All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S SECRET MISTRESS : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily sat across from her friend, Dre in a coffee shop that was a few buildings away from Greenwood Estate where she worked. Dre had insisted on going on a lunch break with her and even though Emily had protested, she'd had to give in in the end. Dre was not ready to give up.The waiter wandered to her side and flashed her a genial smile. Emily shaped her head towards him at once."I'm not ready to order yet," she said.The smile on the waiter's face faded. He turned to Dre and asked, "What about you, ma'am?"Dre shook her head."I'll call you when I need you."Without another word, the young man passed her a tight-lipped smile. His face quickly registered his displeasure. He turned and moved to another table."What is it?" Dre asked, after the waiter had moved out of earshot. "What?" Emily asked, raising her eyes to meet Dre's."The look on your face, Emily," Dre said. "It's obvious there's something wrong with you. Spit it out."Emily heaved a deep sigh."Is it that obvious?"Dre n

Edmund had been busy all day. He'd barely had enough time for work. He was either calling the logistics company to make sure that everything was in place or he was yelling at the caterers to add a few more meals to their cuisine. It was all exhausting. He wished there was some other alternative but there wasn't. His father had personally put him in charge of everything. It was April 15th, his father's sixty-eighth birthday. Everything about the party that going to take place later that evening had been planned to the very last detail and Edmund was determined to make it a grand affair, just the way his father wanted it. Anything to make the old man happy enough to will the company to him or at least not change his mind if the will was already in his favor. Edmund hurried down the stairs in his apartment at Hillwood Estate, buttoning his sleeves as he did so. By the time he reached the foot of the stairs, he'd finished buttoning his left sleeve. He glanced at his wristwatch before he

Emily placed her hand on her forehead to shield herself from the unforgiving scorching rays of the sun. It was just mid-April and the sun seemed to have reached its peak in the city of Washington DC. She hitchhiked on the road for a bit until a taxi stopped before her. Emily slipped away her sunglasses which she'd worn because of her prolonged stay out in the sun. "I'm going to Hillwood Estate," she said to the cabman. He appeared to think for a moment. "Gonna cost you twenty bucks." He had a thick Texas accent. Emily's eyes widened. "Twenty what?" She heaved a frustrated sigh. "You're tripping, right?" Without saying another word, the cabman returned his face to the road and zoomed off. She'd barely removed her head from his window just in time to stop him from snapping it from her neck. Emily cursed under her breath. Her car had broken down and she didn't have insurance to cover it. She'd had one, but she'd not funded it for a couple of months. She reconsidered the decision

Ronnie Hartman stared blankly at the computer screen before him. The name of the file read: Confidential: Emily Peterson.Just seeing that name on the screen made his blood run cold. He was sitting inside his bedroom in his moderate apartment. There was a guestroom and a sitting room just one hallway away. It was matchday but he'd exited the sitting room just a few minutes ago to have some time to himself to think, but more than that, he wanted to work.He reminisced on what had happened a few days ago at work when his boss had called him into his office and sent him on an errand that had taken him by utter surprise, not merely because of the type of work he wanted him to do, but because of who it involved.Emily Peterson, the one name that had haunted his dreams for the past two nights was the person he was asked to keep an eye on, although he would have preferred the word 'investigate.' That was what this was. An illegal investigation to look for something that did not exist.Perha

He gritted his teeth to stop himself from cursing under his breath. He'd done that already for the umpteenth time. His head was about to explode. How could she lie to him?His mind steered away to the many explanations of what might be going on, but none made sense. Emily had never cheated on him, not even once. So, what was the motive this time? Who was the man that was trying to steal her away from him?The more he thought about it, the more it made him mad. He pictured him placing her on the wall and nestling in with her like he usually did, placing his filthy hands all over her creamy skin and making love to her.Amidst all his attempts to stop himself from cursing under his breath, Jason cursed again in frustration. He yearned to break something, anything, to let out all the anger he felt. But looking around him, there was no material thing that could take the full weight of his wrath.He squeezed his eyes shut, blocking out the rear of the world and pictured Emily the way he'd a