A Contract Marriage With The Billionaire

As soon as Melanie opened her eyes, the first sensation she felt was pains in between her thighs. She struggled up from the bed, her head was aching so badly. Lowering her head instinctively, she found out that she was n***d. A gasp escaped her mouth, and she covered her mouth with her palms. She was sure that she's the only one in the hotel room, but she was seeing clothes of a man and of herself all over the place. The red stains on the white bedsheet, and red stains on her thighs made her almost collapse. She didn't need anyone to tell her that she had lost her virginity. "But with whom?" She didn't ask anyone because she saw no one else in the room. She attended a friend's birthday party last night, then how did she end up n***d in her own hotel room? How did she end up losing her virginity? Her heart was racing, tears refused to come out of her eyes when she so much longed for it to. Her cellphone rang aloud, and she picked it up. It was her best friend Janice Coker. "Hey babes... I've been calling you. To be honest, this might be the one hundredth time that I've dialed your number" Janice's voice echoed out of the phone's speaker. Melanie was still shocked, and words were very difficult for her to say. "Uhm... I'm sorry about that. I had a lot to drink last night, so I slept heavily. Janice, can you still remember my room number here?" Melanie managed to speak up. "Are you still drunk, Melan? Gosh! You're unbelievable. Wasn't it room 689 that you checked into?" Janice scoffed, and Melanie coughed slightly. "That's right! Did I check in here with anyone else?" Melanie snapped, and could hear her best friend scoffing. "Of course not. You're the only one who got into the room, I told you I had emergencies that I have to take care of it. By the way, I have something to do now, see you later" Janice blew kisses at her before hanging up the call. Melanie dropped the cellphone on the bed, and exhaled deeply with her eyes closed. What the f*** is going on? How did she lose her virginity when she came into her room? "Send the bottle of wine to room 686 right now" She heard a male voice coming from the bathroom. "Is there someone else in this room?" She grabbed the duvet, and covered her n***d body immediately. Frightened, Melanie raised her head and saw a muscular handsome guy walking out of the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist, showing off his broad sexy shoulder. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened in shock immediately he walked to her with a seductive smile that sent cold shivers down her spine. "What... What are you doing here?" Wasn't he one of the VIP guests at the Brenda's birthday party? How did he get into her room? Janice just told her that she was the only one who was in the room, so what's a half n***d guy doing in her room? "Huh?" Harry Lee sneered at her surprised look. "I think it would have been better if you become an actress. You're so good with your acting skills. Very impressive!" "What do you mean by that?" Melanie narrowed her eyebrows still holding the duvet tightly to herself. Harry squinted looking at her up and down. His expression was quite icy, and his voice went up. "You've been all over me since last night when you saw me at that f****** party, now you've succeeded in taking advantage of me when I was drunk" Melanie clenched her fist trying hard to hold back her anger, but she couldn't help it. What does he mean by that she took advantage of him. "Are you sure you're okay because you sound like you're not?" She fired back at him. He smirked, and sat heavily on the couch. Taking out a stick of cigarette from the pack of cigarettes on the table beside the couch, he lighted the stick of cigarette that was already in between his lips. His expression was remorseless, smoke emanated his mouth and nostrils while he crossed his legs. "I think I know what's wrong with you girlie? You might think I'm dumb, but I know what girls like you want. Since you did your part well last night, name your price" He spoke in the most arrogant manner that she have ever seen. He was going to pay her off like she was some p********e from the street or what? "Punk!" A plume of smoke wafted over, making her choke. She coughed slightly because the smoke was too much. How the f*** did she end up with this arrogant guy? Melanie dragged the duvet closer to her bosom still glaring at Harry who was busy smoking the cigarette. "What's your room number?" She asked him in between gritted teeth. Harry squinted with a why-do-you-ask look, but he answered her anyway. "Room 686" He replied with a snort. Melanie jerked up from the bed wrapping the duvet all over body. Harry raised his head staring at her to know what exactly she was up to. She walked closer to the land telephone, and grabbed it. Melanie found the receptionist number, and dialed it with the land telephone on loudspeaker. Now, she has to find out whose the intruder amongst the both of them. "May I ask, what's my room number please?" She blurted out immediately. The line was silent for a while. Probably, the receptionist was shocked that she's asking her such a dumb question. But she has to know why there's an arrogant man in her supposed hotel room. It was only after a while that a sweet female voice came through. "Your room number is 689, ma'am" "689?" Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he kicked his feet against the table in annoyance while Melanie stared at him with anger engulfing her...... TBC....