Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

(Eva's POV)

It was Saturday morning. I woke in bed with a throbbing headache. When I moved my right hand, I was shocked to feel another person lying next to me.

"What? Who are you?" I gasped, sitting up in bed immediately.

The man had a sharp jawline, full brows, and thin lips.

I looked at my body and was stunned that I was naked in bed with him.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled at him, before the events of the previous night hit me.

I had been invited by Layla Parker to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla was from a rich family; she was 24, fair, and my best friend from college.

Though I knew Layla came from a wealthy family, I came from a struggling home. She had promised I would have fun at her party, even when I didn't want to. I agreed, and now I was in bed with an unknown man.

"I should be the one asking you what the hell you're doing in my bed. This is a VIP suite. How did you get in here, miss?" asked the handsome man in bed, shifting away from me. I was stunned by his masculine physique: broad chest, chiseled abs, and six-pack abs.

"Don't drool at me like that. Get up and get out!" he barked, and I refused.

"I'm a virgin, not a prostitute, and you slept with me! Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we get entangled in bed?" I sobbed, unable to believe I had slept with an unknown man. He ignored me and pulled the bedsheet from my body to cover himself.

As he went into the bathroom, the sound of running water filled my ears. The entrance door swung open, and Layla came in with Jacob Stone, my fiancé.

"So this is what you do now, Eva? You hook up, after everything I did to support you," Jacob accused me, standing at the door with Layla.

"No, Jacob. I don't know what happened. Layla, you invited me to your party. How did I end up with that stranger in the bathroom?" I asked my best friend, needing her help.

Layla wore a short blue dress and clung to Jacob's arm, as if she were his girlfriend.

"Jacob, I don't know what Eva is saying. She came to my party and told me she was looking forward to meeting a rich guy in this luxury five-star hotel, the Owen's Hotel. I had no idea how she got here until I asked the security men," Layla lied to Jacob, and he believed her.

"I cannot believe you would do this, Eva. After everything I did to feed you and sponsor you, this is how you repay me. It's over between us," Jacob said, glaring at me.

"You never let me touch you, and now you gave your body willingly to another man. I want back all the money I spent on feeding and clothing you for the five years we dated. Failure to do that, and I will have you arrested. Trust me," Jacob said, snatching his hand away from Layla and walking out of the hotel room.

Layla glanced at me and smiled. "Do you think you deserve a rich man like Jacob? Look at you, Eva. A poor girl like you can never climb the ladder of wealth and power in Dominic City. You're to return to the slum where you belong. Don't worry about Jacob; I'll take care of him." Layla smirked and walked out of the room, slamming the door with a deafening sound.

Tears flooded down my cheeks as I sat on the bed speechless. Where would I get the money to pay Jacob now?

Jacob had promised to marry me after graduation, and now Layla had ruined everything, just after I graduated this year.

Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I knew crying didn't solve anything, but I wasn't going to just leave. I needed an explanation from the man in the bathroom.

How dare he use me, despite knowing I was intoxicated, yet act like I was the one who had taken advantage of him.

I waited for the man to come out, grabbing my clothes from the previous night, which I saw scattered on the floor.

It was the green dress I had worn to Layla's birthday party.

A knock on the entrance door startled me again, and I quickly used the green dress to cover my chest and shield my nakedness.

A tall man in a black suit came into the room and, seeing me shielding my chest with the green dress, he lowered his head and apologized, "I am sorry, miss. Where's Mr. Owen?"

"Mr. Owen? Who?" I asked, confused. The bathroom door opened and the handsome man stepped out.

"Leave, Pete. I'll call for you later," he said.

"Okay, boss," the tall man in black replied, and my eyes widened. This handsome stranger was a boss? Who was he, and why did the tall man call him boss?

However, the man ignored me and went to get his clothes ready.

"Mr. Owen, you cannot take advantage of me without an explanation. I was drunk last night, and I bet you were drunk too," I said accusingly, as he buttoned his shirt.

Turning to face me with his sharp green eyes, he replied, "I wasn't drunk. But how do I know you were drunk when you came into my room, offered yourself to me, and kissed me first? Do you need me to replay the footage to see what you did?"

"No, I…" I was at a loss for words. "I would never do that. You're accusing me falsely," I said, my voice quivering as I didn't remember any of it.

"I see," Mr. Owen smirked and walked over to pick up his phone.

"Have a look," he said, as he played a video from the previous night on his phone.

In the video, I couldn't believe my eyes: I barged into his room, rushed to the bed, climbed on top of him, and started kissing him.

"I don't remember doing that. That wasn't me, and how did you have the video on your phone?" I asked accusingly, and he smirked.

"Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I own this hotel and the Owen's Group in Dominic City. If anyone needs compensation between us, it's me, because you took advantage of me, and I only helped you when I sensed you were drugged. If I hadn't slept with you, who knows what damage might have happened to your body. So you should compensate me," he said, smirking, and my jaw dropped.