Chapter 2

[Eva Brooks]

I stood speechless in a corner of the room, watching Mr. Owen buckle up his shirt and cover up his masculine physique.

I couldn’t believe my ears that I had just had a one-night stand with the richest bachelor in Dominic City. How was this possible? How did I get into his hotel room?

“I don’t have money to compensate you,” I said at last, my voice low.

“Well, you need to start with taking care of my sperm, as I didn’t have any protection last night and I wouldn’t want one unknown woman to have my child,” he said, his tone sharp.

I nodded. “I will do that,” I replied, but he scowled.

“I don’t trust you,” he said, as he brought his phone and contacted a number. “Pete, get me a pack of contraception and ensure that it is not expired,” he ordered, his tone sharp.

The call ended and I was still standing in a corner of the room, after seeing the video evidence that I was the one who had rushed into his room and demanded that he sleep with me.

“Can I at least have my bath and use the bathroom?” I asked him weakly. My body was aching and I could still feel my pụssy pulsating like his rod was still in there.

“Sure, but don’t stay too long so that the medicine will work and flush out whatever of me that you’re carrying,” he said coldly, like he didn’t want to have anything to do with me.

“Okay, sir,” I replied, lowering my head, as I wasn’t comfortable meeting his gaze.

I had heard about Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazines published him among the top ten wealthiest men. I couldn’t believe that I had a night with him.

Even Jacob Stone, my fiancé, wasn’t close to Ethan’s rank in this city.

Slowly, I went into the bathroom and sank into the cold water, my body trembling at the realization that I had just found myself inside. I turned on the tap and allowed the cold water to wash down my sore body.

After my bath, I grabbed a white towel I saw, since the bathroom was filled with a man’s scent. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that this was Ethan’s luxury suite in this luxury five-star hotel.

[Knock, knock.]

The sound of someone knocking on the bathroom startled me, and only then did I realize that I had spent so much time zoning out.

Rushing to the door, I pulled it open as I was wrapped in a white towel around my chest. My long blonde hair was wet, and I was a slim woman.

Ethan’s eyes trailed over my body, from my face to my chest, before moving up to my face as he stood taller in front of me.

“What was taking you so long to bathe? I have somewhere to be and you’re wasting my time,” he said, as he made way for me to step out. He had already worn his light blue coat, his green eyes following me as I strolled out of the bathroom weakly.

“I am sorry, sir. How much do you want me to pay you?” I finally asked him, not wanting to get on his wrong side, or get arrested.

“Hahaha,” Ethan laughed, his deep voice making my heart flutter as I raised my head and looked at his face. He took a step closer to meet me and asked, “Can you afford me?”

“Huh, but we already had sex last night, so since I am at fault, I should pay you off, so that nothing links us,” I replied, as my phone rang in my bag.

A memory flashed in my head and I recalled getting dragged by an old man out of the event hall last night—the club that Layla had chosen.

However, I had fought to escape the old man's clutch, before running away into the next room and running to the bed to meet Ethan. Now I remembered how Layla had paid someone to sleep with me; she had it planned out. My fist clenched at the memory, and Ethan’s words brought me back to reality.

“You don’t have to worry about paying me since you were a virgin and a good girl last night,” he said, drawing next to me, and my brows furrowed.

“How about I pay you to be my personal whọre, for whenever I am in need of a woman to get laid with, and you will be available?” he said, his lips curling up in a smile as he drew next to me and shifted my wet hair strands away from my face and neck.

Smacking his hand away, I warned him, “I am not a prostitute. Sorry, Mr. Owen. You should find someone else to get laid with often.”

When I tried to walk away, he pulled me back and pressed me against the wall. “This wasn’t what you did last night. You begged me to take you,” he said, his voice cold, and his sharp green eyes peered at my blue orbs.

“I was drunk. I will never do that. I kept myself for my husband as a wedding gift and my best friend drugged me and made me lose my chastity to you. I will not do it. If you need me to compensate you, name your price and I will do that,” I replied, my tone broken as tears spilled down my cheeks.

The image of Jacob looking at me with disappointment flashed in my mind as I could not stop my tears.

“Fine. Since you want to pay me, I will offer you a job to work for me, as my personal secretary. What do you say?” Ethan asked, and indeed I was in need of a job as a tech developer, but I shook my head.

“No. I cannot be your secretary. I have other work to do,” I said, refusing his offer.

“I will pay you one million per month,” Ethan offered, his tone sharp, and my jaw dropped.

“No . . . I . . .” I wanted to protest, but one million per month was too much for a secretary.