked me with a shaky voice. "Hehe, to my apartment." I said as if it was the easiest question of all. I heard his breath accelerating. Oh, poor little sheep. We finally made it to my apartment building. I see his jaw dropping to the ground.

"What else were you expecting kid; an abandoned warehouse, a graveyard? Haha." I tease him. He looks relieved.

"Uh, why didn't you just drop me off t-to my house?" He asked while we were walking to the elevator.

"I didn't want to let go of a nice catch, a very good catch indeed." I answered.

I pressed the elevator button to the top floor and we went all the way up to the my penthouse. I giggled, he seems in awe. Like a person going to the aquarium for the first time.

I unlocked the door, and we went inside. Home sweet home.

"Wow, are you..a princess or something?" He asked me. I giggled then shook my head.

"My dad is just the boss of Lionheart Enterprise, that's all." I said with a grin on my face. He's frozen stiff now. Hehe, time for fun. I tapped on his shoulder and he jumped in surprise. I kissed him on the lips, and began to make out with him.

He seems to be getting slowly into it and began kissing me back. Hehe. Now the fun begins.