CHAPTER 2
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Eva Brooks:
I stood speechless in a corner, watching Mr. Owen buckle his shirt and cover 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.
"Mmm. Well, you need to start by taking care of my sperm. I didn't have any protection last night, and I wouldn't want some 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 brought out his phone and contacted a number. "Pete, get me a pack of contraception and ensure that it is not expired."
The call ended and I was still standing in a corner, 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 my bath and use the bathroom?" I asked weakly. My body was aching and I could still feel my core pulsating like his rod was still in there.
"Sure, but don't stay too long so the medicine will work and flush out whatever of me you're carrying," he said coldly, like he wanted nothing to do with me.
"Okay, sir," I replied, lowering my head. I wasn't comfortable meeting his gaze.
I have heard about Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazines broadcast him among the top ten hottest men. I cannot believe I had a night with him. Even Jacob, my boyfriend, 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 realisation of what I had just found myself in. I turned on the tap and allowed the cold water to wash down my sore body.
After my bath, I borrowed a white towel I saw, since 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 five-star hotel.
Knock, knock.
The sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door startled me, and only then did I realise I had spent so much time zoning out.
Rushing to the door, I pulled it open, wrapped in a towel around my chest. My long blonde hair was wet; I am a slim woman.
Ethan's eyes trailed over my body, from my face to my chest, before moving up to my face. 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, making way for me to step out. He had already worn his light blue coat, his green eyes following me as I strolled out weakly.
"I am sorry, sir. How much do you want me to pay you?" I finally asked, not wanting to get on his wrong book 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 am at fault, I should pay you off so 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 older man out of the event hall last night—the club Layla had chosen. I had fought to escape, before running into a room and onto the bed to meet Ethan.
Now I remember how Layla had paid someone to sleep with me. She had it planned out. My fist clenched at the memory, and Ethan's voice 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 drew closer and my brows furrowed. "How about I pay you to be my personal whọre whenever I am in need of a woman to get laid with?" His lips curled 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."
Wanting to walk away, I was pulled back and pressed 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 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." My tone was broken as tears spilled down my cheeks. The image of Jacob looking at me with disappointment flashed in my mind; I cannot 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. Indeed, I am in need of a job as a tech developer, but I shook my head.
"I cannot be your secretary. I have other works to do," I replied, refusing his offer.
"I will pay you 1 million dollars per month," Ethan said, his tone sharp. My jaw dropped.
"No… I…" I wanted to refute, but 1 million dollars per month was too much for a secretary.
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