The Billionaire's Kept Woman

He went to their bedroom and found her lying sideways hugging a pillow, all of the duvet was wrapped around her. He wondered why she was cold when it felt so hot inside the room. He reached his hand to her forehead. Her temperature was high, she was burning. She's sweating a little and her whole face is flushed. So, he rang the maids to bring medicine.

Is it too bad that she has to catch a fever by simply going to the shop?

He tried to wake her up but it's no use so he smashed the medicine, put it on the water, held it inside his mouth and pushed his mouth to hers so she would drink it. She slightly opened her eyes and coughed a little. He wiped her lips and gave her water. She drank a little and she's still lightheaded.

"My poor girl." He uttered and kissed her forehead.

He asked for a container of water and ointment. He removed all of her clothes except her sexy panties. He wiped her whole body and massaged her head with the ointment and her face. He learned this acupuncture from her. He always had migraines that he endured those times, lack of sleep. During their break time, she would make him lay down on her lap and massage his face and head.

He gently kisses her middle chest and puts her into his shirt which would be more comfortable for her. She's just a simple girl. Once was a princess of a family and belonged to an elite society. And now, he's willing to give it all to her. Things that she really deserves.

He watched her sleep, and turned on the fan in a low whirl and hugged her as he covered the comforter to her. Suddenly his phone rang and he hesitated to answer it. But he reached it and he immediately went to the balcony to answer it.

"Yes?"

"I had sent an email to you. Your encrypted email. I am still investigating the major incident in their family."

"Thank you." He hung up and checked the email.

It makes him frown more. Suddenly his head feels like it's going to break. He hears a tick from his head and the migraine starts killing him. He reached the drawer and drank his medicine. He put his phone on the drawer and lay down beside her. She pushed the covers and rolled toward him.

Since he was also feeling sick, he reached her and let her pillow on his chest and cover the comforter as he gently wiped her sweat.

Odd feeling that she felt lighter than last night. She partially saw him kissing her and tasted the medicine. She looked at the body that she's pillowing. A good body is built. Look strong and hard but have smooth skin. She gently glanced up at him. His arms were around her and he looked so handsome while sleeping peacefully.

She wanted to turn back and move away but she just couldn't. She felt stuck beside him. She just pillowed on his chest and if he would allow her that way all day, she wouldn't complain. It feels like she's familiar with it. She's also wearing his shirt and it's very much more comfortable than those slutty negligee. 

What woke him up was the ringing of the phone and the vibration of the phone on the drawer. She immediately moved away from her and he sat up rubbing his eyes gently, pulling out the phone from the drawer.

"Yes? Hmm, cancel my schedule for this morning. I'll be there later." He hung up and she felt his embrace from behind and he kissed her shoulder. "I'll check your temperature."

She gasped when he inserted his hand under her shirt and scooped her breasts and then reached her neck and then her underarm.

"Good. Next week, let's get ready for our honeymoon. I want some babies."

"What?" She frowned at him.

"You heard me. Don't you want some?"

"I am just your mistress-I don't want~~"

"Yes, you are. And you aren't just my mistress, Keira." His one and only mistress.

She tilted her head, puzzled by his words but he pointed his forefinger to her nose and she just shut up and leaned to him.

Breakfast in bed. She was baffled because he has to cancel his schedule for this morning. It's already past 9 and they are eating porridge and other healthy foods. He even fed her. Was all of his mistresses served this way by him? She never thought that he had this sweet side of him. She took a warm bath and he interrupted. She was sick last night but he didn't care about it.

She felt his hardness but he didn't make a move and force himself inside her. Instead, he pleasured her with his fingers. Under the warm water, she was shuddering in pleasure and came naturally, his mouth on hers. She was flushed and felt shy but he didn't care at all. All he cared about was sex.

"I'll be leaving for work now." He sucked her supple lips and stood up and was about to leave half aroused.

He doesn't want to do it with a sick poor girl. Somehow, he has to control himself over her. It's been a very long time since he had touched her. However, he's too lucky to even take advantage of his poor sweetheart.

"Wait, I didn't know your name yet."

A naughty smile draws across his face. He strode toward her to get back to the tub, pulled her to his arms and made her sit on his hard on. She gasped. It still surprises her how hard he is.

They make love in the bathtub, making her say his name and he succeeds. It just made his day even more special.

After their love-making in the bathtub, Alessandro called it a day. She still needed to have her beauty rest.

He picked her up, dried her, wrapped her on the robe and put her down on the sofa inside the wide bathroom. She looked so drained because of his sudden attack. She looked pleased with what he did. She wasn't just a mistress or other woman. But his mistress and the woman of his heart. He kisses her forehead and gives her a glass of water.

"You are still bleeding, so you take a rest." He said softly.

She dressed up and dried her hair. She had fallen asleep quickly the moment she lay on the bed.

Alessandro pulled out a ring from his drawer and looked down at her. Should he tell her what she signed? She seemed to forget about it. He wondered why she kept forgetting things. Maybe she was too tired that night.

That night, he pointed to her on what to sign without reading it. Why didn't she realize it? He gently kissed her forehead. He's worried that her amnesia would also affect her present life. There are possibilities too.