The Hills Mistress!Reader x Wealthy!Levi

        WARNING ~ Mention of drug use, implying sexual situations, and foul language

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        You could practically feel the stares. A smirk was shamelessly plastered on your face, as you drove to your destination.

Your car was stunning, and you fucking knew it too.

Shameless.

You didn't buy it. Who fuckin' cared? You sure as hell didn't.

        Your lips painted a velvety red and wearing your gleaming heels, you practically radiated a dangerously good time. Well, you do what you have to after all. What's the big deal? People do this sort of thing all the time, right? Some people referred to their guys as 'Sugar Daddies'.  In a joking (or maybe not so much) manner, you preferred to call them lottery tickets. But there was something you kept yourself accountable for, you only had one. You didn't want anyone to be pissy about not wanting to share their lovers, so why not just lock into one pristine client and just live the high life. And there would be a wicked double meaning behind that statement, too. 

        It may be almost half past five a.m. yet sleek glasses were perfectly placed over your red eyes. It was only a bit of grass. You wouldn't drive on some heavy shit. He'd have your ass if he found out and not in a sexy, good way either. But who in the hell did he even think he was trying to dictate how you live?

         That's not how you roll. You had your arrangements. This wealthy, short shit would sneak you in after 'wife of the year' left for "work".

Bullshit.

That's what happens when you marry for business and not love. Both people start seeking love from elsewhere and you were more than happy to offer up your services for a little fee.  Yet, you'd be lying to yourself it you said that Levi wasn't only sexy as hell, but a good man. Your friend, who's also in the mistress game, said there's a snow ball's chance in hell a man who does what he does could be a good one. You knew it wasn't true. Mistakes don't define a person. After all, you do have a bit of a problem with 'self medicating', but that doesn't define you. You're still (Y/n) (L/n), right?


        It never ceased to amaze you. As you drove through the golden gates, you could see the beautiful house. Such a stark white, it could almost be considered blinding. That was another thing you liked about this gig. You didn't have to work in a shit hole like others you knew. Yet, every time you went through the doors of the Ackerman estate, you always felt a wave of envy for his so called wife. You would jump at the chance to being Mrs. Ackerman, but you, of course, would never say those words out loud. 

        Your walk held remarkable confidence. Your heels clanked on the immaculate floor, as you walked towards the kitchen. You'd done this too many times, as to not know where to go. After all, you've dreamed about walking through it with a ring on your finger for about two years now. 

        
        Seeing that diamond chandelier would never get old. The crystals strategically reflected on the marble counter where a certain tea cup was perched between ivory hands. 

        He didn't even need to turn around. Levi's gray eyes would already start slightly clouding with lust at the sound of your heels. The thought of what he knew would happen, and the air of dominance you held around you was nothing less than a major turn on.

        Levi could feel your greedy hands slide around his torso in a lazy embrace. His eyes flickered over to your glassy eyes, as he could feel the warm breath coming from your light chuckles. You were obviously blazed, but that was okay. He still held onto the hope that it was all still genuine.

        His face concealed it well, but he wants much more than this life a secrecy. He wouldn't mind (Y/n) being Mrs. Ackerman, or simply just his girlfriend. He's had a few conversations with the sober (Y/n) and she was damn well intelligent and competent. But he was afraid.

        Indeed, the infamous cold-hearted son of a bitch was afraid. Not about his current wife or about his reputation. He didn't give a shit about those trivial things. You were a free spirit, wild and untamed. He didn't know if you wanted to be tied down, so he'd rather take the opportunity to spend every moment he could with you rather than scare you away.

Your lips brushed against his neck, teasingly as you whispered in his ear. 

"So, Mr. Ackerman, what did you have in mind for today?"

Icy shivers ran down his spine at the sultry tone. You always knew how to make him feel important.

"Anything you want, anything at all."

His eyes would slightly soften when talking to you. You had always wondered if he did the same thing around his wife. Deep inside, you pleaded for that not to be the case.  If only you could tell him what you really wanted. If only, if only. 

"Anything?"