Hiring a Fake Husband (ENGLISH VERSION)

I slowly opened my eyes as soon as the sunlight hit my face. Damn. I hate mornings. The moment my eyes adjusted, I immediately glanced at the man beside me. A small smirk tugged at my dry lips. He’s such a sleepyhead. I bit my lower lip as I stared at his god-like face. Could he be a model? Maybe an actor? His jet-black messy hair perfectly framed his handsome features. Since he was lying on his back, I had a perfect view of his sharp nose from where I sat. And when my gaze dropped to his lips, a mischievous smile appeared on mine. He had a lip piercing… and God knows how much I enjoyed kissing those sinful lips last night because of that little thing. I slowly sat up and let my eyes roam around the room. My brow shot up when I saw my clothes scattered on the floor. They were ridiculously far from each other, so I already knew this man had probably tossed them everywhere last night without a care. I climbed down the bed and walked toward my clothes. I didn’t bother covering my naked body since no one else was here to see it except the man still fast asleep behind me. I immediately grabbed my underwear from the floor and slipped it on. I rolled my eyes when a dull ache pulsed between my legs. “Are you awake already?” I was reaching for my bra, not too far from where I picked up my underwear, when he suddenly spoke. I rolled my eyes again before looking over my shoulder. “Isn’t it obvious?” I asked sarcastically. Turning away from him, I picked up my bra and put it on. “You’re leaving already?” His voice was still hoarse—either because it was early or because he exhausted himself moaning last night. “I don’t like stating the obvious, but in case you’re slow-witted, yes. I am,” I replied dryly as I grabbed my skirt. “Why are you leaving so soon?” I rolled my eyes for what felt like the twentieth time. Why was this man so noisy? “Why do you ask so many things?” I snapped while zipping my skirt. My eyes scanned the room again. Now, where’s my tank top? “You’re not even going to tell me your name?” he asked again. “Why do you want my name? You want a round two?” I asked casually while still searching the whole room. Where the hell did he throw my tank top last night? “What if I say yes?” I chuckled. “Well, I’ll admit you’re good in bed, mister. But sadly, I don’t like tasting the same man over and over again.” His lips parted as he exhaled sharply. “Are you f*****g kidding me?” I laughed at his reaction. “Why? Did you actually think I’d want a relationship with you just because something happened between us last night? This isn’t a fairytale or a romance novel, mister.” “I ditched an important meeting last night just to be with you and you’re saying you don’t want me? Are you nuts?” he asked, absolutely baffled. I laughed even more. “So it’s my fault now? Sorry, dear, but you chose to f**k me instead of going to your important meeting. Not my problem. And besides, why do you sound like you regret choosing me last night? You sure didn’t look like you were regretting anything while you were enjoying yourself.” I winked at him, but he only let out a deep sigh. “Damn. Mom would really kill me if she knew about this,” he muttered. A mama’s boy, huh? “Where did you throw my tank top last night?” I asked as I ran my fingers through my hair. A playful yet slightly wicked smirk appeared on his lips. My brows knitted at that expression. “Why are you smiling like that?” I asked. He sat up and pulled something from behind him. My forehead creased when I saw it was my tank top. “Give it to me,” I ordered. Instead of obeying, he sniffed my shirt before smiling. “Come with me and explain to my mom why I missed that meeting.” I let out a loud laugh and stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” He nodded. “Do I look like I’m joking, Miss?” I pouted as I examined my nails. “And what exactly am I supposed to tell her, huh? That you didn’t attend the meeting because we had rough s*x last night? That you couldn’t stop thrusting your shaft inside me so you decided to ditch your responsibilities?” I turned to look at him and his lips were parted again. “Is that what you want me to tell your mother?” I asked, already bored. He stayed silent for a few seconds before regaining his voice. “Damn. You have such a dirty little mouth, little girl.” I chuckled. “I’m not little anymore, mister.” “f**k. My mother might actually disown me early…” he whispered, but I ignored it. “Now give me back my tank top so I can go home and take a bath,” I said, extending my hand. Instead of giving it, he slowly shook his head. “Not until you introduce yourself to me.” His eyebrows wiggled flirtatiously, making me roll my eyes again. I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I marched toward him and climbed back onto the bed. He stared at me, confused, clearly unsure of what I planned to do. His eyes widened when I leaned in and immediately captured his lips. He responded instantly, which made me smirk against his mouth. With one hand gripping the back of his neck and the other subtly working to take back my tank top, I bit his lower lip, slipping my tongue inside his mouth. He loosened his grip on my shirt, just a little, but enough. I snatched it away and pulled back quickly, getting off the bed. “Got it,” I said with a playful smile as I waved my tank top at him. He stared at me, shocked, he obviously didn’t notice I’d taken it. “H-Hey!” I chuckled softly before finally putting on my clothes. “I might give you a round two if we meet again because you really are good in bed but I doubt our paths will cross,” I said with a small smile before turning the doorknob. “You’re really not going to tell me your name?” he asked again. “I’ll tell you if we ever meet again,” I said simply before slipping out the door. And I ran fast just in case he tried to chase me. I smiled when I spotted my car waiting at the parking lot. As soon as I opened the door, Mamang Ichi—my driver who was practically a parent, friend, and sibling rolled into one—greeted me. “How was your night, Nellie?” he asked with a yawn. I slid inside. I chuckled softly. “It was fun.” “You didn’t like the man you were with?” I pouted as I leaned back on the seat. “He’s good, but I don’t like him.” “Nellie, your grandfather wants you married while he’s still alive. How will you get married if you don’t even like the men you sleep with?” he said seriously, making me purse my lips. “Mamang Ichi, I already told you, I don’t like being in a relationship. Commitment and I just don’t match.” “I don’t understand you. You didn’t like that man? He was so handsome, Nellie. If you didn’t want him, you should’ve given him to me!” And oh, he’s gay. I rolled my eyes. “He won’t fall for you, Mamang Ichi.” “Did you even ask his name? He looked rich.” I shook my head and leaned against the window. “I won’t see him again anyway.” “What a waste…” I exhaled sharply as I stared outside. The probability of meeting him again? Twenty-five percent out of one hundred. I rarely even come to Manila, so chances are our paths will never cross again. “Let’s go, Mamang Ichi. Back to the hacienda.”