All Chapters of I'm (not) Your Mistress: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

As usual, after practice, Naomi went to her restaurant. If there are no specific appointments or events, she prefers to spend time at the restaurant struggling with all the ingredients. It feels more fun than shopping or spending time at the salon. Naomi put on the apron and entered the kitchen area. Today Edgar is absent due to illness, it looks like she will be in the kitchen helping the assistant chefs until closing. Today the restaurant is very crowded, they seem overwhelmed to cook the various menus ordered. She looked at the pile of ordered papers hanging on the wall, then took the washed potatoes and cut them into squares. "Let me cook this," she said to an assistant chef who approached her. "Alright, Miss Lee," he answered and took another piece of paper that was hanging there. Patatas Bravas is one of the most popular Spanish dishes. At first glance similar to french fries, only different in the form of cutting. When it's almo

"Shit! I woke up late." Naomi ran down the stairs carrying her shoes and bag. She glanced at the watch on her arm, terrible! The clock showed fifteen minutes to six. But why hasn't Enrico sent her the address yet? Clara who was still wearing her nightgown turned her head when she heard a commotion from the stairs. "Sis, be careful! You can fall," she said while drinking milk on the dining table. "Where are you going this early anyway?" "I have important business," she said, holding the phone between her shoulder and ear with both hands busy putting on her shoes in a hurry. Naomi stared at her phone in annoyance. Damn! Enrico didn't pick up the call. But a few seconds later the man sent her a message. Mr. Leonard: <I've already sent someone to pick you up, don't make him wait too long.> "Don't want breakfast first?" Clara asked as she lifted the bread sh

Naomi woke up only wrapped in a blanket when the sun was at its peak. She looked to the side and didn't find him next to her. She cupped her face chaotically, then laughed bitterly.   Left after making love? She really is like ... a bitch.   She tossed aside the blanket, then with her naked body she walked towards one of the two lined doors. Her aim in the bathroom. Her body felt sticky from their hot making love this morning.   She turned on the shower and cold water started pouring down the head to her feet. She enjoyed the splash of water that ran down her face, in her heart, she cursed herself for having signed a contract with a demon in human form named Enrico Leonard.   Her body may enjoy his every touch, that's normal. But her heart screamed in pain as if every his touch was a hail of stones that mercilessly stoned her body. Her heart crying. Now, she no different from those whom she hated so

Naomi wakes up on a large sofa in a silver room. Her eyes scan throughout the room and found Enrico's busy with a stack of files on his desk. Then her gaze ended up on the kimbab that she's carrying, still left on the table. Without looking at her, Enrico said, "You sleep like a corpse." "How did I get here? Did you carry me?" she asked while smoothing her messy hair. He turned to her. "Of course not," then he returned to his work."What do my employees say if their boss is carrying a woman when she's even surrounded by bodyguards?" "Then?" "Lou carried you," he said. Obviously, he's lying. Enrico's too prestigious to admit to her that he was the one who carried her to his room. Naomi is a rebellious woman, to control her he must make her submit to his power. If his arrogance dropped even a little bit, she would come back always fighting him like before.

Naomi enters the yard and finds Liam sitting on the steps on the terrace playing on his cell phone."Liam, are you here?" Hearing his name called, he looked up. A relieved smile etched on his face. "Finally you're home," he said with a smile that didn't fade even though tiredness was clearly printed on his handsome face. She hugged his arm and said, "Come on in. I'll make you your favorite coffee." After closing the door, she walked into the kitchen, grabbed a cup, and turned on the coffee maker. Her mind wandered back to thinking about her boyfriend whom she had betrayed. Seeing Liam's tired face made her feel even more guilty, she had done something unforgivable. Who knows how long she will be in the shadow of a bastard man like Enrico Leonard. I don't know when she will be free from her snare. "Baby, are you going to stir it until it's cold?" "N