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

" You are a businesswoman, have the guts to walk alone, by this meeting you didn't only lose your perfectly polished image, you have even ruined the name of your politician husband. I am wondering, how would he be feeling right now?." He said in a calm tone showing his fake care for her husband.

" Soon I will make you leave this Sophia, Mrs Morgan. So try to think by the brain, not by your knee who run a lot for the rubbish thing." She clenched her jaw hearing his last sentence. Ivan humiliated her. She looked at Ivan with anger before walking out and seeing her back he smirked. One sentence hit her hard and he wanted to do this from very earlier. This Sophia is of his mom and he will never let anyone be the owner of Sophia except him.

" Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen." He said and looked at Henna who was smiling while looking at him. He didn't smile back. " Let's meet at the party tomorrow night." He announced and walked out of the meeting room before he loose control of his emotions.

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Sitting on the sofa she is waiting for Ivan feeling bored. There are a lot of files but does she have any gut to touch them?. No. She didn't touch anything. It's not because she doesn't want to touch anything. It's because she is afraid to touch files or anything. She looked at a magazine on which Ivan's pic was present on the cover and some sentences were written for him. 

" Youngest billionaire " was written on the top. He was looking devilishly handsome in the pic " and in reality, he is truly a Devil " she thought. After a lot of debate, she finally decided to check the magazine. 

Taking the magazine she flipped the first page and closed her eyes when she saw Ivan shirtless, posing for the camera, biting their lower lip. She flipped 2-3 pages in one go and opened her eyes. Again his pic was present but this time he was fully covered.

Interviewer:" So what makes you different from all other billionaires?."

Ivan:" My visual." (  Yeah, he forced girl this too make him different.) She thought.

Interviewer:" You have a steel factory in Greece ." Her eyes got widened reading this line he fucking owns a steel factory and that's too in Greece.

Ivan:" I was a teenager when I drew the map of my steel factory and later my maternal grandfather supported my dream." 

" You can ask whatever you want." She flinched hearing the deep voice. The magazine fell from her hand and she looked up and found Ivan looking at her, standing near the door with one glass in one hand and a vine bottle in the second hand.

" You have me in Real then why reading about me from a magazine?." He asked. No matter how many times she tries to boost herself for being brave but his aura always affects her. Badly. Very badly.

"I was getting bored.. so.. so I was reading and I only read 2 lines." She said and took the magazine from the floor. Placing it on the table she looked at him. He walked to his chair and placed the wine bottle, and glass on the table. Taking off his coat he placed his coat on the chair and come to her with a vine bottle and glass.

" Your... Your lunch." She said and he sat just near her on the sofa making her slide a little away.

" You drink?." He asked looking at her while pouring vine into the glass.

" No." She said.

" Then never drink. It will harm your kidneys and then you will start breaking my expansive thing after knowing I can not sell your damaged kidneys." He said and took the first sip. She looked at him with an eww expression.

" You know, it will harm kidneys but still you drink. You wanna die?." She asked and he chuckled while mixing the vine in the glass.

" WHO WANTS TO LIVE, EMBER?." He asked and slowly his eyes landed on her. Again his eyes are emotionless. She shrugged off this.

" What did you cook for me ?." He asked and opened the lunchbox. He smiled in satisfaction when the aroma of food filled his nostril. She looked at him with a wide eye when he started to eat without a spoon and knife. He was simply using his hand.

" Use the spoon, it's oily." She said and forwarded the spoon.

" I don't like to use them." He said and continued. She let him eat however he wants. Many people don't use spoons and knives. It's not a big deal. But only he knows, he doesn't know how to use them that's one of the reasons that he doesn't like to eat in restaurants or hotels. 

" Isn't it spicy?." She asked.

" No, it's fine." He replied.

" Salty?." 

" Naah. it's extremely good. You wanna be a cook?." He asked looking at her.

" I can open a restaurant of yours." He said and she nod her head negatively.

" No, I want to study." She said and he mumbled okay.

" We will attend a party tomorrow night." He said and he looked at him with disbelief.

" Party?." She asked.

" Yes, be ready." He ordered making her think about something.

" Rich people... There will be rich people?." She asked.