The Mistress - 1. Chapter 1: Welcome to Mateo's world.

It is said that behind every homewrecker is a mother who failed to teach her offspring basic table manners, respect and the right amount of decency.

But is that always the case?

It is also said that being the other woman or guy doesn’t make you win. It makes you lose… your self-esteem, your values, your character.

You didn’t gain love but you gained lies, deceit, and stolen affections which didn’t belong to you.

Perhaps, being unhappy is the punishment al mistresses deserve. Perhaps, death… but you can never know what someone is going through until you’re in their shoes…. Or maybe I am only saying this because I am trying to kill the guilt or my conscience.

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“Oh fuck…”

A man’s voice filled out the room followed by groans of pleasure.

The room smelled of sweat

It reeked of sex

It reeked of cum

There were clothes scattered all over the floor with several pieces of tissue. The room was filled with moans of pleasure and what one would have guessed to be rough sex. The bed was a mess with sheets all over the floor.

And here they were, two men on the bed having sex or rather fucking. One had his back arched with his ass high in the air while the other had a firm grip on his waist, plunging faster, deeper and harder, his thrusts growing more frantic.

“Yeah, baby…” he roared, slapping the other man’s ass harder.

The man that was receiving the strokes whimpered in pleasure as his hips began moving involuntarily. They were in the heat of the moment, enjoying the sex. It wasn’t long before the man on top started stroking harder, deeper and relentless. In a few seconds, he was an animal and the next he was emptying his balls in the other man’s ass.

When the other man felt the hot cum hitting his insides, he couldn’t help but come himself. They both cried out in pleasure as the last rope of cum left them. They were exhausted.

“Oh fuck, that was good.” The man on top said as he released his cock, collapsing on the other side of the bed. “Shit… you’re as good as ever.”

He slapped the other man’s ass as he tried to catch his breath.

The other gave a sheepish smile but said nothing. He slowly got up from the bed, wrapped a towel around himself and went to the bathroom. He was a mess… his hair was messy as if he’d just escaped from a predator and he could see dry cum on his face from the time the man had cum on his face.

Mateo was 20 years old, a very gorgeous boy with golden brown skin, a mixed race. His mother was black and his father was Spanish. He could say he had done justice to both his parents since he had inherited features from the both of them.

He had piercing brown eyes like his mother, his father’s height and face and he could say he was a little curvy, maybe he had inherited a bit of that from his mother. He had short curly dark hair like his father and pink lips like that of his father. He was a gem… just like his mother always said. But he wasn’t sure if she’d say the same if she were still alive.

‘You’re gonna be a very successful man, Mateo Perez…’ She always said. ‘…you’re gonna build a peaceful home with your partner and kids. You’re gonna be happy.’

He wasn’t sure if she still felt the same where she was.

Mateo got lost staring at his reflection in the mirror as the reality kicked in, just like every time he had sex with Henry Jackson. He was nothing but a second rate… a mistress, if such a word exists for men. Henry was a married man for fuck’s sake, he thought. He was married to a beautiful woman and they were known as a power couple. Whatever moments he spent with him, whatever they had, they were all stolen moments.

“I am sorry…”

Tears began rolling down Mateo’s face as the realization hit him, eating him from the inside. He didn’t know whom he was apologizing to but he needed to cut down on the guilt. That was the only way he was gonna live with himself.

***

Mateo was seated on the bed, watching as the hunk pulled on his shoes, making sure he looked presentable as he went to her. God, how could someone be so sexy, Mateo thought as he stared at Henry, studying each and every part of him.

Henry was a sex symbol, absolutely yummy. From his beautifully shiny hair that he always had cut on the sides and well combed in the middle, his captivating handsome face, his firm abs, his flat stomach and those sexy legs. He looked like one of those models from TVs but this one was a reality. He was right there in front of him and they had been fucking a few minutes back.

Henry Jackson was 31 years old, super-stinking rich and came from one of the richest families in the city. He was running an empire with an iron fist together with his mother and his wife. Not a week passed without him appearing in a newspaper due an achievement. In fact, he graced the cover of the magazine of ‘richest businessmen under 35.’ Yes, he was that rich.

“Are you gonna stare at me the whole night or you’re gonna say something?” He asked without even glancing at Mateo. “If it’s the money, I told you that you can just name it and it’s yours. You don’t have to hesitate, especially after all that killer sex we just had.”

“It’s not that.” Mateo sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “It’s just that I stay a lot in this house. I am getting bored.”

“Then go shopping.” Henry got up from the bed and moved towards Mateo, getting up from the bed. He slowly turned him, admiring his sexy bubbly butt. He didn’t miss the chance to smack it, licking his lips. “Buy more sexy clothes. You know how I like it when we…” he paused and gripped his waist. “…role play.”

“I have enough of that. Besides, even if I am going out, you never let me go out alone. That guard is always with me and it just frustrates me. I wanna go out and have fun without eyes watching me.”

Henry laughed. “You know that’s never gonna happen. You want to go out with other men?”

“No!” Mateo gasped, shaking his head. “You know I can’t do that to you. I…”

“This conversation is over.” Henry lost the smile on his face. He let go of Mateo and picked up his car keys from the table. “Let me remind you or rather warn, Mateo.” He pointed. “There’s no way I am gonna let you go out there without a guard. It’s not only for your safety but I will not let you cheat on me. Do you understand?”

“But…”

“Don’t forget where I got you from.” Henry snapped. “You were nothing when I found you, nothing!” He yelled, making Mateo take a few steps back. “I polished you up, I introduced you to my world and I spent on you more than anyone would have spent on you. That’s something you can never repay so I own you. You’re mine. I’ll never let those stupid boys play with you.”

Mateo’s heart was racing. “I know. Not a day goes by that you’ve not reminded me of that. And I am thankful.”

“Good. Then stop acting like an ungrateful bitch and play your role.” He sounded rude but he didn’t care. “Don’t forget so soon what happen the last time you tried to cheat?”

Mateo sighed, dropping his eyes to the floor. “I told you that Aron….”

“Don’t fucking mention his name.” He warned.

“We were just friends. You just misinterpreted the whole thing.” He sighed, shaking his head. “I… I….”

“Let me get this clearly in your head, dear, Mateo.” He got closer, gripped Mateo’s jaw and brought him closer. “I own you. I bought you and I don’t expect you to be ungrateful.” He kissed him on the lips. “I have to go. I’ll tell you the next time I’ll come here.”

With those words, he quickly left Mateo alone. Mateo remained standing there, trying to process the whole thing. He sat on the bed slowly and hugged a pillow.

Mateo had never pictured his life to be like that… being a side chic… a mistress (paramour). It had never been a part of his plans for the future. But he was so far gone that he didn’t know if there was ever any return. After all, it had been three years already since he started seeing the married man.

He was a fucking home wrecker and he knew his parents would have been disappointed… maybe even disown him. Sometimes he was glad that they were gone just so that they wouldn’t see his shameful act, what he had become.

His best friend Rachael told him never to call himself a home wrecker but that was what he was. Sadness slowly crept in his life as he went down memory lane to where it had all begun.

***

3 years ago

*

“Please doctor…” Mateo begged, putting his hands together. “…you need to do something. My mother is dying.”

“Mr. Perez, I am doing all that I can to help you but…” He paused and sighed. “…my hands are tied currently. We need to fly in a specialist to come and work on your mother. That’s gonna cost money and the drugs that she’s been given currently also cost money.”

“I know but what can I do?”

“You need to find money for the operation. That’s the only way we’re gonna save her.”

“She’s all I have got. Please.” He sobbed as he started going through his pockets. The only thing he could find was 17 dollars. “This is all I have got.”

The doctor took his breath, patting his shoulder. Mateo could tell the man was also in agony.

“We need about 100 000 dollars to do an operation, Mr. Perez.” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I am sorry. If you can find even half of that, I can see a way I can help you. But my hands are tied. You just have to find that money.”

With those words, he left.

Mateo remained standing there like a statue as he tried to process what the doctor had just told him. 100 000 dollars? How was he supposed to raise that money. Forget about raising that money, even if he sold everything, they owned including himself, there was no way he was gonna raise that money.

***

“Look who we have here…” Vanessa chirped while crossing her legs, looking like a boss. “…if it isn’t my prodigal nephew, down on his knees begging for money.”

“Please.” Mateo was in tears. “You’re my only hope. She’s dying and if I won’t pay the money, she’s gonna die. She’s all I’ve got. My father….”

“I don’t need to hear your life story.” Vanessa dismissed.

Vanessa was a beautiful woman with golden brown hair that she had curled and then let loose. She had deep green eyes and a perfectly tanned skin. She had a body to die for, a curved shape and a seductive look. No wonder she did what she did, run a brothel. She was very successful at it too. It was the reason why she had gotten into an argument with her brother, Mateo’s father.

“Your parents have always looked down on me and what I do. They’ve always called my money dirty.”

She rose and rested her hands on her wide hips, staring down at him.

“So why should I use my money to help you?” She said with a raised eyebrow. “After all, it’s dirty money, made out of prostitution.”

“Please.” He was on his knees. “I don’t mind and I am sure she won’t mind either.”

Vanessa chuckled and started getting close to him. She started going around him, passing her hands through his hair.

“You’re a very handsome boy, Mateo. I have always liked you although you haven’t been close to me.” She helped him up and didn’t lose that evil grin on her face. “Your parents never even allowed you visit or call. So, what should I call this, a blessing or maybe you’re just here because you’re desperate.”

“I’ll forever be indebted to you. I wouldn’t have travelled so far if I didn’t need your help. I’ll do whatever you want.”

Mary laughed as her finger passed to his pink lips, rubbing on them. “That’s my sweet, sweet boy. I have always known you to be smarter than both of them. I’ll help you.”

“Oh… thank you so much…” Mateo smiled, feeling excited. It was like life had come to him. “Thank you…”

“You haven’t heard my condition yet, Mateo.” She chirped in. “Nothing comes for free. You’re gonna have to work for that money. I have got clients that can pay that amount within a few days. And your mother will be out there living her life like nothing happened.”

“I’ll do anything.” He laughed excitedly, rubbing his tears. “Anything at all.”

“Good!” She folded her arms on her chest. “You’re gonna have to start tonight. Are you still a virgin or someone has popped the cherry?”

And that was when she dropped the bomb. She told him he was gonna have to sleep with men, big clients for money. Mateo had never felt as scared as he did at that time. His heart hammered in his chest, threatening to rip out. Blood rushed through his veins so much, he could literally feel it passing in his ears. The world became cold and he didn’t know how to react.

“What? No!” He gasped. “Never. Why would you expect me to do such a thing? I am not gay and even if I was, I would never engage in such an act for money. My mother taught me better than that.”

“Then there’s no way I can help you.” She shrugged. “You came to me to ask for help but nothing comes for free.”

“I… I can’t.” He stuttered, quickly turning. He was shaking. “My mother would never forgive me. I am sorry.”

He picked up his bag and started rushing.

“Go but just remember that if she dies, her blood is gonna be on your hands.”

How he wished he hadn’t stopped going that day. He wished he had closed his ears and left but for what she said, he had stopped and gone back. Soon, he found himself seated in a luxury hotel waiting for his first client, his first man.

He was so scared that he could hear his heart beating in the room. He didn’t know who the client was and neither did his aunt as he had wanted to remain anonymous. When he heard the door opening, he felt shivers running up and down his spine. He was about to do something he had never wished he’d do ever in his life, have sex for money like a whore.

Once he heard the man approaching, he slowly stood and started stripping without even turning to face the man. In no time, he was completely naked with tears flooding his face. He was visibly shaking. He felt the man’s hands on his shoulder and he cried even more.

“Do it fast, please.” He said in between sobs.

“Why are you crying?” The man behind him asked. “Shouldn’t you be used to this? It’s not like I am gonna hurt you. It’s just a business. I paid you money and you offer a service.”

Mateo slowly turned to face the man and when he saw his face for the first time, he looked really handsome. He had the most handsome face he’d ever seen, well shaven beards and he smelt expensive. He looked expensive. But he didn’t care about all that. He just wanted it easier and done with.

“Please do it fast. I… I want to get it done fast so that I can move to my next client.” He said in between sobs.

“I thought this was supposed to be until I am fully satisfied.” The man said.

“Then do it until you’re fully satisfied.” He said, rubbing his tears. “I am ready to service you in any way you want.”

His shaky hands moved to the man’s shirt and started unbuttoning it. But the man held his hand and stopped him.

“You seem nervous and scared. Do I look that scary?”

He shook his head.

“Then what should I do to make you comfortable? I want you in the best state, wild and dangerous.”

“Can you solve my problems?” He said, his voice barely above a whisper. “100 000 and I… I will do anything you want. You can do anything you want with me.”

The man laughed. “That’s a lot of money for sex, don’t you think? And to think I have already paid the full amount to fuck you tonight, the whole night if I want. So why should I pay that amount? What makes you special?”

Mateo took a deep breath and tried to gather his confidence. “I am... I am a virgin, never been touched before. You’re gonna be my first man. I… I have never slept with anybody before.”

“Ha ha…” The man laughed, staring at him like he’d grown another head. “Do you think I am a kid?”

“I am telling the truth… I have no choice. I am desperate. What can you do if your loved one was dying and you had no choice but to sell your soul to save her? Wouldn’t you do anything?”

The man was quiet. He kept on staring at Mateo.

“My love is limitless…. My heart cannot let go of my loved one…” He was breaking down. “...I cannot watch them die if I have means to.”

The man shook his head. “What’s your name?”

“Mateo.”

“Mateo…” He said with a smile. “… I am super rich. All it requires is for me to snap my finger and every problem is solved, except one.” He got closer and rested his hand on Mateo’s shoulder. “I can see the desperation from your eyes but if what you say is the truth, I’ll cut you a deal. If you’re truly a virgin, then I’ll solve your problems but you’re gonna have to solve mine as well.”

“W-what?” He gasped, his eyes widening. “What do I do?”

“I’ll explain later. For now, we’ve got some business to do.”

He laid him on the bed and fucked him. He had difficulties penetrating him but after few minutes of struggling, he was finally in. It was the most painful thing that Mateo had ever experienced. He bled although the man was being gentle. He felt like he was being ripped apart. His ass was on fire throughout. He cried, and not just because of the pain but the thought that his mother was gonna kill him after she found out what he did to get the money.

But when they were done, true to his word, the man gave him a check of 100 000 but he also signed something, a contract that he shouldn’t have. Unfortunately, his mother died before he even reached the hospital. It was sad and painful.

But that day, his life changed as he got drawn into the world of the handsome hunk, Henry Jackson, a billionaire heir. He moved to a different city where he became a paramour to the married man that kept him a secret. He had always lived with the guilt and the pain since that day. He thought that his mother died because of the act he did to raise the money.

***

Present day

*

Mateo suddenly rose, realizing that he had fallen asleep while remembering the past. He quickly rubbed his tears and took a deep breath, combing his hair with his fingers. Three years of being a paramour. It had been that long but still felt like yesterday.

He sometimes felt so much guilt inside. Sex with Henry was always so amazing, sometimes rough but he always enjoyed it and felt guilty afterwards. But he was his dirty secret, something no one was supposed to find out.

“God!” He sighed as he moved to the window and began staring outside.

What did life have in store him?

***