The Ceo's Contracted Mistress
The Ceo’s Contracted Mistress Chapter 22

Bobbie g*****d as light filtered through her swollen eyes. She wondered if she had died, and the brightness of the room was heaven. She considered what she’d been doing with Olivier only hours ago and decided perhaps the brightness was from the flames of hell because there was no way she was getting to heaven with many of the wicked and depraved things he’d done to her. She blushed as she remembered agreeing to let him get lube and toys to f**k her a*s at a later date. What had gotten into her?

Loud laughter in the other room made her sit up with a start. A recollection his entire family was descending today filled her with panic as she considered they might have already been here. She listened attentively for a moment and heard the kids’ giggling at something Olivier was saying and then the bark of Grady’s loud laugh mixed in. She heard Nana Prue say something about mimosas and it being five o’clock somewhere and Everly calling her a drunken old hag.

It was just her family. She flopped back against the pillows and sighed. Her family. Her family now consisted of one extra person, and he fit in so well with her group it was as if he were always meant to be there. She smiled contentedly and pulled a pillow over her face, trying to stop the silly grin she knew was there. She was happy. Stupidly, deliriously happy and she threw the pillow away as she realized she wanted to go join them.

As she stood up, her legs gave way, and she gripped the edge of the nightstand. “Ouf,” she grunted as she shook out the jelly-like feeling in her legs, holding the wall as she made her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her she took in her appearance in the mirror and was aghast at how wrecked she looked. Dark blue circles under her eyes, her hair so knotted it was piled into a nest off to one side and at the top of her head. Her lips were swollen as if she’d been punched in the mouth, and she leaned closer and noted she had several dots of red pinpoints on her eyes and cheeks. “Jesus, I broke b***d vessels gagging,” she giggled as she stared at herself, “or coming.” She was losing her mind she thought as she moved towards the shower, her legs barely functioning. A flash of purple caught her eye and she twisted to look at her back and noted the multiple hickeys trailing down her spine. He’d made a path to her a*s. So much for wearing a bathing suit at the pool. She stood on tiptoes and looked at her a*s in the mirror. There were hickeys there too. He’d been voracious and she’d egged him on every step of the way.

The sliding of a door opening to the bathroom made her look up in surprise. Olivier’s grin made her shake her head. “I hope you’re proud of yourself.” She croaked at him.

“Immensely,” he let his gaze travel over her body. “Need help?”

“Just psychiatric for letting myself believe I could keep up with the likes of you,” she muttered as she finally reached the shower. She gave a whimper of pain just stepping over the small l*p of the shower stall. “Everything hurts.”

“Want me to k**s it better?”

She made a face and then sighed, “what is wrong with me? I immediately wanted to say yes.”

He threw his head back and laughed loudly at her remark. “I told you, you are as insatiable as I am, ma chère.”

“What time does your family arrive?”

“In about an hour. The kids are eating breakfast on the patio with the Hoffman’s. I told them I’d come check to see if you were awake yet,” he smiled as she stepped under the shower head but didn’t turn it on. He reached into the shower and turned the water on for her. “You’re wrecked.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Do not blame me. You issued a challenge. You should know there is nothing I do not accomplish once I set my mind to it.”

She closed her eyes standing under the warm spray, “I haven’t been this sore since I delivered the twins.” She paused, “no wait, I’m lying. The last time I was this sore was when Grady and Everly thought it would be fun to hike a stupid trail to go camping overnight with three kids and we had to carry all of our stuff in backpacks. I think I cried myself to sleep that night.”

He was laughing at her as he leaned against the wall listening to her m**n and complain. “Are you saying you want me to take it easier on you next time?”

She shot him a dirty look, “no, I’m just out of practice. Give me a week. I’ll be good.”

“I’m not waiting a week,” he lifted an eyebrow at her.

“No, I mean I just need a week of practice,” she grimaced at him.

“That we can do,” he laughed again. “What are you doing to do with the bird’s nest on your head?”

“It’s because my hair is naturally curly,” she protested.

“What?” he made a face. “Since when?”

“I get it straightened chemically. Have since I was a teenager. Where do you think Ollie’s mess of blonde curls come from?”

“Why?” he was aghast. “Are you telling me your hair is a beautiful as our daughter’s is and yet you change it?”

“It looks good on her,” she protested as she dumped a huge amount of conditioner into it. “On me it looks like the eighties called and wants the spiral perm back.”

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head sadly.

“At her age, my mother would spend hours brushing mine and Rosamunde’s hair. Then one day she got fed up, took us to a hairstylist and got it straightened. I’ve been doing it ever since.”

“Your sister’s hair was curly too?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged as the warm water was gently massaging her aches away. “She was blonde just like Ollie. My mom always said we were so different in appearances you would never know we were sisters except for the curls.” She caught his sad expression, “what?”

“What example does it set for our daughter about her own hair when you despise yours?”

“It sets the example it’s her body, her hair, her features and if she is unhappy with it, it’s up to her to decide what to do with it. When she is fifteen, if she wants to straighten it, I will let her.”

“Natural beauty is a sight to behold.”

“There is no difference in her straightening curls than it is for me to dye my dark hair blonde. I prefer being a blonde. Why should I not be what I want any more than she should be who she wants?”

“Why not teach her to embrace it?”

“You think I don’t? In the end it will be her choice, though.” she stared at him as she washed her body down with a handful of body wash. “Olivier, this is no different than when you told Max if he wants to wear green nail polish he should.”

“I wish I had a photo of you with curly hair,” he muttered, hating to admit she was right.

“There are a bunch of them.”

“Where?” immediately he was wanting to see them.

“I stopped treating my hair when I was pregnant and for the first year after when I was nursing. I read somewhere there was risk with the chemicals. I didn’t want to take chances, so I let the beast of my hair go crazy. I wore my hair up a lot, in buns or braids because I was hot all the damn time but there are a quite a few.” She stepped forward as he shut the water off and held out a towel for her. “In fact, in the kids’ bedrooms, they each have a photo of me really pregnant and my hair down.” She made a face, “it’s probably on my phone.”

“Where’s your phone?”

“Oh my god, you’re single minded. I need to get dressed and I need to put makeup on before your family arrives. I can’t have them meeting me with my skin looking like this. I look like I choked on a d**k.”

“You did,” he grinned, “and that’s curse word number one.”

“You know,” she made a face as she walked towards the closet, “you swear as much as I do.”

“Nobody swears that much,” he corrected with a twist of his lips. “Not even Ollie.”

“You need your own swear jar.”

“You think?”

“Yup.” She pulled a sundress down from the closet after replaceing clean underwear. She leaned on him as he helped her into her panties, slapping at him when he kissed the inside of her thigh. She shivered against his dirty laugh. “Definitely need a jar.”

“What would be my punishment?”

“For every swear word, I want a k**s,” she laughed as he dropped an f-bomb immediately and then grabbed her to k**s her. “At ten,” she leaned into him, “I want,” she tapped her fingernail against her chin, “I want a massage on the body part of my choice. Feet, back, chest,” she saw his eyes light up.

“Deal, but since I don’t swear near as much as you, you will not get the massages you think you’re going to get.”

“You are so wrong,” she mocked him. “Now, get out so I can get myself ready to meet my future in-laws.”

He gripped her suddenly and swung her around in his arms, “I am happy to hear you call them this. It means I am wooing you correctly.”

“Fool, get out,” she kissed his cheek and sent him away. “Save me some breakfast,” she called after him as she took her make-up bag to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she was satisfied her make-up had covered the red dots from the insane amount of gagging she had done, and she slipped into a pair of flat sandals and then headed to the sound of laughter on the patio.

“Good morning,” she said as she stepped out.

“She’s wearing make-up,” Prue grinned, “someone had a great night.”

“Hag,” she cursed at the woman for immediately calling her out.

Everly was laughing, “she’s also walking crooked. I watched you all the way from the door to the patio. You had to grip furniture.”

“It’s because maman and papa were dancing.” Max offered his help to his mother.

Grady choked on a piece of bacon as Prue patted his back, roaring heartily.

“We watched them,” Ollie backed up her brother. “Dad spun mom all over the place.”

“Dude,” Grady gasped as he reached for his orange juice. “You need to learn to lock doors.”

“We were dancing in the living room, truly dancing,” Bobbie shoved the bottom of the orange juice glass up, dumping a large amount of it into Grady’s unsuspecting mouth, grinning when it dribbled down his chin. “We had a dance party.”

“Sure, you did,” Everly elbowed her as she sat down between her and Olivier. “The tango?”

“Keep it up, Hoffman,” Bobbie grunted and reached for a banana off the table.

Lark was unusually quiet, and Bobbie looked at the little girl with concern, “are you feeling okay, Lark?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she pushed her spoon through her yoghurt.

Everly shook her head and rolled her eyes at the dramatics.

“What’s going on kiddo?” Bobbie pushed her but the child stayed quiet.

Prue spoke up, “she’s a bit worried she’s going to get left in the dust. No more sleepovers and being together all the time.”

“Ah,” Bobbie immediately knew exactly what Prue meant, “last week you stayed with us every night and this week, already two nights you didn’t. Right?”

Lark nodded sadly.

Olivier spoke up, “well, today, my three nieces will be here. One of them is the same age as you three, her name is Seraphina, but we call her Sera. The other two are six and four, and their names are Shiloh and Terra. Whenever they come visit me here, we usually make a giant fort in the middle of the living room and have a sleepover. Do you think you three would like this? We could make a giant blanket fort and have a pyjama party?” Olivier looked to Everly and Grady, “as long as it’s okay with your parents you stay up here with me and Bobbie. I know they don’t know me well.”

“Pfft,” Grady dropped a grape into his mouth and laughed, “can you take my mom too? It’s been a couple of days.”

Prue shook her head, “no need, you ignorant little turd,” she slapped the back of his head, “I’ve got a date tonight and won’t be back until morning. It’s going to be a long night.” Her eyes danced mischievously. “I’m going dancing.”

He made a face, “I don’t need to know you’re on a date. Can’t you just say you’re going out? The thought of my mother doing what you’re insinuating makes me want to hurl.”

Bobbie shook her head in disgust and looked away. “We’re going to have six kids here tonight?”

“Is it a problem?” Olivier realized suddenly he should have asked her first.

“Not for me. You can sleep in the fort since it’s your idea. I’ll get the big bed to myself.”

“Now wait,” he started to protest but she laughed at him. “Fine, have it your way.”

“I’m going to be the only boy?” Max suddenly realized. Bobbie noted once again he was eying Olivier cautiously as if still not sure.

“I’ll be there,” Olivier corrected him. “I’m a boy.”

“You’re a man,” Max argued.

“Is he ever,” Bobbie hissed at Everly who chortled with laughter as Grady gagged and Oliver puffed up.

“There’s going to be too many people.” Max spoke again, frowning.

“Max, I promise you will have fun. Do you trust me?” Olivier asked his son as he dropped his arm around Bobbie’s shoulders to hug her after her comment.

Max nodded but didn’t appear convinced.

“Well, what do you say Lark?” Olivier asked her, “want to have a sleepover with all of us?”

“Yes please!” she bounced in her chair.

“Great.” He leaned back. “Word of warning, the girls speak French and English intermingling. Half the time they don’t even realize what language they’re in.”

Lark shrugged, “we can all speak French. Spanish too.”

“I told you,” Bobbie sighed, “what they do, she does.”

“I will remember.” He tapped his head. “Speaking of remembering, where’s your phone. I want to see the photo.”

“What photo?” Grady asked curiously.

“I made the mistake of telling him my hair is naturally curly and he wants to see a photo.” Bobbie grimaced as she started to get up from her seat to retrieve her phone.

Everly pushed her back down and pulled out her own phone. “I have a few of them on my phone.”

“Why?” Bobbie glared at her.

“Because I took most of them?” Everly glared back.

“Right,” she sighed. “I forgot you’re the photographer of the group.”

“You have more photos of me on your phone than I do you,” Everly argued. “You’re always snapping pics.”

“Dad has more than both of you,” Lark said with a shake of her head. “He’s always taking pictures.”

“Because I knew deep down in my belly someone would want to see them,” he gave a direct glance at Bobbie. “Should have let me petition him.”

“Don’t start, Hoffman,” Bobbie growled with annoyance.

“What’s done is done,” Olivier ran interference and then gave a smile at Grady, “you can send me whatever photos you like. I’ll be thrilled to have them.”

“Here,” Everly passed her phone over, “here’s Bobbie with her medusa hair.”

Olivier looked at her and then back to the photo multiple times, “it’s not even like looking at the same woman. How much hair do you have?”

“Far too much,” she shook her head sadly as she leaned to see which photo Everly was showing him. It was one where she had been working in Grady’s office when the twins were still in bassinets. Her hair was wild, held back with a silk scarf off her face but it was massive and huge.

“It’s very dark here too.” He leaned sideways to allow the kids who had rounded the table to see the picture. “Who are you?” he teased her. “Charlatan.”

She smacked his arm, “the best day was when I went to the spa and had it blonde again and straight.”

“It’s really pretty though,” he said seriously, “your maman,” he spoke to Ollie and Max, “is an unbelievably beautiful woman.”

“She’s the prettiest.” Max nodded emphatically.

“My mom is pretty too!” Lark said suddenly and with irritation.

“She sure is,” Olivier corrected himself and gave Everly a wink.

Olivier’s phone made a buzzing noise in his pocket, and he dug for it, and then made a face. “The flight has landed at the airport. My family are officially in Houston. It will take them about forty minutes to get here.”

“We should go,” Everly said seriously.

“No,” Olivier shook his head, “absolutely not.”

“But” Everly protested, “surely they want to meet Bobbie and the kids first.”

“No,” he refused her comment, “Bobbie is going to be overwhelmed with nine strangers and she will need you.” He squeezed Bobbie’s fingers, “more importantly, my papa, was insistent Bobbie’s family be here so he can personally thank you for taking care of my family when I was not. By extension you have inherited the Villeneuve clan, like it or not Everly.”

She gave an embarrassed laugh, “they can’t be worse than this group.”

He held her gaze seriously, “you haven’t met my grandmother.”

“Is she coming?” Bobbie asked seriously before whispering at Everly, “she’s a priestess.”

“Like what kind of priestess,” Everly whispered back

Olivier cut them off, “the message I just got says she is here, and she cursed the flight attendant for spilling a drink.”

“Cursed at her?” Everly asked in surprise

“No, cursed her,” Olivier watched as Prue’s eyes widened. “Prue gets it.”

“Is she?”

“Yes,” Olivier grinned suddenly, “she’s a hoot.”

As the adults around the table suddenly understood Olivier’s grandmother was going to be the life of the party, Bobbie suddenly found herself wondering what the heck she had just gotten herself into.

“Don’t worry,” Olivier said seriously, “she is quite lovely. My father has asked her to refrain from discussing spirits and past lives until everyone is more comfortable with her.”

“Jesus Christ,” Bobbie whispered.

“There’s two for the day,” Olivier taunted.

“Why do I feel like my jar will be full by noon?” she gave a frustrated sigh.

“Have you paid off the one you filled yesterday?” Everly shoved her with her shoulder.

Bobbie covered Olivier’s mouth before he could answer her. “Do not answer her.”

He pulled her hand away and bit her fingers, making sure the kids were busy in their own conversation and leaned sideways, “she wasn’t holding onto the furniture walking out here this morning because she’s in debt.”

As Everly and Grady roared with laughter and Prue high-fived him, she hid her head in her hands. “Animals. I’m surrounded by animals.”

“Like monkeys?” Max asked.

And just like that the adults were roaring with laughter and Bobbie was wishing she had stayed in bed.