Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

EVA'S POV:

The rays of sunlight seeped through the window and landed on my face. When I woke up on the bed, I felt a throbbing headache. As I moved my right hand, I was shocked to touch another person lying on the bed next to me.

"What? Who are you?" I gasped, sitting up immediately.

The man had a sharp jawline, full brows, and thin lips.

I took a look at my body and was stunned to find myself naked in bed with him.

"Who the hell are you?" I yelled, before the events of the previous night hit me hard.

I had been invited by Layla Parker to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla was from a rich family. She was twenty-four, fair-skinned, and my best friend from college.

Though I knew Layla was from a wealthy family, I came from a struggling home. She had promised I would have fun at her party, even though I didn't want to go. I agreed, and now I was in bed with an unknown man.

"I should be the one asking you what you're doing on my bed. This is a VIP suite. How did you get in here, miss?" asked the handsome man, shifting away from me. I was stunned by his masculine physique: broad chest, chiseled abs, and six-pack.

"Don't drool at me like that. Get up and get out!" he barked. I refused.

"I was a virgin. I'm not a prostitute, and you slept with me. Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we get entangled on the bed?" I sobbed, unable to believe I'd had sex with an unknown man. He ignored me, pulled the bedsheet away from my body, and wrapped it around himself.

When he went into the bathroom, the sound of running water filled my ears. The entrance door swung open, and Layla walked in with Jacob Stone, my fiancé.

"So this is what you do, Eva? You hook up, after everything I did to support you?" Jacob accused, standing at the door with Layla.

"No, Jacob. I don't know what happened. Layla, you invited me to your party. How did I end up with that stranger in the bathroom?" I asked my best friend, needing her help.

Layla wore a short blue dress and black shoes, and she clung to Jacob's arm, as if she were his fiancée.

"Jacob, I don't know what Eva is saying. She came to my party and told me she was looking forward to meeting a rich guy in this luxury five-star hotel—the Owen's Hotel. I honestly don't know how she got here until I asked the security guards," Layla lied. Jacob believed her.

"I can't believe you would do this, Eva. After everything I did to feed you, sponsor you—this is how you repay me? It's over between us," Jacob said, glaring at me.

"You never let me touch you, and now you willingly gave your body to another man. I want back all the money I spent feeding and clothing you for the five years we dated. Fail to do that, and I'll have you arrested. Trust me," Jacob said, then pulled his hand away from Layla's hold and walked out of the hotel room.

Layla glanced at me and smiled. "Do you think you deserve a rich man like Jacob Stone? Look at you, Eva. A poor girl like you can't climb to the top of the ladder of wealth and power in this Dominic City. You belong in the slum. Go back there, and don't worry about Jacob—I'll take care of him." Layla smirked and walked out, slamming the door with a deafening sound.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat on the bed, speechless. Where would I get the money to pay Jacob?

Jacob had promised to marry me after I graduated, and now Layla had ruined everything after I graduated this year.

Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I knew crying wouldn't solve anything. But I wouldn't just leave. I needed an explanation from the man in the bathroom. How dare he use me, knowing I was intoxicated, and yet act like I had taken advantage of him?

I waited for the man to come out of the bathroom, grabbing my clothes from last night, which were sprawled on the ground. It was the green dress I had worn to Layla's birthday party.

A knock on the entrance door startled me again. I quickly used the green dress to cover my chest and shield my nakedness.

A tall man in a black suit came into the room. Seeing me covering myself with the dress, he lowered his head and apologized. "I'm sorry, miss. Where's Mr. Owen?"

"Mr. Owen? Who?" I asked, confused. Just then, the bathroom door opened, and the handsome man who had taken care of me stepped out.

"Leave, Pete. I'll call for you later," he said.

"Okay, boss," the tall man replied. My eyes widened. This handsome stranger was a boss? Who was he, and why had the tall man called him boss?

However, the man ignored me and went to get his clothes.

"Mr. Owen, you can't take advantage of me without an explanation. I was drunk last night, and I bet you were drunk too," I said, my tone accusing as he wore his shirt and buckled it.

Turning to face me with his sharp green eyes, he replied, "I wasn't drunk. But how was I supposed to know you were drunk, when you came into my room, offered yourself to me, and kissed me first? Do you need me to replay the footage to see what you did?"

"No, I…" I was at a loss for words. "I would never do that. You're accusing me wrongly," I said, my voice quivering as I didn't remember doing any of that.

"I see," Mr. Owen smirked, walked over, and picked up his phone. "Have a look," he said, playing a video from last night.

In the video, I couldn't believe my eyes. I barged into his room, rushed to the bed, mounted him, and started kissing him.

"I don't remember doing that. That's not me. And how do you have this video on your phone?" I asked accusingly. He smirked.

"Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I own this hotel and the Owen's Group in Dominic City. If anyone needs compensation between us, it's me. You took advantage of me, and I only helped you because I sensed you were drugged. If I hadn't slept with you, who knows what damage would have happened to your body? So you should compensate me." He smirked, and my jaw dropped.