His Feisty Mistress

Megan P.O.V. Beep.. Beep.. Beep.. The piercing sound of the alarm clock jolted me awake, and I groaned as I reached over to turn it off. It was only five in the morning, and I was already dreading the long day ahead. Today marked the beginning of my employment at a different fire station, and I knew that I would need to acclimate to waking up at this ungodly hour. I had previously worked at a fire station where I was the only female among a group of males. While I had excelled in all of the training exercises and examinations, my colleagues often tried to talk me out of doing anything. They didn't respect what I did, and my former chief had made it clear that he believed breasts and fire didn't mix. But I wasn't going to let anyone's disrespect hold me back. I had dedicated my life to this profession and to the people I served. I had been participating in the candidate program for the past two years, but I had yet to be chosen for the team. This year, I decided to put in an application for a transfer to House 5112, a smaller firehouse where I hoped to have a better chance of being recognized for my skills. After a two-month struggle, my application was finally accepted, and today was the beginning of my participation in the candidate program for the new year. I was nervous, but also excited for this new opportunity to prove myself and show that I was just as capable as any of my male colleagues. As I got ready for work, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in myself. I had worked hard to get to this point, and I wasn't going to let anyone hold me back. I knew that the road ahead would be challenging, but I was ready to face it head-on. Today was the start of a new chapter in my career, and I was determined to make it a success. I didn't budge from my warm and cozy spot in bed, but I did let out a deep yawn and buried my face into the pillow. My bleary eyes were drawn to the thin shaft of sunlight that was peeking through the curtains, signaling that it was morning. I rolled over to the other side of the bed, feeling the cold emptiness beside me. Panic began to set in. Where was he? Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps ascending the staircase, along with the clinking of glass against each other on the first step. It was Renaldo, my fiancé. As he drew closer to the bedroom, I could hear the excitement in his voice. "Megan, it's time to get out of bed. Breakfast is getting cold." I could already smell the food, and my stomach grumbled in response. Renaldo's voice echoed down the hallway, and I knew he was eager for me to join him. When he entered the room, the first thing I noticed was the food tray he was carrying. A plate of steaming food and a glass of cold orange juice sat on the tray, droplets of water running down the side of the glass and onto the tray. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of it. Renaldo always knew how to make me feel special, and this morning was no exception. As I sat up in bed, he placed the tray in front of me and sat down beside me, his hand resting on my back. The food was delicious, and I savored every bite, enjoying the warmth and comfort it brought me. Renaldo watched me with a look of contentment on his face, and I knew that he was happy to see me enjoying his efforts. As we finished our breakfast, Renaldo leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you," he said softly. "I just wanted to make sure you started your day off right." I felt a surge of warmth in my chest at his words, and I knew that I was lucky to have him in my life. As I got out of bed and began to get ready for the day, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. With Renaldo by my side, I knew that anything was possible. As I sat up in bed, my back against the headboard, Renaldo approached me with a food tray in his hands. He placed it on my lap and whispered in my ear, "A big breakfast for a big day." I felt a gentle kiss on my temple, and a warm sensation spread throughout my body. However, my peaceful moment was interrupted by Renaldo's sudden change in demeanor. He looked pained, and I could sense that something was bothering him. "I did things last night that I'm not proud of, so I deserve that, Megan. I'm so sorry!" he said, moving closer to where I was laying. My mind was immediately flooded with memories of the argument we had the night before. It was a small disagreement at first, but it quickly escalated into a full-blown fight. I had said things that I didn't mean, and I knew that Renaldo was hurt by them. *Flashback* Exhausted from a night out clubbing with Caroline, I stumbled through the door and into the apartment. All I could think about was resting up before my first shift at a new fire station tomorrow. As I fumbled with the lock, I noticed a shadow lurking in the darkness. With a quick flick of the switch, I realized that Renaldo was sitting in the chair, sipping on his whiskey. Our eyes met, and he continued to gaze at me intently. "Hey, babe! Sorry for keeping you waiting. If I knew you were waitingup for me, I would've left with Caroline earlier," I said with a hint of regret. I offered him a warm smile as I head straight to the kitchen counter to drop my handbag and keys. Renaldo rose from his chair and approached me, standing close behind me and pressing against my back. The stench of whiskey on his breath was overpowering. Damn it! While I was out celebrating my new job with Caroline, he must have been busy chatting up the whiskey bottle. "Why can I smell another man all over you?" He demanded, his tone accusatory. I inwardly groaned and rolled my eyes, thinking, not this again! "Babe, Caroline and I just went out for a few drinks, danced together, and had a good time. There was nobody with us!" I turned to head to my room, intending to change into my pajamas and hit the hay. But as I turned on my heel to head down the corridor Renaldo grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him and closing the gap between us. "I'll only ask you this one more time. Who were you out slutting around with?" His frustration was evident in his tone, and he raised his voice to emphasize his point. "Renaldo, I've already told you the truth. What more do you want from me? Please, let go of me! You're hurting me!" I shouted, trying to free my arm from his grasp. The pressure he was applying made my hand go numb. In a fit of rage, Renaldo removed his hand from my arm and slapped me hard across the cheek. Exhausted and defeated, I crumpled to the ground. "You filthy slut!" I heard him mutter as he stormed off down the hallway. As I lay on the ground, stunned and hurt, with tears rolling down my face. Renaldo's words and actions had left me feeling shattered, but I knew I had to pick myself up and stand strong. I dragged myself to the nearest piece of furniture, gripping it tightly as I pulled myself up to my feet. I could still feel the sting of the slap on my cheek as I moved my hand up to check for any visible damage. As I stood there, my thoughts raced as I wondered how things had come to this. I had always been the kind of person who avoided confrontations, but Renaldo's drunk behavior had become a regular occurrence lately. He seemed to be turning into a different person, someone I never knew existed within him. Still, I refused to let him make me feel weak or inferior. I straightened my back and made my way to the bedroom. *Flashback Ends* Renaldo's apology brought me back to the present, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. I knew that he was truly sorry for what had happened, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for my own behavior. "It's okay, Renaldo," I said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. "I forgive you. We all make mistakes." He leaned into my touch, and I could feel the tension in his body begin to dissipate. We sat there in silence for a few moments, enjoying each other's company and the warmth of the morning sun. As I began to eat my breakfast, I couldn't help but feel grateful for Renaldo and our relationship. We had our ups and downs, but at the end of the day, we always found a way to come back to each other. And that was all that mattered.