The Billionaire’s Spoiled Heiress

Chapter 5

Caprice Montemayor’s POV

I must really be losing my mind.

In the one month that Heath and I have been together, practically moving in the same space, I seem to be losing interest in other men. I just force myself, and in my imagination, he's the one on top of me.

I don't think I'll be at peace until I get Heath.

Maybe if I realize that he's not as good in reality as he is in my imagination, this feeling I have for him will disappear.

I drugged him.

Yes, I am the worst.

I'm that woman who acts according to what I wants. The villain in the stories. I'm just thankful that the man I desire doesn't have a partner.

What I've done is not forgivable, I act like I r*ped my bodyguard for the sake of my libido that's burning my whole body.

After a satisfying s*x between him, it seems like I really can't let him go easily. He's more than what I imagined. My g-spot has been reached several times, and that is the best moment of having s*x.

But I feel like Heath hit my A-spot because my whole body was really convulsing. I've never felt anything have such a strong effect on me.

My ex used to take that love dr*g, and he performed so well when he did, that's why we lasted so long because we satisfied each other's lust and needs.

I had a hard time replacing that jerk because of the satisfaction he gave me, what more Heath, who has a different performance? It's harder to find a man like him if that's the case!

My satisfaction is really 1M/100. What if Heath was really skilled? He's stiff, and he's still in a repetitive routine in the few times we've been together. But what do I need the twists and turns for if they can't hit the spot that Heath hits for me?

I looked at the empty bed and smiled because he wasn't next to me anymore.

I'm sure I didn't take a bath because I was so tired after that, but when I woke up, I was sure he cleaned me and I was already wearing thin sleepwear and even had a blanket on.

No man has ever done this to me. All the men I sleep with just leave me lying down, others I'll just feel on top of me again, and I'll wake up because they entered me. But I'm not complaining, I really think I'm addicted to s*x. I just can't be satisfied with just one man since I broke up with my ex.

I focused more on the satisfaction of my body, that's probably why I don't have a decent partner because I just want s*x, and if they leave, it's their performance that I regret.

I got up and even winced at the pain in my hips. Even my womanhood was sore, it was used so much. I got out of bed and headed to the shower. When I finished, I just put on a robe and went downstairs because I was hungry.

I found Heath wearing his usual bodyguard suit and tie. He was sitting on the sofa.

He was hunched over with his hands together.

"I'm hungry, what's there to eat?" I asked.

He seemed surprised, did I look like a monster to scare him like that?

"Miss!" I could immediately see the regret on his face when he stood up.

"I'm sorry, I gave in to the heat I was feeling. I don't know why I did that to you even though I knew you were drunk. I know no explanation can ease your mind—"

"It's fine, you hit me so deep." I smiled at him.

His expression was unreadable.

I approached him. "Dad will surely get mad," I played with his necktie.

He's really getting more handsome as time goes by. The heat in my body is coming alive again.

I knew he was panicking. I knew his problem because Dad said it. I found that out because I wanted to hold him by the neck. I must really be a bad woman.

"But because we both enjoyed it, and you satisfied me way better than my ex, let's continue this and be each other's bed warmer."

I stood on tiptoe and kissed his neck.

"I want more of you, Heath."

"We won't repeat that mistake again." He said sternly.

"Oh, so, are you ready for Dad to find out that you touched me, which is against your duty to protect me?"

I saw him swallow and smirked.

"My dad will surely get mad at you."

That was a lie, Dad knows that I like Heath, and I know he's against it, but he can't do anything either. And if Heath explains to Dad, I know that Dad will understand him. But unfortunately, to stay with this man and that kind of relationship, I need to manipulate him.

"Let's eat," I invited him. Because I might lose myself again.

He already set the table, and his coffee, which had already gotten cold, was there.

He served me and accompanied me. But he was obviously troubled.

I knew I left a lot of kiss marks on him, so I was annoyed that they were just covered by his uniform.

The telephone rang, and he stood up to answer it.

When he came back, he looked like he was back to normal. He was pale earlier.

"Someone called, Manager Jim, he said. He's calling you, Miss."

"Oh? I don't know where my cellphone is. Look in the room."

He followed.

I took his coffee and drank it. I smiled because it had really gotten cold.

I don't really like coffee that much, but I try it, especially when I have a hangover. But this is different.

When he handed me my cellphone, he went back to what he was eating. I smiled when he looked at his coffee and frowned. But he didn't seem to suspect me and just continued eating.

My cellphone rang, and it was Manager Jim who was calling.

"Hello, mother, what's up?" I greeted him in a lively tone. I'm really so lively and wet. "Acting in a one-week story?" I frowned. "You know that I just joined the acting lesson under you because I liked the boylet who became my boyfriend." I laughed.

Heath glanced at me but immediately looked away.

Our conversation was also long before it ended. Mother Jim has become a manager of new artists. But her talents aren't that famous, most of them are extras or side characters, but not major roles. But Mother Jim is very hardworking, and I know that all her artists are good, it's just that there's no role yet for them to be more known.

We met because she was one of the teachers in the acting class I went to, because I found out that the university hunk I liked was taking acting lessons there. And that's where I became closer to the man, but he became busy. When he came back, we had a relationship, he was the five-month boyfriend who was single for a year.

If others dream of becoming artists, my only dream is to become famous there.

Now, a famous station is making a one-week story that stars new artists because maybe the talent fee is also lower. They say they're based on the popular novels now, and she thought of putting me in because her talents have their own things to do now.

I agreed because there are many handsome men there for sure, maybe my attention will be diverted to others. But if not, bad luck Heath, he needs to endure me for a long time.

"Are you sure about your decision, miss?" Heath asked while driving.

"Yep, but if you tell me to just go home and enjoy ourselves, I'd rather choose that," I said laughing.

He just shook his head.

It looked like a joke, but it's true. I'd rather be with him in bed than tire myself out acting. Maybe I really don't have a drive because money is easy for me. I don't even need to work, and I can still get everything I want.

That's why Heath is more exciting to me, because he's not easy to get. And I still need a lot of ceremonies before I can probably make this man feel the need that I feel every time he's near.

I bumped my head near the car window when I remembered how sexy and hot the man next to me is when he's naked.

"Are you okay, miss?" he worriedly pulled the car over.

He even fixed my head. I'm okay, but I just lost my mind more when our bodies touched because he was holding my face and he was so close.

"M—"

I grabbed his head and claimed his lips.

I'm not this desperate, I want to be the one who's desired, but with this man, it seems like I'm the one who's going to be delirious with the desire to have us in bed again.

He moved away from me, so I almost rolled my eyes in irritation.

He wiped his lips because there was lipstick smeared on him.

"Miss, you won't repeat that." He said sternly.

"No, I'll repeat that because I want to." I also answered sternly.

He looked at me, but I didn't make eye contact.

The car continued again, and he didn't talk to me.

After a while, I put my palm on his thigh.

"Heath, stop the car, let's go to the nearest motel, please?" I even gave him puppy eyes.

But he ignored me. Annoying!

Until the place where I'll meet Jim, he didn't talk to me. Okay, I know I'm wrong. How can I apologize to this man?