Billionaire's Mistress

Chapter ３

Leanna's point of view

The lobby of the presidential suite is carpeted in a thick cashmere carpet imported from New Zealand and hand-sewn. It feels smooth and cozy.

Edmun took a seat on the sofa. I went after him. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say.

I'm not even sure whether the dude recognizes me at this point.

If he doesn't remember me at all, I'm going to look foolish because I was so frightened.

"Well... Mr. Edmund, I'm not sure what you want for dinner? Western cuisine, Korean food, Chinese food? We have prepared a menu for you, and I will deliver it to you right now." Although I don't want to be a housekeeper, I have to do my job. After all, he is now my honored guest.

I turned around and walked up to the bookshelf near him, where I took a prepared menu and handed it to him.

I was a little worried. My shin squarely touched the corner of the coffee table as I moved to the sofa, causing my tears to flood in an instant.

I bent down to shield my damaged leg, but I was only halfway there. . I straightened up while holding back my emotions. I took a weak step forward and handed him the menu with both hands. "First, Mr. Edmund, have a look."

He took the menu and started reading it.

I stooped over and stroked my wounded leg with a pained face while he read the menu.

"Do you need to visit a doctor?" His eyes were still fixed on the menu,.

I quickly restrained my expression and stood up straight. "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Edmund; I'm alright, but I inadvertently banged my leg; I don't need to visit a doctor."

"Master does not ask you to examine your legs, but to check your ears to see whether you have otolith, which makes your brain unable to receive motion signals and causes you to get dizzy," Edmund's assistant, Oarlan, explained.

I felt mortified when I heard the words.

It turned out that he was not concerned about me just now, but was satirizing me for being "blind".

"Sir, the Hill company has prepared a reception supper for you, which is an invitation from Ivan Hill himself; please make sure to come," Oarlan said flatly.

"Reply to him, I will be there on time," Edmund said as he rose up.

"Yes," agreed Oarlan.

I was glad to learn that they were going out to supper in the evening. I could face him in less time if he required fewer services.

Edmund entered the room to change clothes. I took advantage of the occasion to question Oarlan about Edmund's plans for the following several days. He was totally booked, I discovered. Except for resting at night, he would basically be at the clubhouse. I was pleased that he was not in the room the remainder of the time.

This way, at the very least, I am free during the day.

Edmund and Oarlan left the club for supper in the evening. When I returned to the office and opened the door, I heard someone mumble.

"You know what? That big shot is absolutely gorgeous; he is the behind-the-scenes head of our country's largest consortium and The King Group's leader."

"No surprise Mr. Alvin is worried; we've met a lot of important people, and we've never seen him so careful."

"Are you talking nonsense? Can the big people who came to our club have such a distinguished status? I envy Leanna who can serve Mr. Edmund. Do you believe Miss Leanna is that beautiful? Will Mr. Edmund choose her and keep her as a mistress?"

"Haha, don't talk nonsense; if the Housekeeping Department's head finds out, she will punish you. Her position as a housekeeper has been taken away."

They were talking to each other when they noticed a woman arriving from the opposite side.

"Are you two free now? Have you done all your job? You have time to gossip here, and I don't think you want to work here any longer," Venus, the director of the Housekeeping Department, scolded.

Both waiters were chastised. They bowed their heads and apologized. They swiftly walked away.

I felt uncomfortable, but I unexpectedly came upon Venus' sight. "I have known Leanna's strange tactics for a long time, but now I can see it," she said, "just tell Miss Leanna nicely that the Cinderella fairy story is only a fairy tale because it is impossible to happen in real life. it is preferable to know your own responsibility!"

I recognize her sarcasm, yet I'm not offended. "I take this suggestion," I responded with a smile.

She glanced at me fiercely and marched away in high heels, her head held high.

I let out a loud sigh as I watched her go away.

Others may believe that I am fortunate to have the opportunity to serve dignitaries, but who knows how much I dislike being the steward?

The presidential suite often includes a tiny room that serves as a servant chamber for the housekeeper, who offers personal service at the club 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

After supper, I returned to my room to await the "big shot."

I was drowsy at more than ten o'clock in the evening. I was planning to take a snooze in bed. My cell phone rang on the bedside table.

Reaching for my mobile phone, I glanced at the caller ID, and the phone was called by Oarlan, Edmund's assistant.

I swapped phone numbers with him before we left so that we could contact one other.

What will happen when Oarlan calls at this point?

"Hello, Oarlan..." I said as I answered the phone with skepticism.

"Miss Leanna, come to The Sky Hotel right now, room 999," Oarlan said urgently, his tone commanding.

"Excuse me, what is the problem?"

"About Mr. Edmund, I'll give you fifteen minutes; come here right now!" he said as he hung up the phone.

I was astonished for a half-second while looking at the phone with the screen blacked off, then got up and headed downstairs right away.

The Sky Hotel is the most opulent hotel in City X, and although I have never stayed there, I am aware of its repute.

Private hotels of this kind, leave alone regular people, even wealthy people will not be able to access the gate if they are not members.

It is not unusual for such a large man as Edmund to emerge at such a location.

But why did he summon me?

I stepped off the car, full of questions, and headed directly to the lobby.

The security officer stopped me at the entry and said, "Miss, only VIP members may access here."

I noticed I was still dressed in the club's outfit. It may be impossible to enter immediately.

I was contemplating how to deal with the two security officers when I noticed Oarlan exit the room, "I invited her here, can't she come in?"

When the security guy spotted Oarlan, he constantly apologized and let me leave.

After walking down the corridor, Oarlan grabbed me aside and handed me a room card. "Mr. Edmund is in room 999; you may go there right now; if somebody knocks, just send him away, understand?"

"Me?" I said, holding the room key for some reason, "What about you?"

"I have more important things to do, and I will pick you up with Mr. Edmund in half an hour," he said, then walked away without waiting for me to ask any more questions.

I headed to the corridor after looking at the number on the room card.

An lovely rear garden can be seen at the end of the corridor. A row of basic and unusual rooms may be found on the other side of the yard. I continued walking while staring at the number above. Finally, in the end, I discovered room 999.

I double-checked the room card number in my palm. It's right around the corner.

Brush the room card against the induction lock. The door unlocks when the induction lock emits a sharp sound.

The lighting in the room is quite dim. A picture of gorgeous women is displayed on the eye-catching screen. The interior design is equally vintage.

I slowed my stride and stepped inside the room with care. The door behind me immediately shut.

I stepped around behind the screen, but before I could see what was going on, a long arm grabbed me straight. My body slumped hard on a huge carved wooden bed as my head became confused.

I merely wanted to call for aid, but the man's searing kiss had locked my lips shut.

"Hmm..." I pushed hard to break free from his hold, but discovered that the more power I used, the tighter the other's grip became. I couldn't breathe because the power was so strong on me.

What is he up to?

I tried to defend instantly, but he is so strong.

There was a slight odor of alcohol in the air. Was he inebriated?

I had this thinking, but his large palm raised my knee-length skirt and moved up.

"No," I said emphatically. During the tussle, his other large hand ripped the collar of my shirt off. The clothing were ripped all at once, which made me embarrassed and upset.

Then he kisses me all the way down.

He spread my legs and pushed and twisted his tongue inside my v****a.

He directed his large p***s into my hoe when my body was a little soft.

I'm not sure how long the whole thing took. When he turned and laid over to sleep, I felt like my body was being crushed by enormous equipment, which was excruciating.

My tears had dried up on my cheeks. I turned my head and looked at the sleeping man after I was scared. Under the dim light, his face was no longer as frigid as it had been during the day, and the hard facial lines had softened considerably.

I fought to get up, put on the clothing he'd ripped and thrown all over the floor, bore my pain, and stumbled out the door.