Billionaire's Dumb Yaya

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

Billionaire’s Dumb Yaya

"What’s the matter? Are you nervous?"

Daisy’s heart raced even faster the moment she heard his deep, velvety voice for the very first time. She could smell the fresh, clean scent of his shower gel drifting closer and closer. No matter how hard she tried to steady herself, the frantic pounding in her chest made her tremble uncontrollably. She had no choice but to wait—wait until his skin touched hers—because, according to the strict agreement she had signed, she was forbidden from ever seeing his face.

She had been brought to this grand house completely blindfolded. The deal was simple: ten million pesos, and in return, she would let this man get her pregnant tonight. If it weren’t for her mother’s battle with cancer—if she didn’t desperately need that huge sum for her treatment—Daisy would never have even considered something like this.

Lying on the bed, she gripped the sheet covering her body, so tightly her knuckles turned white. Moments later, she felt the mattress dip and shift beside her—he was there, climbing onto the bed. Fear seized her chest so tightly she could barely breathe, and tears instantly pricked her eyes.

Still, she remained perfectly still, not daring to move. She wore a mask that covered only the upper half of her face, with a black cloth tied securely over it. Everything around her was nothing but blurred shadows and darkness.

Seconds passed, and she heard the distinct sound of liquid being poured. Soon, a rich, aromatic scent filled the air.

A small scream escaped her, and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest when he suddenly pulled the blanket away, leaving her completely exposed. All she could do was wrap her arms tightly around herself, trying to hide.

"Sit up," he said calmly, taking her arm and guiding her into a seated position. She obeyed instantly. Then he wrapped her hand around the stem of a wine glass, closing his fingers over hers for a moment.

"This will help you relax. Drink it."

She doubted anything could calm her nerves now, but she did as she was told. Slowly, she lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip. It was a strange mix of bitterness and sweetness—strong, but not unpleasant. She drank until the glass was empty.

"How is it?" he asked, settling on the edge of the bed right next to her.

"G-good," she stammered softly.

"Want more?"

Daisy bit her lower lip. He didn’t wait for her answer; he simply refilled the glass and handed it back to her.

She drank it down again. He poured more, and she drank again—until her head felt light, as if she were made of paper. Even the smallest movement made her feel like she might tip over or float away.

"I’ve never tasted wine this sweet before… It must be expensive," she murmured, her words starting to slur slightly.

"Very expensive," he replied, a faint smile in his voice. "Do you like it?"

"Uh-huh… yeah… Can I have another?"

"Not anymore," he said gently, taking the glass from her hand and setting it on the bedside table. "That’s enough for now. If you drink too much, you’ll pass out—and I can’t have that."

Daisy let out a small, disappointed huff. He chuckled softly, amused as he caught sight of her pouting lips.

Such a cute little thing, he thought to himself, exhaling slowly as his eyes roamed over her. She was petite and delicate, yet her body was fully shaped—soft curves, full breasts, smooth skin. But one small detail caught his eye: a tiny birthmark resting just above her hip.

He let his gaze travel slowly upward. Half her face was hidden, but he could see her delicate nose and those full, red lips—lips that had been tempting him ever since she started drinking. It was maddening; he could feel his blood heating up, rushing hot through his veins.

"So… shall we get to the main event?"

He moved closer, kneeling on the bed, and Daisy felt his presence surround her completely.

He needed a child this year. It was simple. His father had threatened to cut him off—disinherit him from the entire family empire—if he didn’t produce an heir within the next two years. He had spent years building and managing their business, pouring everything into it. He would not let all that hard work be taken away over something like this.

Paying a woman to carry her child was far easier than falling in love, finding someone real, and trusting them. This way was safe, simple, and clear-cut. And trust was something he found impossible anyway—every woman who ever approached him only wanted his name, his wealth, or his status.

He came up behind her and gently guided her back down onto the bed.

"Just breathe… relax," he whispered, noticing her breathing quicken again.

She can’t be a virgin, he told himself, glancing down at her smooth thighs.

Slowly, one of his hands slid up her leg, moving higher until his fingers brushed against her intimate skin—freshly shaved, soft, and warm.

He began to touch her, moving slowly, deliberately. Daisy gasped, her back arching off the mattress as a soft, breathless sound escaped her throat. He paused for a second, looking up toward her face.

Her brow was furrowed, caught between confusion and something else. When the strange, overwhelming sensation became too much, she lifted her hands and tried to push his fingers away—but she didn’t have the strength to stop him.

She had never felt anything like this. A confusing battle between embarrassment and a pleasure she didn’t understand. Then his other hand found her breast—already hard and sensitive—and he began to caress it gently.

She probably didn’t even realize it, but soft, breathless moans were falling from her lips—music to his ears.

She didn’t know if what she was feeling was right. She didn’t know if this was supposed to be part of the deal. But she couldn’t hide it anymore. Was the heat flooding her body caused by the wine, or by every stroke of his hands? She didn’t know. All she knew was that he was strong, skilled, and with every passing second, his touch grew deeper, more intense. Blindfolded and helpless, she had nothing else to do but feel everything he did to her.

He shifted his weight, settling between her legs, pressing her down. She felt his body heavy against her hips, and his warm breath fanned across her cheek and ear.

"You’re already so wet, honey…"

She shivered, barely able to react when his low voice tickled her skin. He lifted one of her legs higher, making space for himself—and that was when Daisy felt it: something hard and hot pressing right between her thighs.