His Contractual Mistress

Glittering city lights before her eyes, Hailey turns on the light on the stairway. With the soft light laid in the living room, it was enough to see through the thin fabric hugging her body, which proudly displayed her chest's exposed skin.

The thin black strap of her nightgown hanging on her shoulders only shows how creamy-white skin tone she had from the dim light, and under the sunlight, her skin illuminates how fair and smooth after she has well taken care of her body. It is something every girl envied about her.

Of course, she spent a fortune using skincare products to take care of her body. Fortunately, her skin isn't sensitive or got an allergic reaction to most products she tries on. She could use any brand, but she loved a particular one.

Sweeping her gaze to the entire living room, her eyes settled once again to the scenery far ahead. Surrounding this high-rise penthouse are different cities, which boastfully display thousands of tall buildings owned by wealthy families worldwide.

Since Metro City is the Capital City of this country, the city rapidly gaining its reputation as the Central Business Capital in South Asia — being in a place where International Headquarters appeared, more exciting things are happening every day in High Society.

And as it was the center field of thousands of companies. It means hundreds of executives are hunted down by socialites: both prominent and ordinary citizens, dreaming of being the lucky one. Associated with this are rumors everywhere.

Shaking her head graciously, Hailey withdrew her gaze from those gleaming lights in the distance but focused on her steps, descending the stairs, then headed to the kitchen.

After she finished drafting her thesis, she felt a thirst. She picked up a clean glass and walked toward the Water Dispenser to fetch herself water. It was then when she was about to take a big gulp, the front door of the penthouse opened.

Suddenly, she froze on the floor, and the glass close to her mouth was hanging in the air. Full of anticipation, her chest pounds loudly. Besides her, only one person has the key card and knows the door's password.

'He's back!?'

With this thought, Hailey wants to run toward the bathroom, but it's too late already. He would see her if ever she ran to hide. What is funny, it nailed her feet on the floor to take another step. With a loud thud in her chest, she listens to the rolling wheels of his suitcase. Remains unmoved to where she stood, she waited to see his handsome but expressionless plastering on his face.

Gripping the glass in her right hand, Hailey pursed a smile and greeted the man.

"Your back..." The only words that form in her mouth. She's lost the words from the shock of his sudden appearance.

Nodding at her as a response, he asked. "Couldn't sleep yet?"

She knows it was just a simple question, but she finds it hard to answer. But before she flinched, she quickly responded to his query.

"I just finished my paperwork. I will go to bed soon," she replied and then closed her mouth.

She saw that!

His eyes flash a glance in her direction. He scanned her from the head down to her slipper. It was just a mere second, but he spares a look at her! And that gives a chill down on her spine.

Subconsciously, her left arm crossed on her waist, and her right hand rested above her chest, then she observes him by the corner of her eyes. He took off his coat, placed it on the armrest before he sits on the sofa.

She prayed for him to climb the stairs. Instead of heading straight to his bedroom, he stayed in the living room and browsed his phone!

Hailey bites her lower lip. She wondered what made him come back this early. Besides, he went straight to the penthouse instead of going home to his family.

Heaving a silent sigh, she gathers the courage to ask him. "Have you eaten dinner?"

"Yes. I'm done."

"I see." He must have eaten on the plane. She murmured into her head.

Now that she was out of words, she wants to run toward her bedroom. But he was facing the staircase. Hailey found it hard to walk past him.

Well, it's not that she was afraid of him. She truly feels uncomfortable. Forgotten that she was holding a full glass of water, her hand carelessly poured on her chest.

'Oh, shit!' Instantly she suppresses her scream from shock, but her gasps are loud enough for him to hear.

Lifted his chin and glanced in her direction, he asked. "What's wrong?"

His sexy voice broke the silence in the living room that fueled her nervousness. Breathing in, she responded, "It's nothing. I was just startled. I almost dropped the glass."

Her poor excuse. But the truth is, she was helplessly staring at her soaking nightgown. It's not just somewhere, but right there in her chest. Gladly, her nightgown is black. Her chest wouldn't be much noticeable. Hailey bit hard on her lower lip that reddened from the pressure.

What is she going to do now? There's no way she will march in front of him, exposing her drenched nightgown! What would Vince think? That she was seducing him?

But she won't startle like this if he at least announced his arrival hours beforehand! However, it's not her right to demand from him. It's in their contract.

Besides, he said he would be gone for a whole week. It's just the fourth day since he left the country for an emergency business trip. 'Why is he home now?'

Hailey could not stop complaining within herself. Of course, she was happy if Vince went out of town or out of the country for a business trip. Even if that is a personal trip, she doesn't care because it was her chance to breathe and feel the freedom that no shadow of his suddenly appears in the door.

Yes. During those times, she would care less about what she is wearing without him around.

And for tonight? She only wears a thin nightgown whose length is just below her bottom.

If she climbs the stairs, Vince would see her ass and lingerie.