THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACTED MISTRESS

A DRUNKEN NIGHT

Picking a girl to spend time for the night, Eric was excited to spend the night with the girl. After dancing with the girl, he planned to whisk her away for the night.

The lady with the pink hair, a striking figure in the dimly lit club, led Eric into a secluded corner.

Eric's heart raced as he continued to dance with the pink-haired woman, captivated by the pulsating beat of the music that surrounded them.

He could feel the warmth of her breath against his ear as she whispered tempting invitations.

Eric's lips were buried in a woman's neck, straining and kissing her skin as they swayed to the music playing in the club.

"Let's take this further somewhere private," the lady whispered suggestively in his ear, pink hair, petite features, and huge cleavages that were exposed for the eyes to see.

"I must confess you are sexy baby!" Eric whispered back.

Eric, intoxicated by the combination of alcohol and desire, found himself lost in the moment.

As they danced, Eric's eyes wandered toward the lone angel on the dance floor. Bathed in the spotlight, she seemed like an angelic being, carelessly embracing the rhythm of the music. Her movements were both graceful and alluring, she was dancing without a care.

Drawn to her like a moth to a flame, Eric couldn't help but watch the lone angel with a mix of fascination and desire. The spotlight was upon her, her skin looked so smooth like Egyptian milk. It was evident that she was drunk. She had on a sexy halter top and a black mini-skirt made from leather. She had curves that were perfect for his hands to caress, her posture screamed you can look but don't touch.

'If I want to touch you, baby, nothing on earth will stop me' he thought as he made plans to join his lone angel.

The magnetic pull between Eric and the angel intensified. His blue eyes, previously fixed on the lady with the pink hair, were now entranced by the beauty on the dance floor.

The lady with the pink hair, sensing Eric's distraction, leaned in closer. "What's got your attention, baby?" she purred, attempting to rekindle his focus. However, Eric's gaze remained fixed on the lone angel.

As Eric disentangled himself from his current dance partner, the sudden shift left the girl bewildered.

They had been sharing a connection, or so she thought, and the abrupt change in Eric's demeanor caught her off guard. Confused, she mused over why he was no longer interested, searching for any hints or signs.

Not ready to let him slip away, the girl reached for Eric's hand, a gesture of restraint and curiosity. "Where are you going, Eric?" she questioned.

However, her attempt to hold him back was met with Eric gently removing her hand, a brief apology escaping his lips as he asserted, "Sorry, got to go."

With determination in his stride, Eric made his way through the crowded dance floor, his gaze fixed on the lone angel who continued to dance with an air of carefree abandon.

Behind the lone angel, Eric approached, his movements seamlessly synchronizing with the beat of the music.

As he began dancing with her, a mixture of surprise and irritation crossed the lone angel's face.

Sophie turned to face the unexpected intruder, her expression stern despite the subtle slurring in her voice from the effects of alcohol. "I didn't ask you to dance with me," Sophie spoke assertively, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. The alcohol-induced haze in her voice clashed with the seriousness of her words.

Eric, undeterred, met her gaze with a hint of defiance, captivated by the challenge presented before him.

He candidly expressed his admiration to Sophie. "I know, but I couldn't resist your allure. Out of all the girls in this place, you are the most beautiful. Your beauty is out of this world," he confessed, his words laced with a certain sincerity.

Sophie, though flattered, remained skeptical. "That's what guys like you always say. You men are smooth talkers," she retorted, a hint of playful accusation in her voice.

"Stereotyping us, right?" Eric quipped, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes challenging her.

Unfazed, he continued to move in sync with Sophie, their bodies swaying to the intoxicating beat. "I like the way you dance," he added, attempting to shift the conversation to a lighter tone.

Sophie, however, maintained a level of guardedness. She stared at him, a mixture of amusement and suspicion in her eyes, as he rocked against her. "You are a cunning one. Luckily for you, you are handsome; if not, I would have slapped you," she declared, her words laced with playful threat.

Eric, undeterred by Sophie's caution, laughed in response. "You are harsh! But luckily for me, I didn't touch you, I only danced behind you," he admitted with a playful grin.

Sophie's acknowledgment of Eric's verbal prowess drew a playful smile from him. "You are cunning with your words," she observed, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes.

Eric pleased at the semi-compliment, expressed his genuine interest, "I like you, and I have only just met you."

A reciprocal sentiment emerged as Sophie, with a warm smile, admitted, "I like you also."

Sophie suggested, "How about we go to a nearby hotel and have a quick one?" A naughty glint in her eyes.

Eric's smile widened, reflecting his eagerness. 'Now we are speaking in the same language'

"I would like that very much," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

Sophie, embodying a carefree spirit, threw her arms over Eric's neck. "Eager much! I like that too, but can we dance for a few minutes? I want to get my groove on," she whispered in his ear, her breath warm against his skin.

Embracing the suggestion, Eric wrapped his arms around Sophie's waist, and they seamlessly melded into the rhythm of the music.

Sophie, who had been dancing with fervor, suddenly detached her hands from Eric's neck and covered her mouth.

Alarmed, Eric inquired, "What is wrong?"

Before Sophie could respond, she regrettably vomited on Eric, staining his shirt with the unpleasant aftermath.

Stunned, Eric struggled to process the unexpected turn of events.

Sophie, overwhelmed by the embarrassing situation and the aftermath of alcohol, collapsed to the ground.

A strange woman appeared out of nowhere, swiftly assisting Sophie to her feet and apologizing to Eric for her behavior.

It was Irene, Sophie's best friend, "I am so sorry for that," she spoke as she pulled Sophie away before Eric could react.

However, Eric remained in a state of shock, grappling with the reality of being unexpectedly covered in vomit and the acrid scent that now clung to him.

Collins, who had been observing the entire ordeal, couldn't help but comment on the sudden turn of events. "No s**t! That girl did you good. You stink, bro," he remarked, his hand over his nose, while snapping a picture of Eric to send them to the group chat.

Eric looked around, seeing the glances of others on him, 'How can that girl do this to a billionaire like him? How could she embarrass him in front of people like this?'

Eric, his pride wounded, snapped back at Collins. "If you can't help, Collins, don't add fuel to it," he retorted, pushing his friend aside as he headed for the bathroom.

Eric was mad as he cleaned his clothes in the bathroom but that girl was going to pay for the humiliation he went through today.

'That girl hasn't seen the last of Eric Edmundo'