Playboy's Mistress by Raeesa Emery (top non fiction books of all time .txt) 📗

" I LOVE YOU IVAN. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME LIKE THIS." She said and he made a disgusted expression. 

" YOUR LOVE IS VERY PATHETIC SERENITY, I AM DISGUSTED WITH YOUR THIS SICK LOVE. " He said and spit his saliva on the floor humiliating her more as she did to Ember. Next, his face became emotionless and he said-

" I am giving you a warning don't you dare come to the doorstep of my house. If you will then you are losing your one leg next time and your father will not be able to do anything against me except doing some idiotic acts so better don't come to my House's doorstep. " He said and move back. 

" Ivan~

And next, she flinched hard when he shot just near her leg making her gasp in fear and Roma slapped on the door shouting from the other side. 

" I don't repeat. " He said and turned around. He wants to hurt her badly but he couldn't THIS TIME. If next time she will hurt Ember then he will truly kill her. 

" The day you will hurt my wife, the same day I will kill you. " He said again giving her warning and unlocking the door. Opening the door he found Roma standing in fear and anger. She looked in the room and she sighed in relief. 

" What was all this?. "Roma asked in anger. 

" Next time if your daughter is hurting my wife then you will find your daughter's dead body. So if you love your daughter, then keep her away from my wife, from my life because you better know what I do with those people who tried to force themselves in my life. " He warned and walked away from there with the gun still in his hand. 

" Ivan please don't go... I love you, Ivan... Ivan please, I love you. " He heard Serenity's scream but ignored it. 

•••

Entering the house he locked the door behind him and found the glass vase pieces were absent from the floor. He knows, who did this all?. Unbuttoning his shirt's three buttons he walked into his bedroom. 

Entering his bedroom he found Ember looking out of the floor-to-ceiling mirror wall while sitting on the bed. The papers were still on the bed, untouched. She turned as soon as she noticed his presence behind herself and there he is looking at her without any emotions. Seeing his three buttons of the shirt undone she feared. 

" Why aren't you sleeping?. " His deep midnight husky voice echoed in her ear. 

" I wasn't feeling sleepy. " She replied softly. 

" Did you treat your wound?. " He asked and she showed her palm fearing his anger. He felt satisfied realising that she obeyed him. He walked to the bed and sat on it. 

" Treat my wound. "He ordered forwarding his hand toward her and seeing his bruised knuckles, she was surprised. 

" How did you get hurt?. " She asked. He wasn't looking at her and she was looking at his bruised knuckles. 

" Some people disobeyed me. " He replied calmly but this sentence and with this calmness did nothing good to her. 

" So they got some punishment from me. " A wave of fear ran down her spine realizing that he beat some people just because they disobeyed him. 

" So you better don't disobey me. " He said and this sentence was too creepy, too much fearful. He was indirectly giving her the warning to don't disobey him. She looked at him with fear but his face was as usual. Emotionless. 

Taking the first aid box she slid near him but not that near. He was observing her being nervous, feeling uneasiness. She holds his hand and he lay on the bed while placing his head on her lap making her surprised. She slid back so that he can rest his head on the pillow or bed. 

" Stay. " He said softly but this only word was very dominating that she halted at her place where she was. She was feeling suffocation by being this near. Taking a good observation of his bruise she took cotton and socked it with Dettol. A hiss left from his mouth when she pressed that cotton on his bruise. He closed his eyes bearing the burn and don't know why she felt satisfaction by doing this. Doing means making him feel pain. 

" I am sorry. " She mumbled and he opened his eyes and started to look at her face, taking note of her every facial feature. He noticed her eyebrows getting knitted when she was wiping the blood. He noticed how she was biting her lower lips softly in nervousness. He noticed some droplets of sweat on her forehead absolutely because of her fear. She is too concentrated on her work. He lifted his other hand and she slightly moved back in fear when his rough finger pad touched her cheek. She looked at him with horror and found him already looking at her without emotion. 

" Do your work. " He ordered in his deep voice and with great fear in her heart she started to do her work letting him touch her cheek. This time he saw her lips quivering slightly. Her thumb traced the outline of her lips and by this time he can feel her hands shake slightly. He chuckled inwardly thinking how much effect he has on her and that too negative effects.