Seducing The Coldhearted Billionaire (English)

Colt's POV I leaned against the bed's headboard while exhaling cigarette smoke. A woman, whose name I couldn't recall, was sleeping next to me, naked as I was. The woman was surprisingly wild in bed, despite her demure looks. She almost drove me crazy and unleashed the beast in me. I was certain that this lustful night would happen again. I did not know how long I would want her because women, to me, had an expiration date. I also made it clear to them that they were just s*x partners and nothing more. It wasn't my fault if they agreed to such a setup. She joined me at the bar counter while I was drinking wine at my favorite bar last night. After a few chats, bingo! We quickly ended up in bed. I had barely finished half of the cigarette when I stubbed it in the ashtray on the side table. It was already five in the morning and it was time for my usual morning jog. I stood up and went to my closet, choosing a pair of black jogging pants with a matching hoodie jacket and a white shirt inside. I put on my running shoes while sitting at the edge of the bed. The woman shifted position on the bed and let out a sensual groan. I watched her hand wrap around my waist. She kissed me on the cheek, to which I gave her an irritated look. "Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Don't do that again," I warned coldly. She behaved in a way that made me uncomfortable because it appeared as though we were already dating. "Fine!" She shrugged and stood up, showing no sign of embarrassment. Instead of getting dressed, she flaunted her naked body in front of me while giving me an alluring smile. She swayed her hips, dancing flirtatiously with no music. She was without a doubt a master at luring men. After giving me a little show, she knelt before me and pulled down my jogging pants and boxers to my knees. She teased me, by licking it and playing with her tongue while maintaining eye contact with me. Unable to handle the sensation, I grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head toward my crotch. "I've never seen anything as huge as this," the woman said. Her eyes glowed as if mesmerized by my manhood. "C'mon!" I pulled her up and pushed her onto the bed. I was about to join her when a phone rang. "Forget about it," she said, pulling me away, ignoring the call. My lips began to trace her skin, finding a way to her bo*bs. Now that I was sober, I noticed her porcelain skin didn't match her dark n*pple. But the hell I care! She would eventually become one of those women I would ditch after I got bored. Wasting no time, I turned her away, as I wanted her to f*ck her from the back. But the irritating phone call was so persistent that it caused me to lose focus. I abruptly stood up and put back on my jogging pants again. "Hey!" "Answer your phone," I said, glancing at her purse, where the call was coming from. She cursed as she got up and grabbed her purse. "Yes, Honey? Yes! I'm coming home, just wait for me." My face darkened at what I heard. "I'm sorry; Mommy didn't let me go home; I'm here with her." Annoyed, I shook my head. Women…yes they're all the same. The woman disconnected the other line's caller before putting her phone back in her handbag. She walked over to me and started to kiss me, but I turned my face away. "Who was that?" I asked. "My husband. He asked me to—" She didn't finish her sentence as I dragged her towards the door. "Hey! What are you doing?!" "Get out!" "Will we see each other again? I'll give you my calling card. Just call me. Or can I come here anytime?" "No!" I said sternly. "This is the first and last time we'll meet." "Wait!" As I shut the door, I heard her banging on the outside. When I realized she was naked, I opened the door again and threw her clothes on. "Just get dressed and go home!" "C'mon, Colt Ventura!" "Do you know me?" "Who doesn't? I've dreamed of you for so long. I've always wanted to get close to you!" "So you're just one of them." "No! I'm not after your money! I'm rich, Colt. I'm Mayor Mijare's daughter." "Liar!" The woman shuddered as I roared. She quickly dressed and was about to leave when she stopped and looked at me angrily before finally walking out of my pad. I had been in her husband's shoes before, having been cheated the hard way. And no matter how hard I tried to forget, the memories kept coming back to me like it was yesterday. My chest released a heavy breath before I continued to take a shower. It took me fifteen minutes to finish scrubbing my body. After making sure that there were no more traces of that woman in my body, I exited the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist. I started removing the bed sheets and comforter from my bed, including the clothes I wore just a while ago. I also picked up the scattered clothes I wore last night and threw them into the trash bin. After making sure that everything was clean, I proceeded to go jogging. When I was leaving my bachelor pad, I passed by my garage, which had seven luxury cars lined up. It was purchased for an unfathomable sum, much like the Bugatti Centodieci and Lamborghini Veneno, which were owned by only a few celebrities in the country. Not to mention my two yachts. I was obsessed with these kinds of collections. I had one and a half hours to jog around the public park, which was bustling with people, particularly street children or families simply trying to enjoy the morning sun. The children approached me as usual, asking for alms and food. However, like always, I didn't give them anything. Once was enough. I didn't tolerate such behavior because they would get used to it. Cunning, heartless, or ruthless—I accepted whatever people called me. I would not have gotten to where I am now if I had a soft heart. In the business world, it was a battle of wits, and that was what I relied on to become the youngest billionaire in the world. "Heartless!" I turned to see the source of that voice, and for the first time in a long while, I found myself stunned by the beauty of the woman standing there. She was setting up a large beach umbrella to protect her goods from the sun. As she did so, she glanced at me with a smirk on her face. She had taken up the entire park bench, and in front of her, there was a sizable icebox cooler and a small shelf filled with candies. I shook my head, scolding myself for getting so distracted by a vendor. But something kept me rooted to the spot, unable to take my eyes off her. She seemed so simple. Wearing faded jeans and old sneakers. Her shirt has the face and name of a politician. A few strands of her hair had escaped her ponytail, and her forehead glistened with sweat. Her skin was smooth and fair, and I knew it was natural, not the result of beauty products. Her nose was straight with a slender bridge, and she had expressive almond-shaped eyes. "Stop it, Colt!" I reprimanded myself. Since when did I become an expert at analyzing a woman's appearance? I silently chuckled at my own absurdity. I estimated that I had been staring at her for over five minutes. Wew! That's the first time that's happened in my history. I decided to continue jogging. With each lap around the park, I couldn't help but pass by her spot. I'd been jogging here for quite some time, but this was the first time I'd seen her. After one more lap, I would head home. But as I ran back, I didn't expect the woman to tie her shoelaces in the middle of the road, blocking my path. I shifted my weight to avoid colliding with her, and the next thing I knew, I was gasping in pain and lying on the ground. "What are you doing?!" I immediately bellowed. "Sorry! I didn't mean to, I'm just clumsy like that!" The woman helped me up. "D*mn!" I cursed. "I'm really sorry! If you have any injuries, don't worry, you're covered by Cardiz health plan," she replied, trying to crack a joke. But it didn't work for me. I removed her hand from my arm without saying a word and sprinted off without goodbye. There was no point in making the situation bigger, and it seemed that she couldn't even afford to buy a bandage. As I made my way back to my place, I suddenly remembered that I needed to call my assistant. However, I frowned when I couldn't find my cellphone in the back pocket of my jogging pants. I always remembered to bring it with me. While jogging, I even checked if there were any missed calls or messages because it was in silent mode. I stopped as I realized something. That was just a minute ago when I bumped into that woman. It was as if she had intentionally blocked me. Couldn't be... Sh*t!