Episode 9

A week passed with nothing but nervous butterflies causing havoc in her stomach.

At first, she couldn’t wait for the week to end, but by the time the weekend rolled by, her heart began to thump like a gong against her delicate chest. She grew more and more restless by the time midnight arrived, fully aware that in the next few hours, her life was about to completely change. For a year, yes, but change indeed.

What was she going to do? How was she going to act? What if she came across as too desperate? No. What if she seemed too boring? No. Put that on hold as well. What were the things a mistress was even supposed to do? Just sleep with the man? Or was there something else that she should know? Darn, she spent the whole week just wishing it would end, and now that it finally did, she felt foolish for not preparing for the only role she had.

Shit! Shit! Shit!

The clock continued to tick away the minutes, while her anxiety only intensified.

Vinnie couldn’t help but wonder if she should