The Dirtiest Little Secret My Rich, Older Man Never Wanted Me to Know: Part 2

The next morn­ing, I made Derrick—my rich, older fiancé—his favorite break­fast, and told him that I was going to the mall. I had just found out the day before that he had been see­ing some other woman, but I acted like noth­ing was wrong. Besides, he had no idea that I had snooped on his cell phone. He handed me his Amer­i­can Express credit card, and told me that he wouldn’t be able to make it for our usual lunch date, which I expected.

Also see: The Dirt­i­est Lit­tle Secret My Rich, Older Man Never Wanted Me to Know: Part 1

After he left, I headed to the mall and bought myself a $5,000 Her­mes purse, with an out­fit to match. I then headed straight to his office wear­ing my new clothes. I got there fif­teen min­utes before his lunch break, and his sec­re­tary told me that he was in a meet­ing. I knew it wasn’t true, so instead I walked past her and into his office.

The first thing I saw was an older, attrac­tive woman sit­ting across from him. His face looked angry—I had never been in his office before. He quickly excused him­self, stood up, grabbed me by the arm, and walked me into the adja­cent office. “What are you doing here, Cassie?” he asked.

I wanted to show you what I bought today, look!” I twirled around with a big smile, keep­ing a close eye on the woman inside. I could see her stand­ing by the door try­ing to see what we were doing.

It’s beau­ti­ful, Cassie, but I am in a meet­ing right now and it’s going to last right through lunch. I have a new client and I’m try­ing to close this deal. I’ll see you tomor­row at our usual time?”

He was act­ing strangely dis­tant with me. He even made sure to posi­tion him­self a few feet away from me. I nod­ded my head and he walked away—no hug, no kiss. I stood out­side his office for a few sec­onds, wait­ing for the anger in me to sub­side. As I walked out, I noticed that he was hav­ing a heated dis­cus­sion with the other woman. I stood still to see if I could hear what they were argu­ing about. All of a sud­den, the woman stormed out. I rushed after her, fol­low­ing her into the elevator.

Are you his mis­tress?” She asked me coldly.

In a mat­ter of sec­onds, I made the deci­sion that I would lie. My life with Der­rick had been too great to mess it up now. If this was his wife, I decided that I would remain his mis­tress for a while. “Oh no, ma’am,” I said with a laugh. “I’m a sec­re­tary at his L.A. office.”

Why would you defend him?” she asked.

I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about, ma’am,” I answered. “I’m assum­ing you’re his wife?” She nod­ded. I could feel my heart pound­ing, but I said, “He may have a mis­tress, but I assure you it’s not me.”

The ele­va­tor stopped and we both stepped out, but she wasn’t fin­ished prob­ing for answers. “And the twirl in the office?”

He’s a rich, pow­er­ful man. Some­times I for­get he’s mar­ried. I was just show­ing him my new out­fit,” I explained with a smile.

Her face was dead seri­ous as she said, “Show­ing my hus­band your out­fit is the least of my wor­ries. Show off all you want, but if you’re lying to me, I’ll find out just like every other time, and you’ll regret it.”

She headed back toward the ele­va­tor and I imme­di­ately texted Der­rick: “Spoke with your wife in the ele­va­tor. Pretty sure she’s head­ing up.” As soon as I hit send, my phone rang. I told him about our con­ver­sa­tion, reas­sur­ing him that I didn’t tell her who I really was.  He was silent. I heard a faint knock at his door, and, sud­denly, the phone disconnected.