Hiding The Billionaire's Triplets

CHAPTER 3

Tamara dropped her jaw to the ground. She let go of both her cell phone and the glass.

“Those fuckers.” She gritted her teeth. She wanted to scream and rage, but she couldn’t because people were watching her.

“What happened to you?” She was startled when the man she had just spoken to suddenly appeared. “Let’s proceed to the room. I badly need someone, exactly a stranger, to talk about my problem,” the man said seriously as he continued to walk towards his exclusive room.

Tamara finds herself climbing the stairs as her heels echo in the hallway.

Yeah. Sharing personal experiences with strangers is better because strangers won’t judge you.

Tamara has been laughing nonstop while telling stories about what happened yesterday with her ex-boyfriend and ex-best friend. She was already very drunk and had almost finished several bottles of alcohol.

“That punk. I can’t forgive him. He must be happy now. He’s having a baby with my best friend,” she laughed again. Zavier sighed as he watched her, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but find her even more attractive when she was drunk.

Zavier grinned and reached into his jacket pocket. He quickly put it back when he realized he didn’t need it anymore because he had something else in mind.

“How about…you?” Tamara asked, her words slightly slurred as she continued to drink. “I haven’t heard from you yet.” Since she arrived, she had been the only one talking, while Zavier just listened. He didn’t feel bored; instead, he found himself captivated by Tamara’s appearance whenever she spoke.

“Let’s just say it’s a family problem,” the man replied briefly, setting aside his glass of alcohol.

“Hmm. Me too. Me too!” Tamara laughed again. Zavier took the glass from her hand, and she immediately complained.

“I will finish those bottles! Give that to me!” Tamara reached for the glass, but Zavier raised it higher.

“Enough now. You’re drunk,” Zavier said, his voice firm as he moved the glass further away.

Because Tamara was already drunk, she suddenly lost her balance and leaned into Zavier’s chest. They locked eyes, both feeling the same thing. Lust.

Both of them were intoxicated, and the air conditioning only added to their growing heat.

“Will you sleep with me?” Zavier suddenly asked, his hand starting to move up Tamara’s thigh. This had been his intention all along. He needed Tamara, and he wouldn’t stop until he had her. He had been hard for a long time!

Tamara didn’t answer but shook her head for some reason. “I don’t want to continue this,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“We will continue this. I am desperate,” Zavier said firmly, pulling Tamara’s thighs closer to him. She suddenly felt weak and helpless. “Just for tonight, Tamara. Just for tonight. I have been trapped at home, following orders for months and years. This is just a request. Just fulfill my needs as a man, and I will reward you,” Zavier pleaded desperately, his gaze fixed on Tamara’s eyes.

“I don’t need a reward, you jerk. I have never been intimate with any boys. Let go of my thigh,” Tamara definitely replied, adjusting her clothes.

“Okay,” he simply said, grabbing the alcohol from the table. Tamara sat up straight, as if she had just woken up.

“I’ll go to the dance floor, and I’m going to enjoy this night because tonight will be the last time I cry over that jerk,” she muttered with resentment before leaving Zavier in her room. Tamara stumbled as she made her way to the center of the room. She had been looking for Ella, but she couldn’t find her anywhere. She scratched her head in confusion.

Suddenly, someone approached her from behind, one of the regular drinkers at the bar who was known for never being turned down by women. The man was delighted and full of confidence, thinking he could easily have this tall, sexy woman in her fitted dress with fair skin.

Tamara immediately pushed the man away and slapped his cheek. “How dare you touch me? Pervert!” she shouted, forcefully pushing him away.

Instead of backing off, the man was even more pleased with Tamara’s reaction. She was the type of woman who played hard to get, but once her neck was kissed, she would give in immediately. However, Tamara was different from the women he had encountered before.

“It’s okay, baby. Do you want to sleep with me? I’ll take you to heaven,” the man said, his desire evident as he wrapped his arm around Tamara’s waist and groped her buttocks.

“Let go of me! You pervert!” she shouted nervously, slapping him again.

“Do not be coy! And even if you keep shouting here, people don’t care because this place is made for us to burst our heat! You will come with me whether you like it or not—” the man stopped speaking as he suddenly leaped onto the dance floor.

Tamara’s mouth fell open as her eyes widened, staring at the unconscious man. She turned to the one responsible and saw that it was Zavier, burning with anger.

“Are you alright?” Zavier asked her, pulling her arm to observe her.

“T-Thank you,” she thanked him, holding onto Zavier’s hand as she suddenly felt comfortable.

“That jerk. He never learns.” Zavier shook his head as he led Tamara to a vacant table. “Next time you want to come here, wear a decent and not revealing dress. That’s why you get harassed,” he lectured her. Tamara immediately scowled.

“Excuse me? It’s on the men. We have the freedom to wear what we want, and you guys are just perverts,” Tamara retorted, releasing Zavier’s hand and crossing her arms over her chest, even clasping her hands on her thighs.

Zavier couldn’t believe Tamara’s words as he shook his head. “I got dragged into this.”

“It’s true,” Tamara rolled her eyes again, as if the drunkenness had disappeared due to the disrespect of the unknown man who was still being gossiped about by the people on the dance floor.

Zavier grabbed a bottle of alcohol and poured a drink into a glass to offer it to Tamara, but she wasn’t focused on Zavier; she was focused on the two people next to their table. The woman was clinging to the man, joyfully savoring his lips.

Clutching his fist, he stood up when he realized it was Jomari and Rina.

“Pigs,” he muttered with trembling lips. He was about to confront them when Zavier pulled him to his side.

“What are you doing? Is that the effect of alcohol on you?” he asked, furrowing his brow. Tamara gasped and turned back to the table where the two were still seated.

“My ex is here, and my treacherous friend,” she said with resentment, quickly downing the drink Zavier had poured for her.

Zavier’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at the two people beside their table. A smirk grew on his lips. He suddenly embraced Tamara.

“What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, trying to push her arm off his shoulder.

“You need to get revenge, at least small things, and make him feel that he is easy to replace,” he explained to the girl. That was the only masculine thing in his eyes as he suddenly held her chin and gave her a simple kiss while his hands were wrapped around her waist. “He is looking at us, respond,” he said in the middle of their kiss.

Tamara closed her eyes tightly and hugged the man on his neck to deepen the kiss herself. She didn’t realize that Zavier had already lifted her onto his lap and embraced her waist even tighter.

Both their bodies were now burning with heat, and they didn’t want to let go of their kiss.

“Tamara?” they both stopped kissing at the sound of their name being called. All desire vanished from Tamara’s eyes, quickly replaced by anger when she saw Jomari, insisting that she should stop what she was doing.