Ronda made her way back to Cal’s mansion, not bothering to tell Faro where she was going. She wasn’t sure why she did it—maybe curiosity, maybe something else. But after what had happened last time, she found herself wanting to see Cal again.
When she arrived, Albort was the one who greeted her. “Ah, Miss Ronda. Master Cal is currently out at a business meeting with Clown Inc. regarding a real estate deal.”
Ronda tried to hide her disappointment. “Oh… I see.”
Albort, ever the gentleman, smiled and gestured for her to follow. “Why don’t you make yourself comfortable while you wait?” He led her to a wardrobe filled with a variety of outfits. “These are all leftover clothes from Master Cal’s exes. Different sizes, different styles. I’m sure you’ll find something to your liking.”
Ronda glanced at the collection, her fingers brushing over the fabrics. The fact that all these clothes belonged to women who had been with Cal before… she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. But that didn’t stop her from picking a pink frock and slipping it on.
She wandered through the mansion’s beautiful rose garden, taking in the scent of the flowers and the sheer luxury of it all. Then, on a whim, she decided to try something else—a biking outfit. She found a high-end bicycle in the garage and rode around the estate, feeling the wind rush past her.
The exercise made her hot and sweaty, and before she knew it, she was stripping down completely and stepping into the grand bathroom for a shower. The water was perfect, warm and soothing against her skin. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the feeling of the mansion’s luxury.
After her shower, wrapped in nothing, she wandered to the guest bedroom and lay down on the plush mattress. She had only meant to rest for a few minutes, but her body was exhausted. Before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep—completely naked.
She was awakened by the sound of a door opening. Her eyes fluttered open to find Cal standing at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, a smirk on his face.
“Well, well,” he mused. “Didn’t expect to come home to this.”
Ronda’s heart skipped a beat as she sat up, instinctively pulling the blanket over herself. “Cal—! I—uh—”
He chuckled, stepping closer. “Relax, Ronda. It’s not like I haven’t had women fall asleep naked in my guest room before.”
She shot him a glare. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
Cal smirked, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You came back here on your own. Didn’t even tell Faro or cousin would have called me and let me know that were coming.”
Ronda hesitated before smirking back. “Maybe I just wanted to enjoy the rich life a little without Faro.”
Cal leaned in slightly. “And? Did it meet your expectations?”
She let out a slow breath. “Yeah… it did.”
He watched her for a moment before reaching to the nightstand and picking up a glass of chilled fruit juice that Albort had left. “Here. Cool down.”
She took the glass, sipping it as she observed him. There was something about Cal—something different from Faro. She didn’t feel the need to hide herself from him. Even now, lying naked beneath the sheets, she felt… comfortable.
More comfortable than she ever had with Faro.
As the evening settled in, Ronda remained in the mansion, feeling more at ease than she expected. She had no immediate desire to leave, and Cal made no move to ask her to. Instead, when dinner time approached, Albort entered the room with his usual composed demeanor.
“Master Cal, Miss Ronda,” Albort said with a slight bow, “I have taken the liberty of preparing a special meal for your… evening together.” His choice of words and the small glint in his eye made it clear—he considered this a date night.
Ronda raised an eyebrow at Cal, who only smirked. “I see you’re setting the mood, Albort.”
Albort gave a knowing smile. “A fine meal is best enjoyed in the right atmosphere, Master Cal.”
For her first date night with Cal at the mansion, Ronda searched through the wardrobe filled with remnants of Cal’s past relationships. Among the various styles and colors, she found a stunning red dress that immediately caught her attention.
The dress was made of blue silky, crimson fabric that hugged her body in all the right places. It had thin spaghetti straps that rested delicately on her shoulders, leading down to a plunging neckline that accentuated her petite yet elegant frame. The fabric shimmered faintly under the light, smooth and cool against her skin.
The waist was tightly cinched, emphasizing her curves before flowing into a high-slit skirt that revealed her toned legs with every step she took. The slit ran up to her mid-thigh, adding a daring, sensual touch that made her feel bold.
As she examined herself in the mirror, she noticed how the dress backless design exposed most of her back, leaving only a thin strap running across just above her waistline. The fabric clung gently to her, almost like a second skin, making her feel both exotic and desirable.
Ronda had never worn something this extravagant before, and yet, as she looked at her reflection, she couldn’t deny how perfectly it suited her.
When she finally stepped into the dining hall, Cal’s eyes lingered on her for a long moment.
“You wear that better than any of my exes ever did,” he finally remarked with a smirk.
Ronda tilted her head and returned his gaze with confidence. Maybe that’s because I’m not just another ex, she thought to herself.
With that, Albort led them to the grand dining room, where an elegant candlelit table awaited them. Ronda couldn’t help but admire the luxury—the high ceiling, the golden chandelier, and the extravagant tableware. She had never dined like this before.
The meal was exquisite.
Albort served grilled lobster with butter sauce and onion soup as the starter, the rich flavors warming Ronda as she took her first bites. The lobster was cooked to perfection, the butter sauce melting into it, enhancing every bite.
For the main course, Albort presented roasted duck with spicy sauce. The dish had just the right amount of heat, and Ronda found herself savoring each mouthful.
Finally, for dessert, Albort brought out a dish he called “Cream of Pleasure.” It was smooth, rich, and decadently sweet, with a hint of fruitiness that lingered on the tongue.
“This is incredible,” Ronda admitted, setting her spoon down after the last bite. “I could get used to this.”
Cal leaned back in his chair, watching her with a smirk. “That’s how it starts. First, you enjoy the meal. Then, you enjoy the lifestyle. And before you know it, you won’t want to leave.”
Ronda gave him a playful look. “And that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”
Cal chuckled, swirling his glass of cola in his hand. “I don’t mind the company.”
She glanced around the luxurious mansion, her thoughts swirling. There was a comfort here, a temptation she wasn’t sure she was ready to face. But what she did know was that she had enjoyed the night—more than she should have.
And deep down, she wondered if she would ever look at Faro the same way again.
