The Greek Billionaire's Mistress

Chapter Nineteen

CARA

I sighed as I turned restlessly in my bed. It was almost six in the morning, and I had gotten little to almost no sleep the previous night. Resentment filled me as I sat up on the bed, propping up pillows so I could rest my back on them.

Adrian had shocked me the previous night when after our toe curling kisses outside, he had simply walked me to my door, and had left for his room without saying a word to me. To say it disturbed me was an understatement. I had been so willing to go into his bed that night that I knew I would have begged for it, if it came to that.

Shaking my head, I switched on the bedside lamp and picked up my laptop, turning it on. The essay I had been writing had never left my mind, but as simple as it seemed to be, it was just as difficult as writing a freaking novel.

So many things involved…

My phone vibrated in the bedside table next to me, drawing my attention to the device. From where I sat, I could see my sister's name displayed boldly on the sceeen with little emojis next to it.

“Elena…hey…” I said into the phone as soon as I picked it up, frowning as worry clouded me. Why was she calling so early in the morning? “Did something happen?” I asked, once Elena hesitated to answer me.

There was a little noise in the background before Elena finally spoke. “Jeremy came by this morning, Cara.” She said, with a voice that dropped unhappiness.

My eyebrows drew into an angry frown, and I had to force my emotions in check so I could ask the next question that came to my mind. “And what did he want?” I asked, completely riled up at the fact that my sisters ex boyfriend had had the nerve to show his face in my house. What the hell was his problem anyway? The fact that he had verbally abused my sister wasn’t enough for him or what?

“He had started with something about wanting me back, and once he saw that it wasn’t going anywhere, he had started to demand for money. Turns out he now lives in my apartment.” The second half of that statement angered me, making me forget all my thoughts about Adrian and focus on my sister instead.

“What in the_” I cursed out loud, unable to keep my anger in check. “The nerve of that guy!” I shouted in an angry whisper. “Elena, you have the connection. Throw him the f**k out of your apartment and life!”

I had disliked the fact that my sister seemed to have a soft spot for Jeremy. A soft spot he used to his advantage at any chance he got. Like now.

“I know, and I did, but he has his keys, and since I’m not there…” she sighed. “Cara, believe it or not, I really want this guy out of my life. I just don’t know the right way to approach the matter. Once we get a chance to talk, it turns into a heated argument and goes haywire from there. I’m just freaking tired.” I could hear every single emotion in my sister's voice and wished I was there with her to hug her and tell her everything was going to be alright,

“Hey…take it easy.” I tried, then sat up as an idea formed in my head. “Listen, why don’t we meet up in a coffe shop nearby. I can look one up and send you the address.” I said, hoping my sister would agree. She really sounded like she had been crying, and the conversation we were having wasn’t one we should be doing on the phone.

“Sure. I’ll be waiting.” Elena said after a while and hung up.

Setting the phone aside, I looked out the window to see that the day was already bright and wondered if Adrian was awake.

Had he gotten any sleep or had he stayed mostly awake like I did?

I hoped it was the latter as I left the bed and went to get a robe that was hanging in the wardrobe. It was brand new, and I smiled at Adrian’s thoughtfulness, although I would have been happy to wear the clothes I had worn the few days I had stayed. But they seemed to be gone. Flora must have taken them away.

The house was pretty quiet when I walked out of the room, heading straight for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both me and Adrian. It was the least I could do.

ADRIAN

I woke up with a start, still feeling as sleepy as ever.

I had stayed awake all night, using my sleeplessness as an excuse to do some work. And I did do a lot of work. Since the Mila case was solved, we had been getting little jobs here and there and I hadn’t gotten a chance to go over the numbers and used the previous night to put some of that in order.

Now as I got up from the bed, I couldn’t help but allow my thoughts wander to the actual cause of my insomnia.

Cara.

What I had been thinking last night when I had walked her to the door and walked away, leaving us both, hanging, was beyond me. I had not only surprised myself, but had shocked myself to the very core, given that my engorged c**k had been aching to have her right there, on the path to the lake. But I had stopped myself at the last minute. And now as my d**k started to fill again, regret filled me.

I had seen it in her eyes. In the way she looked at me. Her posture. Her whole body language.

Cara wanted me. Just like I wanted her. But I had stopped myself. We had a trip to go on, and I knew the opportunity would rise again.

Smiling, I picked up a shirt from the closet and pulled it on, praying for my c**k to go down before I left the room. Flora was coming in soon, and the last thing I wanted was to fling my goodies around her. And not only that. No matter how much I wanted her, I definitely didn’t want Cara seeing me with a hard on, like someone who couldn’t control his desires.

Well lately, I had been finding it difficult to do so.

I stayed shirtless as I pulled open the door of my bedroom and stepped outside, closing the door and walking downstairs with bare feet that barely made any noise.

Two steps out of my bedroom, I was greeted with the aroma of cooked bacon. I frowned, enjoying the aroma as I made my way to the kitchen, but still wondering who was cooking because Flora wasn’t going to come in for the next forty minutes to one hour. Or maybe it was a ghost…

What I didn’t expect when I entered the kitchen was to see a funny looking figure, clad in thick robe, dancing her way around and humming as she cooked.

“My my…what do we have here?” I asked, enjoying the way she jumped and whirled around so quickly, I thought she was going to break something.

“Adrian!” Damn. Even the way she pronounced my name…

Double…double damn!