The Good Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (13 page)

Chapter 20

Blake

Tokyo, Japan

UP UNTIL THIS
moment, Blake had never been to Asia without his climbing gear. If Jace and the gang knew he were within a hundred-mile radius of one of the largest mountains in the world, then there’d be no way to live it down.

Hundreds of floors up, they lay entwined in a cashmere blanket in Blake’s penthouse apartment. The sun began to rise. Mt. Fuji beckoned him off in the distance, but the soft, feminine creature in his arms gave him the same heart-thumping in his ears.

“If you try to get me to climb
that,
I’ll start a riot.” Mila’s smooth voice warmed his cheek as she bestowed kisses to his ear.

“We’ve got all the time in the world to work our way up to Mount Fuji, Mila.” He palmed her hip, pulling her closer.

“Oh yeah, all the time in the world.”

He realized that talk of a future was taboo, even more so, her status as his mistress meant her time may come on a whim.

The phone in his pocket vibrated before Blake could reassure her.

“Blake, you’ve been screening your calls all week…”

Unable to declare his affection to Mila, Blake took the chance to answer his cell phone.

FUCK
.

“So you’ve taken your slut on vacation again…” Diane’s words were slurred with a heap of venom, pills, and alcohol.

“Don’t allow the latest magazine headline to move your emotions so much that you forget who the fuck I am,” Blake responded, censoring his words. Not in the least out of concern for Diane’s feelings, but because Mila was in close proximity.

“Oh, I apologize, Blake. I fucking apologize for acknowledging your whoring around after the vows we’ve made!”

“Fuck that, Di…” Taking a deep breath, Blake gave a monotonous, “Guess I’ll see you when I see you. On the other hand, feel free to enjoy the show.”

Diane began to go off as Blake hung up. With the blanket swathed around her, Mila started to stand. She meant to leave him cold, and alone. His tanned body dominated the lounger. A warm hearth nearby would suffice, but a warm body meant everything. His hand went to her wrist.

“Blake, I heard the entire conversation,” Mila stared him up and down. “Let’s not pretend that you and your wife are over… ‘Oh, don’t worry Mila. Diane’s in Bora Bora, Maui’…” she paused, shoulders rising as crisp air filled her lungs. “Yeah, I’m sure that was a lie. Don’t worry, I still like to fuck you as much as I
think
you enjoy fucking me. But for the moment, I’ve enjoyed the sunrise. I’ll take a nap. You can go out, do one of your
business meetings
. Let me know when you require my services.” She bowed curtly. Resistance was met at her attempt to remove his hold of her wrist. Strands of hair caressed across her bare shoulders and Blake knew Mila’s knuckles were taut as she held herself away from him. In shame?

“You’re done?”

Sparkling wet eyes, obsidian in hue, turned his way. “Yup. I’m not stupid, Blake. This is how the story goes. You want me. You get me.
Then you fucking treat me like your wife.
”

The way those full lips puckered as Mila cussed made his dick hard. He wanted her mouth on his cock, yet there were tears in her eyes. He nodded, still holding her captive. “Oh yeah, that’s fucking cute, Mila. So you think I’m cheating on her? You think I’m cheating on you?”

“
Cute
? Glad I could fully entertain you,
Blake
.”
Again she attempted to wrestle her wrist away, but the asshole had a good grip. Though not hurting her, his callused hand held firm.

Though Mila had more grit than any woman he ever knew, Blake realize she was pretending to play the game. A fucking game he had no hand in as she mockingly made her request, “May I be released,
Blake
?”

He yanked her back onto his lap. The cashmere blanket slide to the ground. Now, she was just as bare as Blake. Except his tanned, taut body didn’t display one goosebump while her silky skin shivered. Fire burned like magma in his veins.
She,
his current obsession, had that effect. It was like the very first time Blake had climbed Mount Everest.

“Diane and I are separated, Mila.”

“Whatever.”

“You and I have gotten serious. The day we came back from St. Vincent, from climbing that fucking volcano, I told her–”

“Yeah, okay, Blake.”

He gripped both of her biceps, and pulled Mila in for a kiss. Her face dashed to the left, Blake’s teeth sunk into the flesh of her jawbone.

“Soon as we set foot on USA soil, I’m so fucking done with you Blake.”

If she wanted to play hard to get, he’d go vampire on her ass. His large hands staked claim to her buttocks. A moan streamed past her just parted lips. Blake grabbed the hair at the nape of Mila’s neck, turned her head quickly and devoured her mouth.

Reading her mind, Blake pulled back, leaving Mila breathless. Those Hershey’s nipples fully erect, rising and falling at the panting of her lungs. He clasped her throat with his hand, and again tasted her lips so damn good that all thoughts vanished from Mila’s mind. And it vanquished all his guilt about Warren’s death.

“Those fucking lips love to curse me. Taunt me. Threaten me.” Blake’s forest orbs took siege on Mila’s glance as his hand held her cheeks.

“Blake, when I say something, I mean it. Since we’ve gotten here, it’s been you reading your iPhone. Stepping out of the room, or declining calls. It’s been fun. True to form, you’ve helped mend my broken heart. So you’ve kept your end of the bargain. When we get back home, let’s call it a day.”

“My end of the bargain?” Blake scoffed. “This is all business to you, Mila. We’re back to square one with you wanting to leave, too fucking bad.”

“Too bad.” She struggled to pull away. He refused to let her go, and he readjusted the blanket around her bare shoulder.

“Yeah, too fucking bad, Mila.” Blake’s arms gripped around her waist, he pulled her closer. Blake bit her bottom lip. Mila’s pussy jolted against his thigh. Sugary wetness began to trickle over his leg. Blake refused to address her attempts to leave as her hot naked body warmed against his. “You’re wet for
me
, Mila. You can talk shit, but still be ironically so motherfucking wet for me!”

She gulped, mouth wide, yet didn’t say not one word.

“So what else is that mouth good for, huh?”

Not a half a second later, Mila scooted down beneath the blanket. Her lips flew to his cock. Those pillowy lips reminded Blake of her swollen labia. All the anger rolled over Blake’s shoulders as her jaws got to work. His eyes went to the clouds hovering around Mt. Fuji off in the distance. Since Mila’s mouth could work a multitude of miracles, he grabbed a fist full of hair and began to massage her scalp as she moaned. The head of his tool slamming down the back of her throat. Then Blake’s fucking toes curled under as she drunk of him.

~~~

Strawberries had never been Blake's favorite, even in his past life. While others enjoyed what was considered a sweet taste or exhaling just the essence of a ruby red delight, Blake chose not to. 

Just his luck, he stood before a strawberry blonde with pleasing pink lips that were curved in interest. How fastidious, those lips had been plumped by one of the woman's many suitors, yet she’d chose to forgo the standard Double D-breast job most mistresses received. Now back to those lips, they were perfect. Blake wouldn't mind the feel of those plush pillows on his cock. Yet given the circumstances he mirrored her poker face. False satisfaction.

Her alabaster skin-tone clashed with the slate-gray cement walls of her vast estate. The home was taciturn, her
façade
charming. The model from the 8 by 10 photo Lamb delivered almost two months ago, in the flesh.

“Hello, Mr. Baldwin, I'd say it's a pleasure, nevertheless I've delighted in many a billionaire before and have acquired a taste for ones who've seasoned in their assets.” 

His mouth twitched as she dissed him, then those muscles settled on a smile. “Blake. Call me Blake,” he continued with the fakery as Lola invited him inside.

The servant in silk kimono who’d greeted him a few minutes ago kept her slanted eyes downcast as they walked by.

They walked past rice-paper walls in which allowed Lola and her many suitors the luxury of privacy in such a wide-spaced home. The place appeared even larger due to its minimalistic furniture.

“Well Blake, what would you like to drink?”

“Whiskey.” 

“Hmmmm…”

“Elaborate.”

“Oh nothing,” she nodded to her man servant who most likely doubled as a fuck partner. “Martini dry,”

“You're here about Warren Jameson?”

He nodded with a closed mouth smile. 

“Suppose I should give you what you want, without any extra
lip
,” Lola arched an eyebrow to clue Blake in on the fact that she had an inkling of his dirty thoughts.

Lola wanted to submerge him into a past where Blake had been watched like a hawk in the corner liquor store, or underestimated as ‘not going to make it out of the hood’ by inner-city school teachers.

“Thank you.” Lola nodded to her man servant while Blake just took his drink. He downed it and complemented the whore on her good taste. The only words he spoke to the staff were, “another.” 

“Now back to this persuasion, Blake. You're one of the hottest billionaires ever. I've heard delicious stories about you.” Lola licked those faux lips.

“You'll have to thank the gossipers for me.” 

“Ha ha.” She laughed tensely. “Funny, though, the gossip is always ever in your favor. My friends, the
agreeable
ones can’t get enough of bragging about you.” She paused for effect. “Then my gorgeous friends who have a negative opinion of you… well, they disappear, Blake.” 

Instead of genuinely laughing at Lola’s accusations, Blake shrugged. “This is a vacation area.” 

“Yes, it is. But I make many friends who vacation. You know,” Lila tapped her lip with her index finger, “some vacationers transform into lifelong friends. As a frequent voyager, Blake, surely you’ve cultivated a few friendships on various continents.”

He nodded. There was Jace and the other adrenaline junkies. And like Lola had just said, there were women. Some of which he’d see again, others… they were stolen moments out of a lifetime.

“Lola.” He leaned forward, second drink in hand. “You have to be rather paranoid to conclude that some whores you once chatted with, stopped chatting with you because of me.” 

Her delicate shoulders rose. “I guess those are the makings of a coincidence, Blake.” Lola smiled. Instead of accusing Blake of murdering these women, she changed the subject, “A few minutes ago, I was preparing to congratulate you on being an anomaly. Sexy. Billionaire. Although
new
money. You have this swagger about you as does all the other self-made billionaires. You keep your mistresses on gilded shrines, yet offering only morsels of yourself. Now, like I said. You and your kind, this new breed. Well you all have
nothing
on inherited money. Those types, though harder to snatch,” she said with a curled upper lip, “are the crème de la crème for mistresses. Old. Money. Is. Everything. So I fuck them, or mere millionaires who aren't frugal.” She held up her hands as if a weighing scale, “old time billionaires or measly millionaires who like to wine and dine a girl. I've heard your eyes are set on one of my old lovers.” 

Blake’s eyebrow rose. Lola was curving toward his goal, without him even having to ask. Lola liked to talk and judge.

She shook her head. “If I could get anywhere near Mila Jame—oops, she didn’t quite succeed in obtaining the name. So guess I really wasn’t a mistress when it came to Warren, huh? He just liked to have chats, with back rubs and stuff like that.” Lola shrugged. “Funny, I was there before he even got Mila. He liked her ever since meeting when the girl was in college. While I rubbed his feet, he told me all about sweet Mila. I knew when she popped his fucking cherry. Anywho, I’d like to think that Mila and I are friends. She wants to own a resource center. I like her friggen idea, really I do. Coming from a working class background in the small town, I remember my dad complaining about the
blacks
getting welfare and the rich, oh we all know how that story goes. Back to Mila, I wish I had a way to talk to her. I'd tell her to run. Whadaya think of that?”

“To be honest,” he began, “nothing at all. You're hot shit Lola, which is why I’ve entertained your stupidity for over a second.”

“Oh, so is this the part where you threaten my life?” She snapped. “I know all about your fleet of jets. Warren was on one of them, he took a business trip. One of his stops was right between these thighs,” Lola said, opening her legs titillating and slow. “Warren had been tense. I thought it was because his bitch was forcing him into marriage.”

Blake’s eyes locked onto Lola’s. She’d called Mila out. She was tight-roping on a thin line, and her demise already played out in his head.