Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

CHAPTER 1

Eva Brooks:

On a bright Saturday morning, rays of sunlight seeped through the window and landed on my face. When I woke up, I felt a throbbing headache. As I moved my right hand, I froze touching another person sleeping next to me.

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

The man had a sharp jawline, full brows and thin lips. I took a look at my body, and I was stunned to find myself naked in bed with him.

"Who the hell are you!" I yelled, before the events of the previous night hit me hard.

I was invited by Layla Parker to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla was from a rich family, she was 24 years old, fair and my best friend from college. Though I knew Layla came from money, I am from a struggling home. She promised I would have fun at her party, even when I didn't want to go. I agreed, and now I am on a bed with an unknown man.

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

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

"I am a virgin. I am not a prostitute and you slept with me. Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we get entangled on the bed?" I was sobbing, unable to believe that I had had s*x with an unknown man. He ignored me and pulled the bedsheet away from my body to shield his own.

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

"So this is what you do now, Eva. You do hookups, after everything I did to support you," Jacob accused, 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 black shoes. She clung to Jacob's arm, like she was 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 honestly don't know how she got here until I asked the security men," Layla lied, and he believed her.

"I cannot believe you would do this, Eva. After everything I did to feed you, sponsor you, and 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 snatched his hand away from Layla and walked out of the hotel room.

Layla glanced at me and smiled. "Do you think you are deserving of a rich man like Jacob Stone? Look at you, Eva. A poor girl like you cannot climb the ladder of wealth and power in Dominic City. You are to return to the slum where you belong. Don't worry about Jacob, I will take care of him." Layla smirked and walked out, slamming the door with a deafening sound.

Tears flooded down my cheeks as I sat speechless. "Where do I get money to pay Jacob now? He had promised to marry me after I graduated, and now Layla had ruined everything after I graduated this year."

Wiping my tears, I knew crying didn't solve anything. But I wouldn't 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 took advantage of him.

I waited for the man to get out, grabbing my clothes from last night that I saw sprawled on the ground. It was a 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 using the dress to cover myself, he lowered his head and apologized. "I am sorry, Miss. Where is Mr. Owen?"

"Mr. Owen. Who?" I asked, confused. The bathroom opened and the handsome man who had taken care of me stepped out.

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

"Okay, boss," the tall man in black replied. My eyes widened that this handsome stranger is a boss. Who is he and why did the tall man call him boss?

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, my tone accusing as he wore his shirt and buckled it.

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 and offered yourself to me, kissing 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 will never do that. You are accusing me wrongly," I said, my voice quivering as I didn't remember doing any of that.

"I see." Mr. Owen smirked and walked up to pick up his phone. "Have a look." He played a video from last night on his phone.

In the video, I could not believe my eyes as I barged into his room, rushed to the bed, mounted on him and started kissing him.

"I didn't remember doing that. That's not me, and how do you have the video on your phone?" I asked accusingly.

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