Mistress for Hire by Niobia Bryant

Author:Niobia Bryant
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Interlude

Sometimes I just wanted to forget.

Other times the thought of my mother’s demise at my own hands gave me purpose.

Still, those swings back and forth between my reality and this zone of revenge I concocted was maddening. It was crazy what I was doing, and I had enough sense to know it. Still, I continued. Feigning friendships with these other silly people who allowed themselves to be called “agents.” Trying to trap doggish men into revealing their hidden sins and desires.

Every bit of it was a façade on top of another façade.

My friends have long since stop calling to invite me out to party.

I was barely holding on to my job as the personal assistant to a celebrity party planner because of Mistress, Inc.

My own life was fading. I never thought I’d be undercover in her life for this long. Almost ten months. Far too much dwelling in the middle place, this shade of gray.

“Georgia,” I said aloud just to hear it as I stared at my reflection in the mirror over the sink in my bathroom.

My life was a mess, and I couldn’t take it much more. The pleasure I received from secretly being in Jessa’s orbit was beginning to fade. As was my desire to crush her world like a thin piece of paper in my hand.

I have done things that are not Georgia. Not me.

How much was I willing to lose of myself to gain this control over the life of a woman who didn’t even recognize me as the child she bore?

Accepting her invite to her wedding had been a mistake.

Being in her home and around her family—my sister and my grandmother—and being introduced with the same obligatory politeness as the rest of her employees had stung as if I’d been pierced by a knife whose blade had been resting in fire. They had all been accepted into her life while I was outside her bubble like a leech.

And she was beautiful. I couldn’t deny that.

That moment right after Hammer picked Delaney up from Jessa’s mother’s arms and they stood at the altar like a little family, I could have retched in disgust and hatred and jealousy. Instead I had to plant a smile and force joy at what looked to be the happiness of her life.

Did he even know that little precious Delaney was not her one and only child?

During the reception I snuck away the first chance I could. I knew her bedroom was on the second floor because I spotted her at the patio doors before the wedding. Once I was in her room, I walked around and touched everything. I lay across her bed. Sat in her closet with the door closed. Stepped in her shoes. Rummaged through her drawers and envied her expensive lingerie. Tried on her diamond jewelry. Sprayed every last one of her dozen or more perfumes on my inner thighs. Peed in her toilet. Pressed my face into her towels. Laughed bitterly at discovering the nursery adjoined her bedroom.

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