Mr. Billionaire Swindled Me Into Marriage

3. Who You Calling Ma'am?

Athena was awakened by the blinding sunlight coming through the gap between the curtains and an intense headache. She blinked her eyes to adjust her vision whilst her hand was massaging her temple.

She slowly opened her eyes only to see a tanned chest. Athena squeezed her eyes shut once again to test if she was just seeing things but when she opened her eyes once again, it was still there.

What happened? She thought. Everything that transpired last night was a blur except for the part where she asked for the most handsome man in the club and now she’s lying on a stranger’s bed…….

Peaking inside the blanket, she saw that she was no longer wearing anything underneath.

I slept with a stranger. My first was wasted in such a way. Athena mourned but as she got to stare at the man’s face once again with a clear mind, she suddenly thought that it wasn’t such a waste after all.

Losing her virginity to a gorgeous man was not a total loss but what happens if he wakes up? It would be awkward.

Athena panicked.

She gently backed away from him only to realize that she was securely locked in his arms.

"Good morning, little dove." Hunter greeted when he felt movement from her.

"Who are you?" she muttered feeling anxious at the consequences of her stupid actions. If it wasn’t because of that cheating, son of god-knows-what Jackson she wouldn’t be in this bed with a stranger and naked no less.

"When you gave your card to the receptionist and bought my services, you never asked for my name. You did ask me though, in the middle of our—---"

“STOP! I get it.” Hunter smirked and got up from bed.

Athena instinctively covered her eyes with her hand but she couldn’t help but take a peek in between her fingers. That was when she got the full view of his body. She knew he was good looking but it seems like that was an understatement. Because he does not only have a gorgeous face, he has a gorgeous body as well. It’s like staring at a perfectly sculpted statue in a museum but in his case, it was the heavens that sculpted him. Athena noticed the scars on his body, but it didn’t make him less gorgeous. In fact, it only added to his appeal.

She had never seen a man’s naked body before. Although her best friend would send her R-rated movies like Fifty Shades of Grey, this man’s body is way better than those men she had seen in movies.

Athena tried to move only to feel a sharp pain between her legs. She frowned not knowing what caused it but when she saw the blood stain on the blanket that’s when she remembered everything that transpired last night.

Her face paled as all the memories came rushing in. She remembered going to the strip club that her best friend recommended. She drank a whole bottle of tequila and embarrassed herself in front of everyone.

Everything was still a blur. She can remember bits of the activity that they did. It seemed the effects of the alcohol were wearing off as they had s*x and it was clear to Athena’s memories how they did IT all over the place.

Even on top of a piano? What if one of the housekeeping sees any residue from—--” Ahhhh! What an animal have you become, Athena?” She thought sounding horrified. She was mentally punching herself for all the stupid things she did. Thinking about last night’s excursion only intensified her hangover.

She did pay the man for the night. All they did was only because she paid for it. She’s simply getting her money’s worth.

Athena once again looked at the man and felt ashamed. The situation was too awkward that she just wanted to be buried alive. She’s wondering what to do. Is she going to stand up and leave or will he be the first to leave? She knew nothing of how these things work.

What if he disclose information about what happened between them? She can’t remember signing a non-disclosure agreement. Athena’s anxieties were piling up and she started to panic. If anyone will know that she went to a strip club and got devirginized, what would people say?

Athena cleared her throat and uttered a word to break the silence in the room. "Your place is beautiful."

“Thank you.” Hunter replied as he walked out of the bathroom fully dressed then he added, “My closet is on the other side of this room. You could borrow some of my clothes.”

He walked out of the room and came back with a glass of water and medicine. “Drink it. It’s for your hangover.”

"Thank you.” she took the medicine from his hand and avoided touching his skin.

After drinking the medicine Athena looked at him awkwardly and said, “Could you go out first?”

Feeling embarrassed, Athena covered herself with the blanket and took a peek at him. "I will shower you with praises when I submit my feedback and next time, I will surely call on you again."

The last part was a flat out lie. Athena promised herself that she would never set foot on this building again. She would burn her membership card and bury its ashes in the ground if need be. If it's possible she would move to New York to her grandmother just so she could never see even a shadow of this man ever again.

Hunter raised an eyebrow and smirked. He didn’t show amusement on his face, instead, he replied, "Good. Then I shall look forward to it Miss Anderson. I’ll be leaving first. Breakfast is already being prepared."

Athena frowned when she heard him utter her last name. She can’t remember ever telling him her name, let alone her family name.

Hunter walked out of the room completely, and that was when Athena was able to breathe. She ran her fingers through her hair roughly, with so much frustration.

“Ahrrgg. Athena you stupid girl. Are you out of your mind? Why did you listen to that crazy Maddison? Huh?"

Athena punched and vented all her anger, her frustrations on the pillows beside her. Blaming Jackson for everything that’s happened to her. After getting used to the strange pain, she got out of bed and took a quick shower. She went to Hunter’s closet to get a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. She didn’t want to borrow anything from him but remembering how he ripped her dress made her reconsider.

After getting fully dressed, it was only then, that she realized how big and spacious the room was. Even all the materials used and the furniture of the room were obviously expensive. There was even a minibar and a small lounge area. Seeing the wine, chapaign and tequilas displayed in the minibar made Athena shiver. Last night will be her first and last experience with alcohol.

She then gathered her things and took her purse. However, as soon as she opened the door, she was surprised to see a group of men in black uniforms right outside the door making her wonder if this was still part of the services that she paid for.

There were five men standing right outside the door. One of them took a step forward and said, "Good morning, Mrs. King."

Mrs. King?

Athena looked back to make sure she was the only one leaving the room. “What are you talking about?”

She wondered what in the gods name did she not remember doing? Did she buy all these people as well? Her father would kill her if he finds out she was spending money on black-suited men.

“I am Charles Lincoln and I will be your personal bodyguard from this day forward.” Athen blinked her eyes in confusion.

What is happening here? She thought.

It took her a couple of minutes to realize that she is nowhere in Empire building and it seemed like she’s not even in Las Vegas anymore.

“What the hell?” she blurted out.

“According to the chef, breakfast will be served in about five minutes, so if you’d please let us guide you to the dining.” the man who introduced himself as Charles was different compared to the man she was with last night.

Athena was able to relax around Charles right away. He is somehow friendly and she could tell that he is aproachable but she’s still confused about what was going on.

“No, no, I’m fine thank you. I was just about to leave. Can you tell me where we are? Is this some sort of hotel?” she asked.

“I’m afraid I cannot let you leave Ma’am. Our boss specifically instructed us to make sure that you have your breakfast. And this isn’t a hotel, this is a private property.” Charles replied but it only added to her confusion. “Wait, what? A private property? Who’s property?”

“We are at the Empire Estate, Ma’am.” Athena frowned as the name sounded familiar. “And your boss? Who is he?”

“Our boss is Mr. Jax Hunter King, your husband.”