He was in fact aroused and he didn't know if he could get her off the hook. She gently pushed her hand to his chest and turned back from him.

She's playing hard to get and acts like a virgin where in fact they had sex last night and she enjoys it a little. When she felt his big warm hands on her stomach, and his warm lips on her naked shoulder, she felt it through her whole body, the electricity running through her veins. Her globes hardened and she felt the heat between her hips. He kept sucking her skin, pushed away her hair from her neck, inserted his big hands to her thin night dress and did what his big hands could do.

She actually moaned, just on his touch and kiss and that's when he started stimulating her nipples, capturing her mouth. Like it was an endless kiss. She was suddenly drunk of desire but she didn't know who slept first from their kissing.

She woke up late. If she didn't hear the maid coming in she wouldn't get awake. They are preparing something for her clothing and then her food is served. She went to the bathroom to wash up and settle it on the balcony.

She was like the Queen of the villa just like he said because they serve her everything and it bores her a little without doing anything. It bores her to death.

The sedan was tinted in black and like no one can see her from the outside. It was a long drive but she didn't complain just to see her mother. She received a call from the Lover that she didn't know the name.

"Hello?"

"You can spend your time with your mother but I am only giving you three hours. Spend the rest of your time shopping."

"I would rather spend my time with my mother the whole day."

"Then spend two hours of time shopping or else I'll drag you to the mall." He will surely do it.

But why would he bother to make her go shopping and waste some money. She had tasted how to waste money when she was a teenager. Those are times when they are rich. Yet she never missed it.

Her mother looked better than before. She was transferred to an exclusive hospital and in the VIP room. They had found a donor and the doctor said that the surgery is also settled. She was relieved, yet she had to take some time to be with the man. The woman smiled at her dearly.

"Did he push you on something that you don't want?" She was surprised that her mother would ask such things. But she smiled, he actually pushed her to be a good mistress and spend a lot of his money.

"He's not that bad." But he did force her a little on sex-yet crazy that her body wants it.

"He's a good man. He'll take care of you. I haven't taken care of you for a long time and I should be the one helping you on bills-" her mom is composed but she knows all of her emotions.

"Mom, I can do it."

"He'll help you on what is for you." She didn't quite understand what her mother meant.

Her mother needs to rest so she has to go shopping like a good mistress does and spend a lot of his money on clothes, jewelry, shoes and other stuff. She was bored and her shoes were biting her feet.

So, she bought a comfortable one that wouldn't bite her feet and that's all she bought. But a woman came, said to be Mr. De Alegre's assistant. Moira. Like two or three years older than her and said to buy more clothes.

Her shoulders suddenly slump and she lets the woman choose different kinds of expensive clothes. There are sleeping clothes, sexy, and the underwear are even sluttier. She just lets her do almost all of the stuff and what catches her eyes most is on the other shop.

A music store and the cello caught her eyes. It wasn't as beautiful as the one she had but it's enough to be played and practiced. She hasn't touched a cello for years and her hands are itching for it.

She's never been tired of her life. She still has dinner with him. She thought that he wouldn't bring his mistress to public places but he did. They are at a private table and she watched him slice the steak gracefully and place it in front of her. She looked at his face. So handsome and lots of women probably fell in love with him and wanted him to accompany them in bed. But why was she stuck to him?

"Menstrual syndrome?" she was startled about his sudden question. "Do you have medicine for it?" She shook her head like a shy little girl but she wasn't that shy. "You look pale. Did Moira tire you or something? Didn't you like the dresses?"

"Uhm, I don't need it all. I have my own clothes if I could get it from my friend's house."

"You don't need those."

"I am comfortable in those clothes."

"Okay, I'll handle it." He said dotingly without showing too much expression.

"But-" he sipped on his wine.

"Let's eat."

She looked pale. Maybe because of her bleeding. So, he asked for foods that are good for menstrual. Still, she looked drowsy and helpless. He took her home using his chopper so they would have a good rest. He went to his study to have a quick review of his report and call his secretary about her things from her friend's house.

He even pulled out the rectangular box that contained a gift for her. And the most beautiful gift that he was about to give on her 18th birthday was sitting in the middle of his study room covered with a red velvet fabric. Although he gave her a very memorable gift, he still searched around the other country to give her something as a post-gift.

What else would he ask for at this moment? Memories? If she remembered it all, would things be easier for both of them? Or would she still run off like she's trying to do?

He went to their bedroom and found her lying sideways hugging a pillow, all of the duvet was wrapped around her. He wondered why she was cold when it felt so hot inside the room. He reached his hand to her forehead. Her temperature was high, she was burning. She's sweating a little and her whole face is flushed. So, he rang the maids to bring medicine.

Is it too bad that she has to catch a fever by simply going to the shop?

He tried to wake her up but it's no use so he smashed the medicine, put it on the water, held it inside his mouth and pushed his mouth to hers so she would drink it. She slightly opened her eyes and coughed a little. He wiped her lips and gave her water. She drank a little and she's still lightheaded.

"My poor girl." He uttered and kissed her forehead.

He asked for a container of water and ointment. He removed all of her clothes except her sexy panties. He wiped her whole body and massaged her head with the ointment and her face. He learned this acupuncture from her. He always had migraines that he endured those times, lack of sleep. During their break time, she would make him lay down on her lap and massage his face and head.

He gently kisses her middle chest and puts her into his shirt which would be more comfortable for her. She's just a simple girl. Once was a princess of a family and belonged to an elite society. And now, he's willing to give it all to her. Things that she really deserves.

He watched her sleep, and turned on the fan in a low whirl and hugged her as he covered the comforter to her. Suddenly his phone rang and he hesitated to answer it. But he reached it and he immediately went to the balcony to answer it.

"Yes?"

"I had sent an email to you. Your encrypted email. I am still investigating the major incident in their family."

"Thank you." He hung up and checked the email.

It makes him frown more. Suddenly his head feels like it's going to break. He hears a tick from his head and the migraine starts killing him. He reached the drawer and drank his medicine. He put his phone on the drawer and lay down beside her. She pushed the covers and rolled toward him.

Since he was also feeling sick, he reached her and let her pillow on his chest and cover the comforter as he gently wiped her sweat.

Odd feeling that she felt lighter than last night. She partially saw him kissing her and tasted the medicine. She looked at the body that she's pillowing. A good body is built. Look strong and hard but have smooth skin. She gently glanced up at him. His arms were around her and he looked so handsome while sleeping peacefully.

She wanted to turn back and move away but she just couldn't. She felt stuck beside him. She just pillowed on his chest and if he would allow her that way all day, she wouldn't complain. It feels like she's familiar with it. She's also wearing his shirt and it's very much more comfortable than those slutty negligee. 

What woke him up was the ringing of the phone and the vibration of the phone on the drawer. She immediately moved away from her and he sat up rubbing his eyes gently, pulling out the phone from the drawer.

"Yes? Hmm, cancel my schedule for this morning. I'll be there later." He hung up and she felt his embrace from behind and he kissed her shoulder. "I'll check your temperature."

She gasped when he inserted his hand under her shirt and scooped her breasts and then reached her neck and then her underarm.

"Good. Next week, let's get ready for our honeymoon. I want some babies."

"What?" She frowned at him.

"You heard me. Don't you want some?"

"I am just your mistress-I don't want~~"

"Yes, you are. And you aren't just my mistress, Keira." His one and only mistress.

She tilted her head, puzzled by his words but he pointed his forefinger to her nose and she just shut up and leaned to him.

Breakfast in bed. She was baffled because he has to cancel his schedule for this morning. It's already past 9 and they are eating porridge and other healthy foods. He even fed her. Was all of his mistresses served this way by him? She never thought that he had this sweet side of him. She took a warm bath and he interrupted. She was sick last night but he didn't care about it.

She felt his hardness but he didn't make a move and force himself inside her. Instead, he pleasured her with his fingers. Under the warm water, she was shuddering in pleasure and came naturally, his mouth on hers. She was flushed and felt shy but he didn't care at all. All he cared about was sex.

"I'll be leaving for work now." He sucked her supple lips and stood up and was about to leave half aroused.

He doesn't want to do it with a sick poor girl. Somehow, he has to control himself over her. It's been a very long time since he had touched her. However, he's too lucky to even take advantage of his poor sweetheart.

"Wait, I didn't know your name yet."

A naughty smile draws across his face. He strode toward her to get back to the tub, pulled her to his arms and made her sit on his hard on. She gasped. It still surprises her how hard he is.

They make love in the bathtub, making her say his name and he succeeds. It just made his day even more special.

After their love-making in the bathtub, Alessandro called it a day. She still needed to have her beauty rest.

He picked her up, dried her, wrapped her on the robe and put her down on the sofa inside the wide bathroom. She looked so drained because of his sudden attack. She looked pleased with what he did. She wasn't just a mistress or other woman. But his mistress and the woman of his heart. He kisses her forehead and gives her a glass of water.

"You are still bleeding, so you take a rest." He said softly.

She dressed up and dried her hair. She had fallen asleep quickly the moment she lay on the bed.

Alessandro pulled out a ring from his drawer and looked down at her. Should he tell her what she signed? She seemed to forget about it. He wondered why she kept forgetting things. Maybe she was too tired that night.

That night, he pointed to her on what to sign without reading it. Why didn't she realize it? He gently kissed her forehead. He's worried that her amnesia would also affect her present life. There are possibilities too.

Seeing the new information made him frown. The company that was supposed to be for his beloved Keira was stolen illegally. They have to figure out how to get it back. The whole company isn't in good condition, so he has to step on it. He needed to find strong evidence to get the company back and prove that it was meant for his Keira.

Also, there are holes in the police report regarding the death of her father. They are still reinvestigating how he died. They claimed that he was killed because he was gambling too much and had sold off everything.

"How are we going to find this lawyer?" he asked.

"He's not been on track for years now. But I know someone who can track anyone, even a ghost."

His right hand, Warren, told him. He entrusted him with a few branches of his company and trusted him with this kind of thing.

The Del Carlo family has a big entertainment company, and she was exposed to too much music. Classical music was her genre. And he will give it back to her. All of it. Including the wealth that was stolen and was supposed to be hers and her mother's.

"Do anything to track the lawyer." He glanced at the skyscraper of his building, one of the tallest buildings in the Philippines. "The asshole has been tracking her since the auction. We can't let them know that we are tracking the lawyer, and if that asshole finds out-" He had started thinking about ways he would protect her and the evidence. "Play along with them."

He didn't get home early as he promised himself. There were lots of things to do, including countless thoughts on how to play along with his enemy, Jeremy Cha. He's a powerful man now, but since there's a big enough problem to pull him down, Cha will still use dangerous tactics. That would include conning.

The man also had a lot of connections underground. And of course, Alessandro wouldn't let any underground dogs pull him down. He's always ready with any proof.

He was so tired and drowsy going back to his villa. But seeing her reading a book from the shelf of their room, and a classical music piece by Paganini playing, just faded his tiredness away. He strode toward their bed, sat beside her, scooped her chin, and kissed her. She hates it when he distracts her while she's reading.

Alessandro knew her well. He remembered that they used to study together, and then Keira would get irritated when he was lazy and when he teased her.

"I'm reading," she said, sounding a little bit annoyed.

"Are you that bored here? Are you waiting for me?"

"I'm waiting for no one," she said coldly and was about to roll away, but he caught her.

"Go to my study and pick the box on top of my desk." She was quizzical for a while. "Or do you want me to strip your clothes right now?" He smirked at her.

Even though he was taking advantage of her and the fact that she had amnesia, he loved her dearly-it hurt. Just watching her almost naked on the stage and men drooling, bidding for her, was torture to him, but he remained calm and had to take her before anyone else did.

He waited for her, and she came up with the box, placing it over the bed. He told her to open it, and she did. It was a box full of cello shirts, a cello that already had a mysterious key, and another rectangular wooden box. The look in her eyes was priceless, and she looked up at him.

"It's for you. Open the little one." She opened the long rectangular box and stopped, staring down at it.

The black Pernambuco wood bow had her initials, and the brand was Coda Bow-one of the expensive bow brands. She caressed the bow thoughtfully, and he watched her stare at it more, her eyes showing a lot of expression: longing, sadness, gratefulness, passion, and excitement. She closed it and looked at him. He walked around her and kissed her forehead.

"Let's get into the shower," he said huskily.

They did get into the shower, and she leaned on him. It just felt so perfect.

What if she saw his other big surprise? Would they go further? But he was willing to wait for her if she wanted it.

They cuddled in the bathtub, which turned out to be a jacuzzi, for about an hour. However, he was still occupied with his work. He spoke to her about business and about how stressful the people around him were. But he then said that he'd have to work more-for her.

Hearing that he was working for her made her heart flutter.

After their bath, he sat on the sofa and read a few documents while she was on the bed. She couldn't sleep since she was thinking about the beautiful cello bow he bought for her. He stood from his seat and approached her.

"Let's go." He extended his hand, and she slipped off the bed, held his hand, and followed him to the study room.

He turned on the lights, and he gently pushed her hand toward the thing that was covered in a black cloth. She looked up at him and hesitated for a while. He nodded his head, and she approached it.

Tears ran down her cheeks, and she caressed the beautifully carved cello. She ran to him, shoved her face to his chest, and wrapped her arms around his waist tightly. She looked up at him with tears, and his heart ached.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked softly, as tears perfectly rolled down her cheeks.

"Am I not allowed to spoil my woman?" He kissed her forehead, scooped her face, and sucked every seam of her mouth. She responded, still tearing. "Stop crying."

He wiped her tears away. It pained him to see her cry. She was about to pull away, but he carried her toward his neat desk. She didn't complain, and her eyes dilated as he removed his shirt. She stealthily bit her lower lip.

Now, she's learning and getting used to it. That's what Alessandro wanted. She needed to get used to all of it, like before. Soon, she'll be Mrs. De Alegre in front of everyone-not just on the marriage contract she signed.

They did it on the desk and messed it up. He didn't care at all. Then, he carried her back to the bed, and he didn't care if they were naked since the bed was just in the next room.

He had been sleeping well these past few nights with her. It was probably morning, and when he woke up, he heard a cello playing next door. He put his pajamas on and walked to the study room. The door was ajar, and the music she was making could be heard even downstairs.

He pushed the door wider and watched her play the cello, eyes closed. Smooth. She must have been playing for a while. He had also put a very comfortable seat in that spot just for her. She might not stop playing the cello. It had been years, and when she got out of tune, she stopped and liked recalling it.

But she looked up at him. He was still dazed by her. He walked toward her, and she probably hadn't brushed her teeth, but he kissed her lips and then her knuckles. Her fingertips were reddish.

"Stop playing for a while." He put the bow on the book stand and placed the cello on its stand. "Don't wash your hands, okay?" She nodded and glanced at the cello for a while. "You can play anytime you want, but it has a limit. You'll hurt your hands." He kissed her long, beautiful fingers. "You can go visit your mom."

"Really?" Her face beamed.

"Of course. Then you'll be back. You can't go anywhere without consulting me." He grinned.

"Why? Why can't I go anywhere? I won't run away."

"You can't run away." He smirked. "You are mine now." He kissed her nose. "Let's go for breakfast."

She obeyed him and noticed that he took cable ties from the drawer of their room. They finally went to the bathroom, letting him wash her face, then her hair, and her very private area. Her hands were tied up with the cable ties. It looked sexy and domineering. She had never thought about it, but he looked sexy when he was fired up with lust.

He kept teasing her, and she kept complaining about it, but she ended up satisfied. She couldn't do anything because her wrists were tied up with cable ties.

Still, she felt a little uncomfortable with how he treated her. He didn't treat her badly. He had a dominant side, and she obeyed him, since most of the things he ordered were about her safety and health.

She only wore a simple dress, flat shoes, and no makeup at all. She let him have her mouth the whole way through traffic. She still had her period, but it would stop soon, and he'd be very happy to take her.