His Mistress {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 3

"Mmmh.." I pout sadly when I had seen that Abe kid not in my bed anymore. I start to feel a sense of loneliness. I never realized that my Penthouse could be so...empty. God, just remembering him makes me quiver.

I suddenly came up with a crazy idea, but it's so crazy that it just might work. I giggled then it turned into maniacal laughter.

I got out of bed, then did my hygienic duties. I put on my casual clothes, which was my black tank top, along with my light blue shorts. I then put on my block heel boots and my navy blue purse. I grabbed my phone and dialed one of my connections around the city.

"Yes, hello?...Yes I would love to have every bit of information about Abraham Creed, please... Yes, just text it to me...thank you... goodbye."

When I was in the private parking lot a text popped up on my phone, it was one of my connections.

Abraham Creed; he's eighteen and currently unemployed, his address is #### St. Mary Rd. He is in the sports club in St. Patrick high school. I began to grin maniacally, oh my little sheep, how long will you last in the wolf's den?

I drive all the way to St. Patrick high school which was 25 minutes away from my penthouse.

I used to have a maid that goes here in St. Patrick, and she told me around lunch the guys would practice in front of the ladies. She was a college student when she worked for my dad. I drive around to see if there's a field to where the sports club practice.

I see a large field across the school. Hmm, I drive closer to see if my little lamb was there. I see him, but, he isn't alone. He's with some girl, and they seem to be having a conversation with each other.

The girl was short and really cute. Her hair was mid- length dirty blonde, her body type was chubby, but not overweight. I look at him to see him smiling with his hand scratching the back of his head. He seems flustered. I was taken a step back at first. When she finally left I made my move.

I get out of my car and walk towards him. The feeling of jealousy was in the pit of my stomach. But I learned to keep a poker face at such things, which was my gentle smile.

I cleared my throat loud enough for him to hear me. He looks and his eyes widen like a deer in headlights once more. I sighed in disappointment, "How troublesome, leaving me alone in my bed, and thinking you were going Scott free."

He looked a bit worried for a moment along with looking so bashful. I take a few steps forward while he takes a step back. I still had my poker face on.

"Who was that girl you were smiling at?" I asked with my gentle voice to trick him.

"I-it has nothing to do with you, so.. don't ask about it." He said firmly, but his voice cracked in the end.

I smiled but I was secretly ticked off for him to talk to me like that. I snatched his ear and he yelped. Ah how cute can he get?!

"Ow! Hey it hurts!" He shouted, but I don't care. I took him into the passenger side of the car, and I then got in after. We then drove off.

We were driving for a while until we stopped at the...how do I say this...the kinkier side of the city. Y'know, the strip clubs, gentlemen's clubs and nightclubs. We arrived there after I dressed him up to fit the...aura for the side of the city.

There's an underground nightclub for young adults that I own, they drink alcohol, smoke, dance with popular DJs, but it's mostly for hook ups for the freaky kind of people.

We walked in the "empty" building to then walk down about six flight of stairs, we could've went down the elevator, but I love the aesthetic of the architecture when you walk down. The more floors you walk down the more music you can hear.

When I opened the doors to Cloud 10 he was shocked when there was nearly a packed hotel's worth of young adults.

Now, let the punishment begin.