Flirting My Billionaire Boss

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Simon Basset reached out to pull a glass of wine from the table. The man’s jet-black, hawk-like eyes seemed to circle the entire area within his field of vision. Enjoying beat after beat of the increasingly deafening music, Simon was running away from the one thing that had been making it difficult for him to think lately.

It was his father Basset, who kept Simon from enjoying his life easily.

“Go to Singapore,” Kane Basset ordered his youngest son, who had just returned from the club a week ago. Shuffling around in the living room of their London residence, the middle-aged man didn’t seem to be playing around with what he was saying. “Since you’ve done me a disservice, spending too much money on partying and not making any choices, I’m now going to take charge of your life.”

Inevitably, Simon widened his eyeballs. Never had his father objected to the lifestyle he led, as Simon had tried his best not to be a troublemaker. Not at all, especially not in Kane’s life. Hadn’t they been living peacefully with each other until now? So, why was Kane suddenly trying to dictate what Simon did?

“I don’t want to,” Simon said at the time. He already liked the way he lived, and wasn’t spending money the gift the universe had given him until now?

Kane’s eyeballs widened. Pursing his lips, the man strode across the living room.

“If that’s the case, then get out of here and earn your own money,” he said firmly as if he’d prepared for it. “I won’t pay for anything else if you don’t cooperate to help me run things.”

Then, Simon had no choice. He was not that independent to live without Kane Basset, and that was where he was now. Sitting contemplating his fate with the glass of wine he had been sipping for the past hour while looking around.

Phillip, his friend, had said he would be here shortly, and it seemed Simon would have to be alone until he showed up. The club where he was sitting was right on the top floor of the hotel he was staying in, before Simon would fly to another city in a few days. To fulfill his father’s assignment, of course.

Tucking the rim of the round glass between his lips, Simon’s bead suddenly stopped on a woman who seemed to be watching him from a distance that was not too far stretched. The woman seemed to be staring with an increasingly obvious condescension, which then made Simon wonder if he recognized the woman before this.

Replying to the woman’s gaze, Simon thought that the woman might lower her gaze soon. But that was not the case, as the woman now got up from the chair she was sitting on. Simon waited. Until the woman stopped at the edge of the round table he was sitting on, pressing his chest with a consciousness that didn’t seem to be completely left.

“You... where did you buy this shirt?” Suddenly pointing at the shirt Simon was wearing, the woman still had a hoarse voice. “Tell me! Where did you buy it, huh?!”

This woman is drunk, Simon thought. But he didn’t care at first until she climbed up and occupied the empty seat that Phillip was supposed to fill.

“What a crazy man!” Not only was she drunk, but the woman began to lose consciousness by babbling incoherently. “You chose that auntie? Whose thighs you can’t compare to mine, huh?!”

The woman’s scream made the visitors who were there look up in unison. Seeing Simon still sitting quietly with a woman in front of him, most of them probably guessed that they two were lovers arguing.

“You bastard!” the strange woman shouted again. Simon had not made a sound at all, only noticing how the woman looked hurt through the look in her eyes that implied too much pain. “You! Really!”

“What’s your problem?” asked Simon this time. “I think you’ve got the wrong person.”

Eloise looked pensive for a moment. She didn’t know how many glasses of wine she had downed, but it felt like she was in the clouds. The man in front of her looked exactly like Robert from where she was sitting, but they were two different people.

“Oh! You can talk!” Eloise blurted out. “You understand what I’m saying!”

Like hitting the jackpot, the woman smiled. Between realizing it and not realizing it, she was still deeply immersed in the sadness that enveloped her heart. How Robert had betrayed her had completely shattered any hope she had, and now the only thing she could think of was how pathetic she must look.

“You’re drunk,” Simon said quietly, but firmly. He didn’t want her to ruin his already tough day. He hadn’t come to Singapore to deal with a drunk woman like this, and Simon needed some time to himself. “There, go away!”

The look on Eloise’s face suddenly changed dramatically. Biting her lower lip, the woman unconsciously acted cute, with her eyes moving gently like a kitten.

“Do you want to be with me tonight?” asked Eloise, unaware of the consequences she might cause in hindsight. “If you were alone, would you spend the night with me for tonight?”

The scene after scene that she had imagined would happen between her and Robert, now just evaporated. Replaced with the images that happened between Robert and the wrinkled aunt, Eloise did not want to lose to the man.

Simon tilted his head. Grinning faintly, he seemed uninterested.

“You’re not the first woman to ask me for something like this,” he said with his back leaning against the chair. His right hand was still clutching the glass, also still staring intently at the woman who, the longer she looked... the cuter she looked. “After last night, what then?”

Simon tried to give a lure. But then Eloise suddenly raised her head, straightening up to now look straight into those jet-black eyes.

“After tonight, there won’t be anything left,” Eloise whispered, half-desperate. “I don’t want to end up miserable, so at least I have something to repay him for what he’s done to me. After tonight, we won’t know each other anymore.”

Simon was weighing the trade-offs. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened to him, and it was possible that what she was saying was true. After this was over, wouldn’t they both move on with their lives? If the woman in front of him was depressed and in need of comfort, then wouldn’t that also be something pleasant for Simon’s complicated mind?

“Do you have a room?” Simon half-whispered. “You’d better not, because I don’t want to do it in another room.”

Eloise’s beads blinked a few times. The citrusy, masculine scent now tickled her sense of smell, matching the movement of Simon’s body as he rose from the chair. Approaching Eloise with his broad chest clad in a shirt with small white spots, the man suddenly took Eloise’s hand in his.

Eloise froze.

“I don’t know who made you feel so pathetic,” the man whispered, letting his breath brush the skin of Eloise’s neck. “But I’ll make sure you don’t remember him again after this night is over.”