Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

Chapter 2

Eva's POV

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

I couldn’t believe my ears. I’d 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.

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

“I will do that,” I said, but he scowled.

“I don’t trust you,” he said, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.

“Pete, get me a pack of contraception and make sure it isn’t expired,” he ordered, his tone sharp.

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

“Can I at least have a bath and use the bathroom?” I asked weakly. My body ached, and I could still feel my core pulsing as if his length was still inside me.

“Sure, but don’t stay too long. The medicine needs to work and flush out whatever of me you’re carrying,” he said coldly, as though he wanted nothing to do with me.

“Yes, sir,” I replied, lowering my head, unable to meet his gaze.

I had heard about Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazine had featured him among the top ten hottest men. I couldn’t believe I’d spent a night with him.

Even Jacob, my fiancé, was nowhere near Ethan’s rank in this city.

Slowly, I went into the bathroom and sank into the cold water. My body trembled at the realization of what I had just found myself in.

I turned on the tap and let the cold water wash down my sore body. After my bath, I borrowed a white towel I saw; the bathroom was filled with a man’s cologne. I didn’t need anyone to tell me this was Ethan’s luxury suite in this luxury five-star hotel.

Knock knock.

The sound jolted me, and only then did I realize I had spent so much time zoning out.

I rushed to the door and pulled it open, wrapped in a towel around my chest.

My long blonde hair was wet. I was a slim woman.

Ethan’s eyes trailed over my body, from my face to my chest, then back up to my face, as he stood tall before me.

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

“I’m sorry, sir. How much do you want me to pay you?” I finally asked, 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 and asked, “Can you afford me?”

“Huh, but we already had s*x last night, so since I’m 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: I recalled getting dragged by an old chubby man out of the event hall last night—the club Layla had chosen. I had fought to escape the man before running into the next room and to the bed where Ethan was. Now I remembered how Layla had paid someone to sleep with me; she’d planned it all 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. My brows furrowed.

“How about I pay you to be my personal mistress, and whenever I need a woman to sleep with, you’ll be there,” he said, his lips curling up in a smile as he moved next to me and shifted wet strands of hair away from my face and neck.

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

As I tried to walk away, he pulled me back against the wall.

“This wasn’t what you did last night. You begged me to take you,” he said, his voice cold, his sharp green eyes peering into my blue orbs.

“I was drunk. I would 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, and I couldn’t stop my tears.

“Fine. Since you want to pay me, I’ll offer you a job to work for me as my personal secretary. What do you say?” Ethan asked. 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 replied, refusing his offer.

“I will pay you one million per month,” Ethan said, his tone sharp.

My jaw dropped.

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