THE BILLIONAIRE'S MISSING PIECE (ENGLISH)

CHAPTER 1: THE GIRL ON THE DANCE FLOOR

Naime wasn’t one for parties; she disliked loud music and crowds. But tonight, she found herself dancing recklessly in the middle of the dance floor, desperately seeking a release from her fears and pain. She had been on the verge of marrying Clifford after three years together, believing everything was perfect—until she discovered him cheating with her best friend, Shelly, in their bed.

Amidst the chaos, she heard cheers and encouragement from the crowd:

“Yeah! Baby, you’re killing it!”

The words stung, a bitter reminder of the betrayal she was trying to escape.

She grinned as she danced more provocatively, her movements driving the crowd wild. Heading over to the pole, she delivered a daring and seductive routine. As a skilled dancer, she expertly matched her body’s rhythm to the beat. Gripping the pole tightly, she grinded sensually, her performance perfectly syncing with the sultry music that replaced the previous track. The crowd’s cheers grew louder, their excitement reaching a new level.

“More! More! More!”

She shed her clothes, adding to the heat of the night. Now clad in only short denim shorts, she tossed her blouse aside and twisted the garment around as she continued to dance, her movements captivating the audience even more.

The crowd erupted with heightened excitement.

Drake watched her silently from a corner, his eyes tracking every sultry motion. The intensity of his desire grew with each movement, igniting a heat within him that he hadn’t felt before. This woman was unlike anyone he had ever encountered, and he knew he wanted her tonight. As the music came to a stop, he stood up and made his way toward her. Their eyes locked, and a mischievous grin spread across her lips.

He pulled her close, capturing her lips in a torrid kiss that left the crowd in awe. The bar erupted in cheers, witnessing what was undoubtedly the most electrifying moment of the night.

“Wanna come with me?” he murmured against her lips.

“Anywhere you want!” she replied, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Their kiss grew more intense as Drake finally led Naime out of the bar. He glanced at her, curious to see her reaction upon seeing his Ferrari 458 Italia. However, she appeared unfazed, slipping into the car with a detached expression.

Naime stared out of the car window as they drove to Drake’s bachelor pad in Greenhills. When they arrived and stepped inside, she wasted no time. She kissed him deeply, wrapping her arms around his neck and intensifying the kiss by pressing firmly against his nape. Drake couldn’t help but moan at her fervent embrace. Overcome with desire, he lifted her and carried her into his bedroom.

Naime guided him into the shower room, swiftly removing her clothes as she went. Drake’s eyes were drawn to her naked form, appreciating her well-defined curves. Her body was perfectly shaped, with ample breasts, a slim waist, and full hips that accentuated her allure.

As she met his gaze with an intense stare, he was struck by her angelic face. He wondered about the emotions driving her wild dance earlier—was it a fleeting escape or part of a deeper need? He couldn’t help but question if this was simply her way of seeking connection through physical intimacy.

Now it was his turn to undress, and he continued to watch her intently. He wanted to observe every flicker of emotion that crossed her face as he slowly removed his clothes.

She raised her hand and gently caressed his chest. They are also wet with water because she has already turned on the faucet. She moaned as she sucked on his n****e and gently played with her tongue. Then her right-hand travels down his body and touches his manhood.

Drake moaned with so much pleasure when she started massaging it. She’s making him crazy. Naime was so expert that Drake couldn’t make his move. She’s doing all the work.

He bit his lips when she put his hardness in her mouth. He felt her tongue playing to it inside—as if she was eating and licking a lollipop. For her, he tastes like a bar of chocolate but a hard one. She can’t simply stop. Her tongue was soft and seemed to wrap itself around his.

“Damn! You are so good!” he groaned.

Before she could move, he pressed her head closer and deepened his hold on her throat. A grin tugged at his lips as he lifted her, taking charge of the situation. He turned her over and pressed her palms against the bathroom tiles. Her body was a masterpiece—every curve and line were perfectly sculpted, each detail precisely in place.

He grabbed her waist and inserted his manhood backward. He feels strange feelings just after entering her hot femininity. He starts stroking his hardness inside of hers—slowly to faster until he reaches his climax. Before he exploded, he removed his manhood and let the liquid flow behind Naime, who was also out of breath at the time due to his fast and firm thrusts.

Once the intensity of their encounter had waned, they continued their shower in a quiet, intimate atmosphere. But their evening was far from over. As soon as they stepped out of the shower, Drake led her to his bed with a determined energy.

He removed the water from her body with his lips, then he spread her thighs with his knees and rubbed himself against her until she was wet again. Drake felt the warmth of her wet kitty. Therefore, he thrust hungrily inside—again, like a wolf to its victim. It was deep, warm, and very wet.

His erection grew more prominent and more complex. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond s****l pleasure. He was about to burst inside when Naime suddenly stars moving her hips against him. There is something special inside her that he could not get enough of; As if something is sucking his manhood inside that made him almost explode without his control—he’s glad he was able to hold it. He started massaging her breasts, stomach, and legs while stroking inside hers in a hardcore way.

Naime felt her n*****s rise, and it startled her because of the way he stroked her. She wanted to stop him now as she felt a little bit of pain. She was against the way he was doing it. But he’s in control; her hands are tied upwards with his two strong palms pressed against the bed.

“Shhh, don’t worry, relax and listen to your body. It’s alright, I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath. She gestured for him to retrieve a pillow and place it under her hips.

He grants her wish, and it was not a bad one because now he can feel more of hers inside, closer to his hardness, and she was wet as a waterslide. He is pounding her harder and harder, it was so good, and they are enjoying it. Their bodies are now in one, dancing through the fire of lust and unexplainable pleasure.

She let him c*m on her belly after. Drake lay beside Naime, spent and catching his breath. Naime turned away from him, pulling the blanket around herself for warmth and comfort.

“Who are you?” Drake finally asked, catching his breath.

“Naime,” she replied.

“I’m Drake. Where do you live?”

When she didn’t answer and simply turned away, Drake didn’t press further. He smiled at the sound of her soft snoring and soon drifted off to sleep, exhausted.

Drake woke to the ringing of his telephone on the nightstand.

“Uhm, hello?” he answered groggily.

“Drake, where are you? Did you forget our meeting with the Walton family today? Get moving! I need you here in fifteen minutes!”

Drake jolted awake, suddenly remembering the appointment he’d forgotten. He glanced around, but the woman from last night was gone. On the other side of the nightstand, he spotted a note stuck to the lampshade. Rolling over, he retrieved the sticky note and smiled as he read the phone number written on it. The message was clear, and they both understood it implicitly, even without formal discussion.

Drake quickly jumped out of bed and headed for the shower. He wanted to avoid facing his father, Richardo Sy, a highly respected business tycoon known for his stern demeanor. As the eldest of four siblings, Drake was expected to study the family businesses. His biological mother had passed away, and his three siblings were from his father’s second marriage. Despite this, his stepmother had treated him as her own and raised him with care, so he had no reason to resist his family's expectations. He had always enjoyed the benefits of his father’s support, getting what he wanted with ease.

Last year, Drake also launched his own restaurant in Makati, which had been a tremendous success. He took pride in this achievement, having built it from the ground up without his father’s direct help. However, he was grateful for the valuable lessons his father had imparted before he started. Drake had completed a Bachelor of Science in Business Administration at Ateneo de Manila University and had taken short culinary courses to prepare for his entrepreneurial venture.

At twenty-eight years old, standing 5'9" and weighing 150 lbs, Drake was a striking figure with his clean-cut black hair, chinky dark brown eyes, and a distinctive, charming smile. His fair skin, a legacy of his father’s Chinese heritage, often made him the center of attention, sometimes causing insecurities among women.

He arrived at Bayview Park Hotel Manila promptly. The staff greeted him warmly and guided him to the reserved table. There, he saw his father, Ricardo Sy, and his stepmother, Natally Cramen, already seated. Facing them were James and Emarie Walton, accompanied by their only daughter, Zhinkee Walton. Zhinkee was dressed in an elegant long-sleeve V-neck yellow dress, her soft laughter punctuating the conversation around the table.

Drake had a sense of the meeting's purpose, but he didn't mind the prospect of marrying Zhinkee. She appeared decent, attractive, and pleasant. As he approached the table, he caught her gaze for the first time. He had heard much about her from her parents, who were eager for them to get to know each other. Zhinkee’s smile grew wider as he neared.

“Oh, there he is!” Ricardo announced, standing up to introduce him. “This is my eldest, Drake Sy. He recently opened his own restaurant without any help from me. I’m so proud of him.”

“Really? That’s impressive!” James said, shaking Drake’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Drake!”

“Nice to meet you too, Sir!” Drake responded, then turned to Emarie. “And you, Ma’am Emarie.”

“You look wonderful, dear. Don’t you think so, honey?” Emarie said, glancing at her daughter for confirmation.

“Yes, Mom!” Zhinkee replied, rising to extend her hand. “Hi, I’m Zhinkee. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” Drake said, shaking her hand. He took a seat in front of Zhinkee, who seemed to be observing him with interest.

“Sorry for being late,” he apologized as he settled in.

“That’s fine; you’re right on time. We just got here early!” James said with a smile.

“You look exceptionally handsome today,” Natally whispered to Drake.

He chuckled and whispered back, “Thank you! You look lovely in your dress!” Natally, being five years younger than Ricardo, likely contributed to their close relationship.

As the waiter placed the wine on the table and poured their glasses, Drake noticed Zhinkee still gazing at him. He smiled and joked, “I might just melt with you looking at me like that.” He saw her blush as their parents laughed at his remark.

They allowed their parents to catch up, discovering that James and Ricardo were close friends and former business partners. Drake enjoyed the conversation and learned that Zhinkee had just returned from New York.

When the Waltons' car finally left, Ricardo turned to Drake.

“So, what do you think of her, son?”

“She seems nice and decent,” Drake replied honestly.

“Do you think you could marry her?”

“Dad, is this a suggestion or a requirement?”

Ricardo laughed. “You’re not getting any younger, Drake. I’m not opposed to whoever you choose, but I want you to end up with someone who’s truly right for you. Someone who will care for you, and where money isn’t a concern. You understand what I mean, don’t you?”

“We’ll see, Dad. Thanks for the advice; I’ll keep it in mind. Take care!”

As Drake turned to leave, he noticed Naime in business attire walking behind Drevin, his younger brother by a year. They seemed to be heading out as well.

“Hey, bro! How’s the date going?” Drevin asked immediately.

Drake and Naime exchanged surprised glances.

“It went well, bro! What are you doing here?” Drake replied.

“Oh, we’re meeting with some clients. You know I’ve still got work to do!” Drevin answered.

Drake felt a sense of pride for his siblings, who had chosen their own paths rather than joining the family business in manufacturing. His father was the CEO of a major appliance group, also running a food factory and importing beers from China.

“I see,” Drake said, still glancing at Naime.

“Bro, meet my beautiful personal secretary, Naime. Naime, this is my brother, Drake Sy.”

“Nice to meet you, Sir!” Naime said politely, making no mention of their prior acquaintance.

“Nice to meet you, too!” Drake replied, a subtle smile appearing as he continued to look at her.

“See you around, bro. We need to head out,” Drevin said.

“Sure, take care!” Drake responded, pulling out his phone and scrolling through his contacts.

“Got’cha!” he said quietly to himself as he hovered over Naime’s phone number.