First Blood: The Perfect Mistress

CHAPTER 4

My mother organized the club called THE PERFECT MISTRESS as soon as she got back on her feet over my father’s demise.  At first, I didn’t understand why she had to go through the horror of socializing with mistresses when she’s a victim of a philandering father and a homewrecker.

Several times, I tried to talk with her about it, but I was young back then, and my voice didn’t deserve to be heard. She told me not to interfere, but how could I do that after reading her diary?

I knew it was considered as an invasion of her privacy but the darn document was left in the open, and I was curious what was written on it!  So I read it without her permission and regretted it afterward.

The said diary remained in my locked drawer and mother assumed she lost it. Every time, I couldn’t focus on my goals or a distraction would present itself, I made it a habit to read her diary. Somehow, reading it over and over again gave me peace.

Keith Demakis was a distraction and I had to remove him from my memory. Since I decided to just stay at home for the day, I changed into something comfier before unlocking the drawer that contained my mother’s diary. When I say comfier, it’s airy and light such as boyshorts made of red lace. My boobs bounced up and down every time I walked but I was used to it! Usually, I wouldn’t wear anything on top. It’s just the boyshort whenever I’m home.

At that moment, I listened to Holyn’s ballad songs on YouTube and started reading.

February 10, 2012

Dear Diary,

I hoped that my daughter didn’t notice how I watched him go up to the second floor where our bedroom was located. I needed to bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying. Deep in my heart, I could feel that he hid something from me.

I finished my meal in a hurry and followed him to our bedroom. He was busy with his phone. I wanted to ask what’s keeping him busy but I didn’t want to offend Lance.

I aimed for the closet and arranged our clothes to keep myself busy or he would think I’m spying on him. While my hands were occupied, my brain was also busy, thinking for the reason of his changes. Although it was subtle and less obvious, I could feel his indifference each day.

It hurts. It really hurts.

I did nothing to hurt him. In fact, I gave him everything for sixteen years that we’re together and I didn’t ask anything in return. I did it because of love. When it’s about our finances, he had nothing to worry about. When it comes to s*x, I could say I did my best. I even watched several tutorials on how to be good at twerking because he loved it. I needed to learn a lot of skills in bed to satisfy his needs. I did all of that for him!

But why?

It was around ten in the evening when I joined him in bed, and he was already asleep or pretended to be asleep just to keep me away. Lately, he was annoyed every time I asked him to make love to me. Yes, it’s me who asked, like what the f**k?

I was Adrianna Jones before I marry him, the most eligible woman during my time, and my father could buy the entire Keiraville from Montenegro’s. However, Lance made me grovel for attention and I couldn’t forgive him for humiliating me!

As I lay beside him, his messenger kept on beeping, and I was almost tempted to check who messaged him at night. I tried to sleep but how could I? My eyes were closed but my brain wasn’t! It was wide awake!

I waited until I heard his steady breathing, then I checked his phone under the quilt.   

My mouth gaped open when I couldn’t c***k the screen lock! I gave up or his phone would be locked, then he would blame it on me. Stealthily, I returned it to the side table and forced myself to sleep.

When I wake up in the morning, he was already gone, and I longed for his presence beside me. I smelled the blanket he used and I felt like the most pitiful woman in the world! I smiled bitterly at the obvious display of disrespect!

February 11, 2012

Dear Diary,

I just couldn’t trust him anymore! I knew he’s cheating! He was careful with his affair but I had connections and someone reported his escapade with Rachel, his ex-girlfriend. Temporarily, I was shocked that my suspicions were accurate. I was taken aback at his boldness! I rescued him from being broke when his family’s business slowly crumbled due to recession, and yet, he dared to backstab me! It’s unforgivable!     

He was crazy for betraying me and I was crazy for marrying him! For sixteen years, he didn’t give me anything! He didn’t even treat me with a dinner or lunch to somewhere fancy, or even to fast-food! He just didn’t do anything to me and it should have been the sign!

I felt like…wow…seriously? No, it couldn’t go on…forever! The humiliation has to stop! I failed to see the kind of man I was married into and he had to …leave! I confronted him when Cassie went to school.

“You lied about Rachel,” I told him while we’re having refreshments at the rooftop. “Why did you lie about her?”

“Honey, can we just talk about something else?”

Lance was uncomfortable when we talked about Rachel and he asked to change our topic but I refused to drop the topic about his affair. At that moment, I gave him the chance to choose me over Rachel. It was pathetic but I couldn’t make a move yet! “Leave her,” I ordered.

“She’s pregnant…with my child!” He admitted the most horrible truth but I managed to control my emotions. I smiled even if I felt like dying inside!

“I have to be with her while she’s pregnant. After that, I’ll come back to you and we can start anew, go somewhere else where no one knew us,” he replied and suggested living somewhere else.

As always, it’s all about him! He didn’t even consider that our daughter would have a hard time adjusting to the changes, and he failed at the test I gave him when he asked me to compromise for his mistress.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

I glared at him and he balled his fist as if he’s going to hit me! As if the physical pain would match the emotional pain and trauma he caused me! I smirked at my husband when he couldn’t hit me and it frustrated him.

“Rachel is kind, Adrianna. She’s warm and compassionate to me but you, you’re always busy with your business!”

My blood reached the maximum boiling point at the comparison. “How dare you!” I slapped him real hard.

“This is the last time, I’m going to say it, Lance. Leave her or suffer the consequences of my wrath,” I warned him.

Lance nodded and looked at my eyes when he made a promise to leave her. A promise he didn’t keep!   

What the f**k was wrong with him? I just couldn’t understand why he suddenly bailed on me. My heart was torn into little pieces, and my pride was the same! 

February 11, 2012

Dear Diary,

My husband came home with a bouquet of my favorite flower after meeting his mistress. I was insulted that I came in second. I was no longer his priority, and I was no longer his number one. It hurts!

“Is this a peace offering?” I asked him but instead of responding to my question, he grabbed my waist and embraced me tightly.

Before I could resist, he already captured my mouth and it was game over! He carried me into our bedroom and as soon as he closed the door, we were into each other. Grabbing each other’s buttocks, and touching every inch of our bodies. Soon, our clothes scattered on the floor.

I missed him so much that I was willing to do everything to make him happy! Once again, I became wild at his lovemaking and serviced him with my hands, my mouth, and everything I got.

When he returned the favor and pleasured me with his mouth, all the doubts I had suddenly vanished. Was it because of s*x? Was it the only thing I want from him?  Rachel must have lost her charisma or he wouldn’t be so horny.

I didn’t know anymore.

His kisses burned the walls I put to guard myself. His touch ignited the wanton woman inside me, and I couldn’t deny my body with the pleasure I would get from Lance. He’s a skilled lover and with just his fingers, I almost reached the peak of o****m!

Later on, I was on top of him, and his hands groped my breast when I sheathed his sword. It had been so long for me and I wanted him so much. As my body rocked around his hardness, he whimpered in pleasure. 

When I stared at his eyes, the sensual desire was written on it, and it ignited my passion even more.  I placed one of my palms into his chest, while the other was on his muscular thighs to balance myself while I wiggled my hips around his erection.

Suddenly, he sat up, and let me saddle on him. The penetration was deeper and I could feel the tightening of my muscles around him. He felt it too! When I arched my back far from him to feel the sensation even better, his mouth covered one of my breasts and tickled my n****e with his tongue.

I moaned heavily, and he did the same. We were both loud I was worried that Cassie would hear us.

“I love you hon,” I whispered but he didn’t respond. When I checked on him, he was already asleep.

February 18, 2012

 Dear Diary,

It’s the seventh day that he didn’t come home. I tried to call him several times because our daughter was admitted to the hospital due to fever and some infections. My heart bled every time I think about him who’s probably with Rachel at the moment.

When Cassie and I got home, she requested her favorite food: a roasted pig or Lechon. I asked the driver to get it for her while I prepared the fresh pineapple juice. Cassie was in her bedroom and she would just wait for me to call her.

Then, my phone beeped. The message came from Lance and cold shivers ran through my veins as I read his message. He asked for some space. A call-off! Out of anger and pain, I threw my phone into the nearest wall. Good thing, it wasn’t broken because I had some questions for him. My hands trembled as I typed the message.

“Why?” It’s just a one-word question but it took him an hour to respond.

“I just need some space,” he replied.

“You should have worked at NASA,” I jested but tears began to fall when I sent him the message.

I was mad and hurt at the same time because he asked to be set free via phone. It’s humiliating!

I drank the fresh juice I made for Cassie while examining my thoughts. Then, I went to the sink and washed my face with cold water. I didn’t want to cry and looked silly but tears automatically fall, and I had to wash my face several times.

I had to call him!

I needed to!

I called him several times and as soon as he picked up my call, I asked him, “Don’t you love me anymore?” My voice cracked a little, I knew it but who cares?

“Please don’t be so dramatic this time, Adrianna. I only needed some space,” he said.

“Is that all you want? Okay fine, I’ll give it to you,” I agreed even if it was killing me inside. I loved him so much and if he needed some space, I would give it to him.

That was cool, I thought. However, it required a lot of courage to give him space. I laughed like crazy, then I stared into nothingness and cried my heart out. It was the most unforgettable moment of my existence, and the person who caused me extreme sadness should be cursed.

For a moment, I felt empty, and I blamed myself for what happened.

Maybe, I was a control freak around him.

Maybe, I hurt his ego for having a greater income.

Maybe, my love wasn’t enough.

Maybe, I was boring in bed.

For the nth time, I asked myself where I went wrong. I gave him everything! I did everything to make him but in the end, my efforts weren’t enough and he was disappointed.

February 21, 2012,

Dear Diary,

For two days, I did nothing. As much as I wanted to ask every question in my head, I chose to be quiet about it. I was scared to lose him forever! At night, I wanted to cry but I couldn’t do it or my daughter would notice the puffiness of my eyes in the morning.

Part of me already died, and I thought to give up. However, there’s Cassie and she needed me. 

I stopped reading and closed the diary. Every time I read my name on her diary, it only convinced me even more that she’s a coward. How could she blame me for why she wasn’t able to retaliate?

I knew that she suffered a lot because of Lance Anderson but the man has been taken care of. It’s been eight years already since he died!

Maybe I should go back to the office, I thought. But as soon as I put on my office uniform, my head was filled with Keith’s images. Attentive green eyes matched his black and long hair in a ponytail. I must admit that he would be the most handsome man in our neighborhood if he has no tattoos or ear piercings.

“Cassie are you there?”

I arched my brows upon hearing my mother’s voice outside my bedroom. Before I went to unlock the door, I wore something to cover the lacy boyshort. “Yes, Ma?”

“Keith is waiting downstairs. He mentioned that there’s something he should discuss with you,” Adrianna informed me.

“Just tell him I’m not available,” I said.