The Billionaire's Plaything

Kisses and Moans

The clinking of champagne glasses and soft music of the orchestra halted when Mrs. Callaway’s loud voice rang out across the gala. She stood at the center of the room, her face flushed with rage.

“That woman is a disgrace!” she declared, pointing a finger at Rennier. “She's nothing but a filthy slut, parading around as if she belongs here!”

The room fell silent. All condemning eyes turned to Rennier, who casually sipped her drink, unfazed by the sudden revelation.

Mrs. Callaway wasn’t done. She stepped forward, her finger trembling with indignation. “My son—my innocent son—was doing fine until you corrupted him with your disgusting ways! You’ve ruined his reputation, his future!”

Rennier lowered his glass and raised an eyebrow. “Oh? I didn’t realize your son’s future depended on me. I must be more important than I thought.”

Gasps rippled through the crowd.

“How dare you mock me!” Mrs. Callaway’s voice cracked as she jabbed her finger toward him again. “You think you can just seduce and discard people without consequences? You’re a danger to society, a predator!”

Rennier chuckled softly. “Dangerous and a predator? My, you make me sound thrilling. Should I put that on my business card?”

Mrs. Callaway’s face turned crimson red. “You’re vile. Absolutely vile! You think this is a joke? You’ve ruined lives! You—”

“Enough.”

Jake Dyrotthea’s voice stop the tension like a blade. He stepped forward, his commanding presence suppressed the clamors and the murmurs in the room. “Mrs. Callaway, this is neither the time nor the place for this.”

She spun to face him, her indignation undeterred. “Someone had to say it! People like him—”

“Are still guests at this gala,” Jake interrupted, his tone calm but firm. “And you are causing a scene.”

Mrs. Callaway sputtered, momentarily at a loss for words. “But he—”

Jake raised a hand, his sharp gaze steady. “Whatever grievances you have, settle them elsewhere. This is a charity event, not your personal stage.”

The room buzzed with whispers, but Mrs. Callaway pressed on. “Do you even know what kind of person you’re defending, Mr. Dyrotthea? She's s—”

“I know exactly who she is,” Jake said, cutting her off again. His gaze shifted briefly to Rennier, who just chuckled in amusement in response. “And I also know he doesn’t need you to announce it to everyone.”

Mrs. Callaway huffed, her chest rising and falling as she glared at Jake. “Fine. But mark my words, this isn’t over!” She turned sharply, dragging her husband away as she muttered under her breath.

The crowd began to disperse, the excitement fading. Clara approached Rennier, her expression a mix of concern and frustration.

“You need to clean up,” she said, pointing at the wine stain on her chest. “I’ll come with you.”

Rennier shook her head, grinning. “Don’t worry about me. Your parents are heading this way. Go greet them before they think I’ve corrupted you, too.”

Clara hesitated but nodded reluctantly. “Fine. Just behave yourself.”

Rennier raised her eyebrows and walked off. “When do I not?”

Jake intercepted her near the hallway, his expression unreadable. “I’ll go with you.”

They entered the lavatory, the door clicking shut behind them. Rennier approached the sink, his reflection in the mirror smirking back at him.

As he blotted the stain with a paper towel, he glanced at Jake. “Not afraid of catching my sluttiness, sir?”

Jake’s lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. “I think I’ll manage.”

Rennier's eyes widen. He's smiling?

"Ahhh," the man stopped midway upon realizing they were already in front of the women's lavatory. He looked as if he had forgotten something. "Wait for a moment," the man said and walked away.

Rennier's brows furrowed, but she immediately entered the comfort room. She didn’t know what the man had forgotten, nor was she interested. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, grateful her makeup was waterproof. She just needed to retouch, and she’d be done.

"Oh," her gaze shifted to her chest, which was wet with some wine staining her skin. She quickly opened her purse to grab a handkerchief, only to realize she hadn’t brought one. Instead, she slid her hand into her bodice to wipe the wine that had seeped inside.

"This is what happens when you prioritize aesthetics over convenience," she murmured.

She froze, however, when she saw in the mirror’s reflection that the door had opened. Jake’s face appeared, raising one eyebrow as he entered.

"Uh, sorry," Jake uttered innocently. "I just thought you might need this." He raised his right hand, holding a towel, while his left hand remained on the doorknob.

Rennier immediately smiled, though unintentionally, her smile appeared seductive, making Jake clench his jaw. She approached him to take the towel, but her smile vanished when she noticed his eyes had drifted to her chest.

Her gaze followed his and saw that one of her breasts was on the verge of being exposed.

She looked back at him and swallowed when she saw the intensity in his gaze. His lips were slightly parted as though he needed another way to breathe. He looked aroused.

A sly smile curved on Rennier’s lips. Perhaps this was her chance to bed the tycoon? She could ask for a hefty fee and leave afterward. It wouldn’t matter even if he had a short, thin, or small d**k. Rennier had long forgotten what it felt like to c*m and be wrecked with pleasure.

"Say, Mr. Dyrotthea," Rennier broke his trance. "Do you want to taste a forbidden fruit?"

Jake blinked several times as if snapping out of his fantasies. He had been caught red-handed. "What?"

"I’m asking if you’ve ever thought about doing something society would never approve of."

Jake clenched his jaw and looked away. Rennier chuckled softly. What kind of man was this? Clearly attracted to her, yet playing coy.

"What are you talking about?"

Rennier leaned forward, causing Jake to step back slightly, their lips almost brushing. However, he didn’t leave his spot.

Rennier stared deeply and enticingly into his eyes. "Some people call me a filthy w***e who’ll bed anyone," she said, biting and licking her lips. She leaned closer, her breath brushing his ear, making him shiver. Sensitive there, huh? "But they don’t know I’m filthier and the sluttiest when I’m in bed. Do you want to evaluate my performance?" she whispered, turning her head to meet his eyes in profile.

It took a while before Jake spoke. His jaw was tense, but his breathing was uneven.

"You’ll regret it," he said darkly.

Rennier laughed silently, amused. Regret? The only time she regretted something was when she didn’t get a limited-edition bag from the C-brand.

"Make me regret it, then," she said, nibbling his ear. It seemed the man’s patience snapped as his arms immediately wrapped around her waist, pushing her inside. The door closed with a click of the lock.

Jake removed his mask that astounded Rennier. Her eyes widen as she speak. "You?"

Jake raised his eyebrows, not knowing what she's pinpointing at.

"The man from the café. You're Jake Dyrotthea?"

He didn't said anything instead he captured her lips instantly, kissing her with a fervor that almost devoured her. Her back pressed against the sink as his body pinned her against it. She could feel his groin pressing against her.

‘Is he big?’

His large hands caressed her back. She placed her hands around his neck, feeling the warmth of his touch. His breath, heavy with the scent of wine, made her dizzy. She could feel the heat rising within her, even though nothing had happened yet.

‘What’s going on? Why am I so drawn to him?’

Their kiss deepened, Jake’s lips moving with a sense of urgency, as if searching for something. When his lips brushed against hers, a shiver ran down her spine.

"Mmph," she whispered softly.

Rennier didn’t know when it happened, but she noticed his jacket and vest had already fallen to the floor, leaving just his shirt.

Not wanting to be left behind, she stopped him as he began trailing kisses downward. She touched his hair, noting how soft it was. Tilting his head, she let her lips brush over his neck.

"Wait," Jake muttered, his voice barely audible.

Rennier ignored him, her lips moving to his chest. Even through the shirt, she felt the warmth of his skin as she kissed him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze fixed on the ceiling.

His body responded to her touch, and the intensity of the moment overwhelmed them both.

Rennier was meticulous in every thing she did. Her only goal was to let this man felt heaven so she could negotiate for a contract and ask him to be her sugar daddy.

He'll suck his money dry and abandon this kind of job and live in secularity.

"Rennier," Jake whispered, his voice thick with anticipation.

"No need to worry," she whispered back, her voice steady. "Tonight, I’ll give you everything."