Free His Hired Mistress: A BWWM Billionaire Romance by Lena Skye

She’d just finished running two miles on her treadmill. She felt like she’d run ten. There was a point in time where she could run five and not feel the way that she currently did. The disappointment that she was wallowing in dissipated when she was tired. She blended a green smoothie and drank it heroically. People complained about green smoothies but they weren’t so bad. She didn’t have to mask the taste with a bunch of sweet fruit either. Adding all of that crap to smoothies only loaded them with sugar. She was about to go over some work until she passed out in her bed for evening. So sleeping after eating or drinking crap wasn’t an option for her.
    Her phone buzzed on the counter, causing her to groan. Who in the hell was it now? Could a woman workout and work in peace? She picked up the phone and saw it was Nathan. She took a deep breath to prevent herself from overreacting and over-thinking.
    “Hello, Mr. Sparks,” she said as casually as she possibly could.
    “Good evening. I’m sorry to call you so late, but I wanted to talk about what happened between us the other night if you don’t mind.”
    Her heartbeat raced. “Why? I figured that you would have wanted to talk earlier about it. Why do you want to talk about it now? I saw you this morning and you didn’t say a thing.”
    “Well, earlier was all about business and this is my private life. I want to try to keep my private life separate from my public life.”
    Jamie laughed lightly, “So you’re doing this whole media campaign and you want to keep the two parts of your life separate? Good luck with that.”
    For five long seconds neither of them said anything. Jamie wasn’t sure if she upset him or not. Either way, she didn’t care; he needed to know what he was getting himself into.
    “Can I come see you?” he asked.
    It wasn’t in the same tone that he normally “asked” everything in. He wasn’t masking a command as a question this time. He almost seemed humble, but it didn’t matter.
    “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. It’s a Friday night and it’s inappropriate. What we did can never happen again,” she told him.
    “Do you regret what happened between us?” he asked.
    She chose her words carefully, “I don’t regret what happened between us and that’s because I can’t take it back. However, it all ceases to matter. It cannot and will not happen again.”
    “So that’s what you truly want?” he questioned.
    “Yes, that’s what I really want,” she lied. “We had our fun and now it’s time for us to move on.”
    “See, I would like to think that I know you pretty well already. I don’t believe you now, just like I didn’t believe you a couple of nights ago.”
    “Look, I know that you’re used to everyone falling at your feet, but I’m not one of those women. We screwed and it’s done. Now move on. I’ll see you at our next meeting.” Her breathing became labored. Yes, he was right, but who in the hell did he think he was? She was a grown-ass woman that made her own decisions and she wasn’t ruled by what was between her legs.
    “You don’t have to wait until later, you can see me tonight if you want. Look outside of your window.”
    “Oh God,” she whispered before she walked over to her window. She spotted him, leaning on a luxury town car that wouldn’t get a lot of attention. He waved up to her.”
    “Are you insane? Go away or get your ass in here right now before someone sees you. What is wrong with you?” she hissed.
    “I think that I’ll take option number two. Let me in please.”
    Jamie hung up the phone when she saw him heading towards her door. It was about to be a long night.
    An hour later they were on her couch, enjoying wine and great conversation. It felt so good to enjoy the company of a man that was intellectually her equal. He was the kind of man that most women wanted but few could handle.
    Eventually, she just had to say something, “Did you come here just for sex?