My One Night Billionaire Lover

“Oh my gosh, it's past 8am already; where am I and what am I doing? I'm in this large bed. I picked up my phone from the bedside, and in a moment my eyes opened with my jaw dropping, only to discover that aside from being late for work, I was far away from home, and this was my first time sleeping out. I discovered my clothes were gone and didn't remember taking them off. All of a sudden I heard a shower running and a male voice singing out of the bathroom. Just when I tried to creep with my toes quietly, out of the room with my clothes half on, a strong, compelling voice broke the silence. “Is that how you say goodbye?” He kept a firm look right into my eyes, raising his brow as he gave a fake grin. “I can't believe I just had s*x with a stranger.” I mumbled, trying to keep my voice to myself, still escaping the frigt I felt when his charming melancholic voice broke the silence from behind me. I looked up to catch his perfectly built muscular body radiating the morning sun as he stood out towards the window. “I'm sorry, I forgot to pay before we got into this, please,” I hurriedly said as I pulled out a stack of cash, walked closer to him, and made sure my steps were as calm and detailed as possible to kill every sense of panic. “You don't have to.” “Shhhh” I interrupted him, pulling his hands towards me. I returned the fake grin he gave when he walked in. “This never happened; no word from here to anyone at all.” Judging from the look of disbelief in his eyes. I saw his body fall and his eyes subbed. Maybe he wanted more, maybe he wasn't satisfied, but he's just a call boy, and so his feelings mean nothing to me, and I shouldn't feel bad breaking this. This is a no strings attached situation; why am I feeling this way? I knew it was my first time, but I never expected guilt immediately. But the more I thought of it, I gave into the cause of it being that I was drunk and sent into this situation. Believing it was not my doing kept the guilt down. “Wake up you good for nothing; finally your sins would set my son free.” Those words kept hitting the silent room walls as it pushed straight into my ears, making me shiver at every word. “Thank God it was just a dream.” I breathed and felt relaxed, but now annoyed, my soon-to-be mother-in-law was at it again. “Good morning, mother.” I greeted stretching out of bed, aising my head slowly. “What is good about this morning? Haven't I told you never to call me mother? I can never give birth to someone like you who is so desperate to marry someone way above her class. You can't be my daughter-in-law, and this time you're done for, and it's for good.” Her voice continued to gain waves in my head, striking my nerves as I continued to shake to every word in fear. “Whatever you have going on, ma'am, I'm so innocent, and this isn't going to go on.” Mumbling my way out of bed towards where she was standing, I could see she had her eyes in her phone's gallery. “What could this be?” “I'm not letting you have a second in my son's life, as you deserve no place with a decent man like my son. I'm sure your troubles made him sleep out last night.” Hearing this, I took a deep breath, sending the entire lungs I had to a total stretch as I exhaled as I fell to my knees. Remembering I had been several nights already without the man of my dreams made tears run down my face. It was early, and my face was just recovering from the night's wrinkles. “I love your son, and he knows how much he means to me, and I'm not here for any of the money or family name or fame; I just want the man who loves me so much, and over time your son has shown me nothing short of love until you came into the picture.” “Shut up, you gold digger.” “I…” My voice trembled, and my eyes grew red as every word stroked its own chord and ran its scales in my head. At this point, all I wanted was the earth open and me buried in it. My whole words were falling, and this time I had little or no knowledge about what I did wrong, and begging to be the daughter-in-law of a hard-hearted mother-in-law would only mean nothing but continuing pain, but I was ready to settle for love, and the only block I needed to stumble was my mother-in-law. “Where is my boyfriend already?” I murmured that only he can save me, as he always has a way of keeping his mother calm. At this point, all I needed was his warm arms around my shoulders and his choleric voice whispering sweet things like you're the best and I love you always and forever, just like he always did. “By the time you walk out of this room, you would not only face the world with shame, but every single dignity you saw in yourself would be destroyed all by your making.” She said as she pushed her tablet into my hands, “See for yourself, it's all over the news; you won't get away with it, as none of us would go down with you; you're done for; Now leave my son alone.” My hands couldn't hold onto the tablet upon first sight of the opening image in the gallery, losing grip. I tripped on myself, feeling every shock run down my spine; my hands went cold as I couldn't feel my legs. My heart went out for a second, and then it raced faster when it returned to live action. “I'm finished.” The words were in consonant with my hands letting go of the tablet right into the edge of the bed. “Where is she? Where is that gold digger?” His choleric, loud, but deep voice broke the entire room into its foundation, making trembles as even his mother caught the fright even more than I did, maybe due to her age. “Thank God you're here, my love.” I turned the screen of the tablet down, running towards the entrance of the room, as that voice could only be the source of my comfort. “Get out of my face.” Kicking me from his presence, he pushed me, almost going head down. I couldn't afford to even show strength but grief; my eyes raced in disbelief. “My love, what have I done?” “What have you not done already? I can't believe we were as close as a week to getting married despite being warned by my mother.” He screamed as he took the tablet from the bed. He has never been this way since I knew him; this must be his mother's blood in him. “It's all over the Internet, and I hope you're happy with yourself because. This must be a very proud moment for you to destroy all we have built as a family. You want to ruin it and bring disgrace to my family name, one name I have always held high and seek to protect. I thought to do it with you, but I have truly seen the side of you my mother always did, and I must say it's enough, and I'm calling off this wedding.” He didn't hold back any atom of words; he said all of it as though he saw it coming. “Please let me explain.” Taking the tablet to show him I was being set up, he dismissed every attempt and instead pushed me away as he made his way towards the room exit. “Don't ever set foot into this house; I don't want to ever see you again. Now leave this minute, for I have my security to do it for you.” No one wants to hear me out; could this all still be a dream? But I was sleeping last night, and the one-night stand was a dream. How come pictures of it are already in circulation? I can't believe this is actually happening. I wouldn't let her win. “Now what happens to my shears and ownership of my late mother's wealth? I need to do something and fix it, for this is not time to cry over spilt milk.