AM I REALLY THE MISTRESS?

4:00 AM. From the darkened room only the source of moonlight lit the room, now set on the West horizon, Mort stays awake. The maiden in his arms slept soundly and deeply, now hugging him tightly. His eyes dawned on her perfectly sculpted face. He's been staring at her for hours. Every exquisite detail of her visage was now carved on his mind. He let his arm be her pillow. She snuggles. Lips slightly parted, her face still pressed against his wide chest and there Sumire cutely snoring.

Thirty minutes have passed, and Mort decided to get up. Gently and slowly, he removed her arms enwrapped him. She slightly moaned so Mort gave her a pillow to embrace. After he manages to escape the maiden's tight embrace, Mort steals one last glance before closing the bedroom door. Wearing a black boxer with no upper garment, revealing his raw masculine chest, he went to the kitchen counter and started to get busy.

Mort prepares a traditional breakfast for the maiden. A delicious art of buttermilk pancakes with raspberry jam and cream topping, sharlotka, a plate of syrniki, the famous cream cheese vatrushka buns, and a hot chocolate. After he had prepared all the sweet dishes, Mort put them in a golden carving trolley and brought it to his bedroom where the maiden sleeping. He wrote a note and laid it down next to the covered food.

"Hmmnn," she moaned. Jaws moved, Mort, covered her exposed thighs with a blanket when he suddenly felt arose.

The hunk man quickly took a shower, bulk naked under the dripping water. After he get dressed, Mort left the pad at 5:50 in the morning. He hit the road and headed straight to CION. The red light brothel was still lively and a few high-profiled billionaires strolled around the place with beautiful courtesans clinging like bloodsucking leeches to their arms.

Boarded on an exclusive black elevator, Mort went down to Underground Zero. He traversed the empty, cold, and dim red hallway. When he arrived, the cold-blooded man opened the room. Vladimir's personal assistant covered in blood and sleeping, chained to the wooden star opened up to him. From the dim corner, Mort stepped into the chair opposite the traitor's PA and sit, waiting for the man to wake up.

After a short second, the chained, bloody man who was in deep slumber instinctively felt the danger around him. His eyes slowly opened and a streak of pain and hunger came to him but fear prevailed over him. But what makes him terrified was Mort's pair of emerald green eyes glowing evilly and his darkened face greeted him.

"Just end my misery. Please." The captured man begged for his death and his tears started dripping down on his bruised cheeks.

"I won't." Mort gave him an emotionless stare. The man's lips trembled and could not meet the Boss's eyes.

"What do you need from me?" The man sobbed uncontrollably while his head fell bowed in front of Mort.

"You will lead us to your Boss," Mort said in a deep and cold voice that made the PA look up again. He was bathing in his own sweat even though the execution room was frozen cold.

"I already told you. I don't know his whereabouts." Vladimir's assistant retorted but Mort looks at him nonchalantly. The man gulped when fear overwhelmed him.

"I know," Mort said and he got up from his seat and stepped closer to the chained captive. The blood painted on the assistant's skin and clothes were completely dried.

Vladimir's assistant shrank back in fright and terror as Death approached his place. He just closed his eyes and waited for his end. His whole body and knees trembled with fear. But to his surprise, the sound of clicking and clinking of fallen chains from his hands and feet he heard on the floor. Mort freed him and the man dropped to the floor when he lost his balance. He's been standing for countless hours without food and water. He's completely out of energy and strength.

"You are free to go," Mort added that the man's impaired eyes widened in astonishment. Vladimir's PA wasted no seconds. Struggled, he move faster and quickly stand up. He managed to get out of the execution room in a hurry.

When the man came out, he walked down the dim left hallway and Mort followed him out and looked at the man's receding shadow. When the PA's presence was no longer in the place, Mort take the right hallway and sauntered out. From there, he dialed Klauss' number. The secretary quickly answered his call.

Groaned, the sleepy secretary came to him. Klauss was in his elegant room covered in white walls and bottles of disinfectant. He was awakened when the phone suddenly vibrated.

"What a perfect way to ruin my morning," Klauss opened as he was awakened by the ringing phone on the right side of the table near the lampshade. He was T-shirtless and pressed his yawn. But, Mort could still hear on the other line.

"I freed him." Without beating the bush, Mort said, walking and wearing a darkened face while looking ahead.

"Wai- who?" The secretary asked and narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"Vladimir's personal assistant." Emotionless, Mort replied making Klauss seated properly on his bed and making a mess of his silver hair. He frowned.

"What the--- where??" Klauss asked in an exaggerated tone.

"It's your job." Stone-faced, his Boss responded in a cold tone. Klauss can't do anything but rubbed off his temple and lay down on the bed again when Mort rudely ended up the call.

Mort's strides were big and after a second he arrived at the basement and there he boarded his phantom car and leave the place. He went to the MDA building early in the morning.

............

The maiden woke up at exactly eight. She closed her eyes when a familiar scent lingers in her nostrils left from the pillow. Sumire buried her face in Mort's fluffy pillow with a big smile painted on her lips. She stays in that position for a few minutes before she stretches her body and decided to get up from bed.

"I had the best sleep for the first time in forever ..." the maiden mumbled beneath the white cotton. A foreign smell came to her senses made her eyes dart to the nearby food cart.

Curious, Sumire crawled from the bed and was thrilled at the inside of the golden trolley. She opened it and was surprised to see the delicious arts of food served on glassed plates. It was still warm and she could smell the sweet aroma it exuded causing her tummy to cutely rumble. Sumire quickly grabbed her belly. Pair of midnight eyes twinkled like diamonds and she swipe off the saliva on the edge of her lips when her mouth started watery at the sight of the food. "Perfect, I'm famished."

She notices a note on the side of the food and reads it. 'It is not poison.' The maiden flashed a smile at what she read and looked at the food again.

"Even if it's poison I'd still eat it."

Sumire licked the side of her lips when a peck of saliva dripped out of her mouth again. She started grabbing the food and enjoying her morning breakfast, a long drink of hot chocolate at last satiated her thirst.

"Hmnn, yummy. This tastes good," the maiden mumbled as she ate, cheeks puffs with foods like a squirrel. As she was enjoying her food, her eyes caught high-end fashion clothes in the near glassed wardrobe.

Sumire hurriedly done her food and went immediately to the luxurious wardrobe and peruse the massive collection of women's clothes. It was all made by famous fashion designers and at the first glance, Sumire knew those clothes were her size.

"How did he know my body size?"

She asked herself, brows slightly frowned. Sumire decided to take one of them after having her bath. She grabs a towel before entering the deluxe master bathroom with a marvelous marble design and complete bathroom vanities. The sexy pad oozes masculinity and was an absolute oasis. She strode to the nearest jacuzzi. Her fingers touch the water and feel the temperature. It was warm. Sumire immediately took off the clothes soak her nakedness in the bubbled water and start humming while gently massaging and rubbing her skin.

While Sumire was taking a bath, the caretaker of the pad suddenly knocked from the outside. The maiden who was having her bathroom moment suddenly stopped.

"Madame, your husband called. He's looking for you." The old lady opens up from outside carrying the wireless telephone.

"Tell him, if he wants to talk to me, he should come home first." The maiden shouted and leaned against the jacuzzi and closed her eyes.

"Did you hear that, Sir?" The caretaker told her boss. Mort's sharp inhale could be heard from the line.

"Very well," the young man replied.

"What do you want me to say to your wife?" Respectfully, the old lady in a serene tone. It was the first time he brings a woman into his home. 'wife ...' Mort sexily smirked at the thought. The old caretaker waits for what the young man will say patiently.

"Where exactly is she?" Mort asked still slightly frowning while driving in the middle of the road headed to the MDA building.

"Madame was in the bathroom, Sire." The caretaker answered and he even heard Sumire's soft hum from the inside. It seems the maiden was enjoying the jacuzzi.

"Tell her to clean everything," Mort said and turned off the call. The old caretaker immediately obeyed his boss's order and told the maiden, which Sumire screams echoing in embarrassment.

"Urgh! I hate him!"

............

Sumire had a good start of the morning. She was smiling from ear to ear and greeted the production staff in her way. She had the best sleep, delicious and satisfying foods, a warm bath, and silly indirect messages with Mort and she was called Mort's wife complete her day. The maiden was in a good mood when she arrived at the taping place. She was on a cloud nine.

Her professional makeup artists notice her blooming aura and she even hums her favorite song while they coiffeur her hair beautifully and have her makeup done.

The female lead is in the middle of dressing up when suddenly Trevor barges inside and he quickly notices his co-actor's radiant aura spreading inside the room.

"It's not obvious something good happened last night," Trevor began as he step inside. Sumire opened her eyes and smiled at him. "How was the fireworks last night?" He added.

Sumire's face immediately turned red when she remembered what happened last night. Sure the fireworks festival was magnificent but the steamy scene she had with Mort under those dazzling fireworks flashed in her mind. How she exploded in his hands and he licks it erotically. 'It was wonderful...' she smiles and bit her lower lip in thrills. Trevor noticed the sudden redness all over her face and ears, he raised an eyebrow at her.

Sumire, on the other hand, motioned her makeup artists to leave the room first so they could have privacy. When they finally left, without hesitation the young man asked her curiously.

"What's the tea?" Trevor asked after getting the folded chair placed next to her and sitting.

"Nothing much. I had the best fireworks last night." Sumire replied as she lightly pouted and whistled, eyes darted in the other direction.

"That must be beautiful," Trevor said as he looked at the maiden's reflection in the mirror.

"Yes. It was the first time I feel something splendid and magical inside that gave me warmth ---" the maiden didn't finish her words and seemed to be statuesque when she realized what she just said. Eyes widened looking at the young man and lips formed into an O-shaped, Sumire covered her mouth in embarrassment. Chuckled, Trevor was just shaken his head and he understood what she meant to say.

"I get it. The firework festival is sure meaningful if you watch it together with the love of your life." Trevor said as Sumire turned to face the young man, half-chuckled.

"Don't be silly. We're not officially together." The maiden said and looked back at herself in the mirror. Her lips pouted.

"But he is the love of your life." Straightforward, Trevor said and look directly into her eyes. He knew from the start when he saw Mort visit the set, that orbs of green eyes darted to her only. Trevor could see in the maiden’s eyes the love and affection she have for the man.

"Yes, but not yet his lover," Sumire responded and lightly lowered her head, sounding hopeless and defeated. She never knew what is she to him. If Mort does have a feeling for her or not. Sumire clutches her chest. 'Is this what they called one-sided love?'

"Don't worry because as a man, I can tell that he also has feelings for you," Trevor said sincerely and patted the maiden's shoulder making Sumire turn around.

"Really? You're not him." The maiden replied that Trevor just flashed a smirk. He releases an audible sigh first before preceding.

"We're both men. We may be different in many aspects but the way he looks at you, there is something in it." Trevor honestly said as Sumire stared at him for a few seconds.

"Not until he says what he truly feels for me then I'll believe in him."

Sumire seriously responded making him withdraw his hands and sit properly.

"I just said what I saw," Trevor said and flash a genuine smile. Sumire was about to answer him when the series of knocks on the door disturbed them. The two of them stopped talking when someone introduced himself.

"This is Shun, Trevor's Manager."

"Come in," the maiden said and the door of her dressing room burst open. The anxious and restless manager opened up to them. He is still hesitant to say what he is up to making Sumire and Trevor frown.

"What is it?" Trevor asked and raised an eyebrow at the manager's sudden intrusion. He didn't even call him first.

"Your sister is here," the manager stammered making Trevor's eyes widen in surprise and paled from his seat. He rose and then turned to Sumire.

"Don't come out of this room." The young man said in a meaningful tone and he tapped on her shoulder before he and Shun exited the room. Sumire was left in the dressing room full of astonishment.

"With his pale face and cold hands, Trevor seems scared of his sister." the maiden whispered to herself while adjusting the angle of her face in the mirror and smiling.

The taping ended early with no trace of Trevor's presence in the place. According to the Head Director, there was an emergency at his home which Sumire rejoice as she had plenty of time to go to the MDA firm. Eiryss wanted to come along with her but the maiden drove her car before the manager could get inside. Sumire made her way to the building.

"I wonder what will be his reaction when I show up to him." Giggled, Sumire's smile reaches to her eyes while imagining Mort.

When she arrived at the MDA, Sumire parked her car in the basement parking lot. After she turns off the engine she got out of the car, and a cold reality opened up to her. Clutches her heart, Sumire dramatically dropped the bag she was carrying when she saw Mort with a very beautiful teenager who looked exactly like him and a model-like woman who was as tall as Mort and had a foxy hair cut sauntering the place like an ideal family.

A cloud of tears started to form in her eyes and bitterly ask herself. "Am I really the mistress?"