Chapter 2
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(Eva's POV)
I stood speechless in a corner of the room, watching Mr. Owen buckle up his shirt and cover his masculine physique. I couldn't believe my ears—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 by taking care of my sperm, since I didn't use any protection last night. I wouldn't want one unknown woman to have my child," he said, his tone sharp, and I nodded.
"I will do that," I replied, 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 ensure it's not expired," he ordered, his tone sharp.
The call ended, and I was still standing in the 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 ached, and I could still feel my core pulsating, like his rod was still inside me.
"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, uncomfortable to meet his gaze.
I had heard about Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazines broadcasted him among the top ten richest men. I couldn't believe I had spent 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 trembled at the realization of what I had just found myself in. I turned on the tap and let the cold water wash over my sore body. After my bath, I borrowed a white towel I found, 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 realize 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, and I was a slim woman.
Ethan's eyes trailed over my body—from my face to my chest, then back 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 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 to me 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 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 man out of the event hall last night—the club where Layla had chosen. However, I had fought to escape him before running into this next room and rushing to the bed to meet Ethan. Now I remembered how Layla had paid someone to sleep with me; she had 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're a virgin and a good girl last night," he said, drawing near me, and my brows furrowed.
"How about I pay you to be my personal whọre, whenever I'm in need of a woman to get laid with?" he said, his lips curling into a smile as he drew closer 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 from him, 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, 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 virginity 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.
"I cannot be your secretary. I have other work to do," I replied, refusing his offer.
"I will pay you 1 million per month," Ethan said, his tone sharp, and my jaw dropped.
"No… I…" I wanted to refuse, but 1 million per month was too much for a secretary.
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