The Billionaire's Kept Woman

They drink their milk after their intimate scene on the couch. He has strong stamina. Even though he's fired up on work, he still managed to make love to her. At that time, he used a condom. He doesn't want her to wear anything during their bedtime and it was still quite odd to her but it was good sleeping naked.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" He still has the lampshade on to his side while reading a few documents.

"I'll just finish this, love. Go to sleep." She stopped what he said.

Isn't he mistaken? Did he just call her love? Well, she heard it before but she didn't take it by heart because she knew that she's just his kept woman. She turned back from him still thinking. There's not a single chance that he'll love her. She suddenly sat up and turned to him.

"Did I disturb you? I'll just—"

"No. It's just…" she spotted a proposal and she took it. "You are going to buy this land?"

"Hmm…" he didn't say a thing and just looked at her waiting for her to have her analysis towards the proposal. Then there's another piece of the proposal that she looked at.

"I think you should go with the cheaper one. It doesn't get a good view but it's a good place to start a new branch. It will be a good one to be an exclusive resto and a club at night." He put away the folders and pushed her down the bed. Her breast of course is showing since she's naked.

"My witty woman, you are good at that, are you?" he sneered and took another condom. He ripped the foil with his teeth and put it on.

"B-But I'm not sure about it, it should be more…" she sipped some air sexily when his mouth started kissing her chest intimately, like instantly making love. "Alessandro…"

The couple made love wild like they had been running on the treadmill for like thirty minutes, full of sweats on their body and satisfied once more. He disposed of the condom and just lay there on her chest gathering her in his arms.

"Sleepy?" he asked and she yawns, hugging him. "Sleep tight, my love." He whispered. She thought that she heard it wrong but she had fallen into a sweet dream.

She woke up in the morning, finding him, fresh from the bath lying down beside her, already dry while stroking her hair. She sat up and rubbed her eyes looking around for something.

"I'll prepare breakfast."

"There's no need, sweetheart."

"Why aren't you dressed up?" She asked quizzically not looking down on his erect or his perfect body.

"I just don't want to wrinkle my clothes." He grinned, pinned me down, and kissed me intimately. I haven't brushed my teeth. I pushed him. Damn, he smelled so good. His aftershave and his mouthwash.

"I—I haven't washed my face or brushed my teeth."

"There's no need." He smiled and kissed me again. "It's perfect." She heard the ripping of foil and she surrendered herself to him. He instantly turns her on.

After disposing of the condom, he went to the walk-in closet and she went to the bathroom to finally wash. Putting her robe on and drying her face as she walked toward him and helped him with his clothes.

"Go to the mall." He told her. She was quizzical for a while and tied his tie expertly. "Buy formal clothes. Expensive, a little dazzling, and enough to show that you are the boss."

"Why would I?"

"You'll be the CEO soon enough, after your training." He kissed her nose. "You have your bodyguards and don't worry about spending a lot of money. I want you to spend my money, okay?" she didn't say a thing. "Do you understand me, Keira?" she nodded. "I mean it. If I didn't receive any notification from the bank, I'll go down myself to buy you thousands of clothes."

"Okay," she said for him not to buy thousands of clothes.

"Good." He kissed her lips. "I'll go now. Got important meetings."

"Take care." She said and he smiled gorgeously making her heart melt.

"Of course, I will love. You take care of yourself, while I'm not with you. I'll meet you for lunch." He kissed her forehead, picked his briefcase, and left.

She ate a little and started picking a beautiful dress and stiletto shoes. That's what he wanted. She walks to make sure that it's comfortable and when she's done on her clothes, she puts her powder on and mascara on, with light lipstick.

She chose a simple car since the staff was choosing something flashy. At the backseat, she's sitting with one of her bodyguards while the other one is on the front seat.

She entered the mall and started searching around for clothes. She even searched in google on how to match them and ask for the help of the attendants. She felt a little hungry and her bodyguards shadowed her. She went to the café and bought a latte and a pastry. She used the golden card that he provided for her. She's sure that he's happy that she's spending his money.

Then a message came up and she checked it from the phone that he gave.

Alessandro: You spend too little my love.

She bit her lower lip and doesn't know if she should feel happy that he calls her love.

She left the mall to search for another boutique when she stopped, seeing her ex-boyfriend Oliver as a woman is clinging to him. The woman looked at her from head to toe and insecurity was on her face. Oliver frowned a little and brushed off the woman. He walked toward her. And she signed her bodyguards not to attack.

"Keira, I have been looking for you and searching for you."

"You do?" she scoffed.

"Where have you been? And dress beautifully" he might not notice her bodyguards since they look like tycoons. "Come on babe. I called your friend and you weren't there anymore. How's mom?"

"Stop playing on me, Oliver. And don't call my mother as you care."

"We are still together."

"No. We are over after you keep fucking other women. Besides, I care no less about you."

Oliver moved closer, gritting his teeth, and grabbed her elbow.

"I haven't taken you on my bed yet—" he growled and suddenly he was pushed and one of her bodyguards gripped his wrist and punched him on the stomach. He fell to his knees on the ground clutching his stomach. "You bastards!"

"You do not talk to our Madam like that!" One of her bodyguards threatened. Madam? She wasn't even Alessandro's wife. But somehow, everyone in the villa called her Madam. "Apologize." Her bodyguards are tall, well-built, and have their strengths.

"Are you hurt, Madam?" One of the bodyguards asked. She looked at her arm and shook her head.

"It's alright." She said and looked down at Oliver struggling. She pulled a few bills out of her pocket. Probably four-500 bills and throw it to Oliver. "Here, go to the hospital."

She walked past Oliver like she's a runway queen as she strode to the roadside to go to another boutique. She was quite happy doing it to Oliver. After all, he treated her like a maid and a slut.

She went to the company building of Alessandro wearing black shades and a scarf. She was escorted by her bodyguards and she had sneak in using the private entrance to the CEO's office. He is still sitting there, signing a few papers and she sat down on the sofa waiting for him.

"Come here." He said softly. She put down her purse and walked toward him, beside him. He slowly pushed the swivel chair and made her sit on his lap and move closer to the swivel chair as he picked the paper. "Read this for me and tell me what you think about it." He leaned his head and closed his eyes.

She read the paper silently and she took a pencil noting a few words. She studied a few Business Laws and she understood the terms and the proposal. She then checked other papers that he hasn't read yet or checked yet.

Ever since she was young, her father taught her how to read documents since she's a miracle child, her father taught her a lot and she enjoyed it. Though few of it wasn't on her mind, she immediately understood terms on the papers. She after all excelled in a few levels.

"Alessandro?" she leaned on his neck.

"You hungry?"

"Very." He opened his eyes and looked at the papers. "Well done love. Let's eat." He fixed the papers and walked with her outside using the Presidential elevator.