She woke up like her usual alarm clock but she still doesn't have the energy to get up. Her whole energy was suddenly drained. But she had to use the bathroom so she went to the bathroom and washed. She stared herself in the mirror, got light bites on her chest and her neck and she had changed a lot, physically. She took her robe and covered it to her body and went back to bed.

She stopped for a while seeing him still sleeping. Naked. He has thick brows and lashes, a slender pointed nose, kissable lips, and stubble of hair on his jawline and chin. He got a full eight packs abdominal, nice broad chest, and then down was a perfect v line. She bit her lower lip seeing his big hard-on. She was about to turn back and forget about it but he spoke.

"Come here." He uttered.

"I-I'll make some breakfast." She said as an excuse. He rolled facing her.

"I said come here." He demanded.

"No." She said it. She wasn't a submissive at all. He smirked and then laughed.

"The same old Keira." He mumbled. She thought that she heard it wrong so her brow creased. "Come here, my dear. I had missed you." His voice softens. But who would have thought that he'll change into something like that? "I'll make up those days that I'm away from you." Easy to say just to romance her. Her heart is at risk.

What else would she do, but stay as his kept woman?

She hesitated but it seemed that her body had its mind. She crawled to him and accepted his warm embrace. His lips didn't land on her lips but her forehead and then down to her lips. She responded in unison with him until she was under him, opened her robe, and worshiped her delicate body.

She was again surprised that he didn't finish inside her. He withdrew again.

He exhales exasperatingly. She looked at him puzzled. He told her clearly that he wanted her to get pregnant but why the sudden change of mind? He adored her for a little while and cleaned her.

"I can't get you pregnant now, we have lots of things to do."

He left the bed like any master would treat their mistress. She reached the satin sheet and covered her body. He got out wearing gym shorts and left the room. She crawled on the big bed and reached the glass of water that she always left on the side table. She turned on the television and watched the business channel.

It featured the young businessman who is rising to be the new heir of a corporate company and will soon take over the Golden Age. Her eyes widened. Golden Age was owned by Del Carlo and she was supposed to be the heiress. Yet she never really takes it seriously. Her music is important and her family.

His photo didn't appear but it was his name Alessandro De Alegre is now the major shareholder of the Entertainment Company. Soon, he'll have seventy shares of it. If she's right on her calculation. But not just that. He's engaged. She sat up and suddenly, her heart shattered. She then lay back seeing the photo of his fiancée.

The Princess of De Novo. More beautiful than her. Richer and elegant. She's just a mistress anyway, what else could she be? She's not the heiress of the Golden Age because it's been long stolen from them.

She turned off the television and just stared at nowhere. Finally, the truth hit her. She's just a mistress. A kept woman of a rich man. She rolled and faced the other side of the bed and closed her eyes. She'll just sleep on it. Just when she's sleeping, she felt a warm wet body behind her and sucked her skin. She gasped and found his hard-on already behind her.

"If you only join me at the gym… we would both get a good sweat…" He pushed the covers, pulled her thighs, and spread it apart.

She gapes, her breath hitches, his lips on her pubic. Hot tongue ran across her sensitive one that made her eyes roll. She shouldn't moan but it was so good until she's moaning loudly.

They had done it again this time, she called his nick-name. Alex. And the man was very pleased by it.

They both shared a shower and he took care of her. He even dried her hair with the towel and she does the same. They had breakfast and he left for his study. She stayed in the room, got bored, and got depressed as she watched television. When she used her phone, news about Alessandro and his fiancée Tracey.

She turned it off and went to the study to play the cello but he was there. He was too occupied with his work and he looked irritated. She didn't want to anger him.

"Shut it down. Tell De Novo's Main enemy to shut it down." He sounded so angry. She headed back to bed and slept.

He was worried that Keira must have seen the news. He noticed her peeking on his study. She might want to play the cello because of boredom. So, after he dealt with the sudden advertisement of his engagement with Tracey, he contacted his Secretary about the Golden Age for renovation and a new face. It will at least take three months and in three months he has to train her.

The lunch was ready and he went to the bedroom finding her sleeping. He strode to the bed and sat beside her, caressing her hair. She looked so serene sleeping but she looked pale. Not enough sunlight? He will surely put her in good exercise. He stayed beside her, caressing her hair and watching her breathing. It ached his heart by just seeing her hurt. Maybe she's hungry, she didn't eat a lot a while ago.

"Keira…" He kissed her nose and her lips. "Sweetheart, let's eat. It's already afternoon." Her eyes fluttered and she stretched her arms.

"I'm not hungry." She turned back from him.

"Whatever you say, we are going to eat." She sat up, pulled him, and reached into his pants. He was surprised for a while but now he gets what she's going to do. Still, the look on her face wasn't pleased. Was she trying to push herself to that? He held her hand and pinned her down the bed. "What are you doing?" He gritted his teeth.