Billionaire's Lover

Chapter 2

The young woman felt the warmth of the sun's rays, which woke her up. She panicked because it wasn't her room that she saw , but an unfamiliar one. Worse , a stranger lay beside her.

Everything came flooding back to her , like a hammer pounding her head, and she wanted to be angry at herself.

Sofia is nervous. Never did she imagine she would do this. Looking at the man sleeping peacefully beside her, a one-night stand was never her thing. She believed that virginity was the best gift she could give to her future husband. But now, she couldn't give it, because it was already taken by the man who first caught her attention. She had never been interested in anyone before, knowing there was always the chance her parents would arrange a marriage for her.

That's why she couldn't fall in love. Her parents might hurt the man she would love. Thinking about last night, it was hot and steamy. They were like blazing fire, burning each other's bodies.

Pinning her hands above her head, the man slowly leaned in and sniffed her. As his hand roamed her body, it drove her wild. Those blue, hazy eyes were now covered with lust. She felt like prey, and the wolf beside her was ready to pounce at any moment.

She couldn't take it anymore. "I want him," she thought. "I want him to drive me mad, to make me lose my mind. I can't stand this heat any longer. Please, Ple-ease," she begged.

Grabbing her waist with pleasure, his voice laced with lust, "What do you want, my little angel?"

" Do you want me to run my hands slowly or faster? Do you want me to lick your neck, devour your lips until you moan?"

" I want yo-u, al--all," she stammered, struggling to speak.

She snapped back to reality when she felt her bedmate move. She needed to leave before he kicked her out. After all, that’s how one-night stands go, right? Rather than being discarded like trash, it was better for her to go.

She hadn’t even taken a single step when she felt pain between her thighs, causing her to wince and walk slowly, as though her skin was being torn.

Maybe because of the alcohol and exhaustion , the man remained asleep even when her wallet fell with a thud, something she was grateful for—she wasn’t ready to face him.

After fixing herself up, she carefully tiptoed out of the room , trying not to make any noise.

Once she stepped outside, she realized they were in a hotel. She hurried to the elevator , needing to get home before her parents did.

They had left for an event yesterday and had planned to stay overnight, returning in the morning. She had to get home quickly to avoid getting scolded.

As I sat in the taxi, countless thoughts swirled in my mind. First, I wondered if my parents were already home. If they were , I wouldn’t just get scolded; they would surely say hurtful things to me. Second, I never imagined losing my virginity this way. Lastly , I clutched my stomach , worried because I couldn’t remember if the guy had used a condom. Most of all , I didn’t even know his name.

When the taxi stopped in front of our house, I hesitated to get out, fearful of facing the consequences. If the driver hadn’t snapped at me , I might not have gotten out at all.

The guard saw me immediately , and it seemed like they had been reprimanded too. They rushed over to me.

" Miss Sofia, ma'am and sir have been looking for you. Sir is very angry , " the household help said nervously.

This is exactly what I was talking about. Why did I let that guy seduce me? I thought I was a Filipina woman of virtue , but just because I saw a handsome face, I fell head over heels. I wanted to slap myself.

" I'm sorry, kuya , " I apologized, knowing the household staff had likely been scolded on my behalf.

This was one of the things I hated about my parents. I caused the trouble, but they always blamed the household staff. Why did others have to suffer for my mistakes? Sometimes, I wanted to send my parents back to elementary school, hoping they’d learn the right lessons.

" Where did you come from, you child? Is this how you behave when your mother and I aren’t around? " My father’s voice greeted me as soon as I stepped inside. Great. A hangover and a lecture? Can we fast-forward this?

“ What? You have nothing to say? I’m working hard to provide for you, and this is how you repay me—by partying? I’ve told you to get your act together, but all you do is drink! ”

In one ear, out the other. The same lecture, over and over again. It was exhausting. I looked at my mom, but what could I expect? Of course, she sided with my father. She didn’t really care about me. As long as I kept up appearances, that was all that mattered to her. She believed the man should rule the household.

But that’s a load of bull**t*. Men aren’t the only ones who matter in a home. Why should only men have a say? It was infuriating.

SMACK

I felt my face burn from the slap I received , but I didn’t mind. This wasn’t the first time it happened. I love pain, especially when I’m the one causing it. At least I hurt myself and not someone else.

I looked at my father with cold eyes. I didn’t care that he was my father. To me, he was just a boy who bullied those weaker than him but worshipped those above him.

" Are you done? Because if you are, I’ll go up to my room now . " Does he think I’ll surrender? Damn him and his name. I don’t care about him.

His anger flared even more, his eyes burning with rage. He hated being disrespected, yet he disrespected others. How ironic , old man .

“ You b**tch, you have no manners, no respect for the people who raised you. You’re just like your father . ”

" Oh , so I take after my father? Why won’t you introduce me to him then? Are you scared that your perfect family will be exposed for what it really is? " I looked my so-called mother in the eye.

" You just don’t want to admit that the woman who loves you cheated on you and that I’m the result . " I spit out the truth. I didn’t care anymore. They were infuriating.

Instead of defending me, my mother sided with her husband. If this is the kind of man meant for me, I’d rather not have children at all.

I saw the fury in her eyes when I brought up the past, her infidelity that resulted in me. What was my fault in all of this? I wasn’t the one who opened her legs , yet I’m the one suffering.

Suddenly , my father grabbed my wrist tightly, and I knew I’d have another bruise to deal with.

“ Go inside your room and don’t come out while I’m here. I don’t want to see your face. ”

“ The feeling is mutual, old man.”

As I turned away , I thought I was used to it, used to how they treated me, especially my mother. But why was I still longing for the affection I knew I would never receive?

I hope I meet my real father someday.