Chapter 10

Ethan Owen

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The previous Friday night, after completing a business deal, I decided to stay in my hotel.

What I hadn't expected was for a woman to rush into my room and climb onto me on my bed.

"Take me," she begged, her voice alluring, her hands reaching over my robe to strip it off.

I was stunned for a moment, not knowing if she was a setup sent to destroy me.

I am a billionaire CEO in Dominic City. Although my parents were pressing me to get married and had even arranged a bride for me—Freya Dallas, who was my father's best friend's daughter—my family wanted me to marry her because her grandparents and my father's parents were close friends.

Freya was a model here in Dominic City, and she also worked as a television broadcaster.

I had an aversion to women. I felt they didn't love me and were only after my money and fame.

In short, I hadn't taken a liking to anyone. I hadn't been in a serious relationship either. It was just business and empowering the youth in Dominic City. My family was among the top elite, and we had government support to create more companies.

The Owen Group had many registered companies, and I was always busy. So, I decided to rest after sealing a deal with the Stone Group the previous night, as we wanted to collaborate on a new business venture to empower the youth.

What I hadn't expected was for a woman to barge into my room. She was slim, she smelled nice, and she had an alluring voice that instantly aroused me.

Before I could yank her away from my bed, she drew my face close and kissed my lips. Her lips were intoxicating, and I didn't know if it was because of a drug she had been given.

Before I could pry her off, I firmly held her hands as I whispered into her ear.

"Don't blame me for doing this. I will keep the video evidence." After saying that, I swirled her onto the bed and laid upon her.

The next moment, I made love to her, and she was a bliss in disguise. I hadn't felt such bliss before. It made me wonder if I was missing out on women and if I should keep her. At least, I didn't know her, but since she was so good in bed, her moans made me take her over and over again.

I assumed offering her a check to be my personal whóre was worth it, before she declined. I thought about my tech company. I needed a tech developer, but my sister was a pro, and she was just acting proud and wanting me to pay her triple than what I paid the others, but I didn't want that.

But I wanted this new woman as my secretary. I wanted her close to me. I couldn't believe she was a virgin either.

I tried to get her out of my head, as I like to stay focused, but it was hard. I missed the warm feel of her body, and I hadn't wanted to pull away last night.

Shaking my head to snap out of relishing her body, I got into the elevator and rode down to the last floor of my five-star luxury hotel. It was a magnificent ten-story building.

When I walked down to the parking lot, I met Pete Edward, my assistant and chauffeur, and he greeted me with respect. "Good morning, Boss."

"Morning. Why did you come to look for me?" I asked, as I hadn't sent for him. I was a bit worried that he would have seen Eva nàked, but I was relieved that she had taken the dress that I threw on the floor and used it to cover her chest.

"Um, sir, it's about the Stone Group's business collaboration," Pete said as I walked with him to my car, a black Rolls Royce Phantom.

"What about it? Jacob Stone agreed to the deal last night for us to partner and also to join hands in working on the software development," I said, but Pete nodded.

"I understand, sir," Pete said. He was a 30-year-old man.

"So what happened?" I asked him, seeing that he had something more to say. Just then, I saw Eva Brooks rushing out of the hotel. She didn't look at me in the driveway; she ran out speedily, like she was under fire, but I couldn't stop staring at her until she was gone.

"Sir, the young woman from last night—you asked me to check on her background and who she is," Pete said, his voice trembling as I shifted my gaze to peer at him.

"What about her?" I asked him calmly, to which he replied, "She's Jacob Stone's fiancée."

"What?!" My eyes widened in shock.

"You're joking, right?" I asked, but Pete shook his head and brought out his phone. He showed me photo evidence of Eva and Jacob in loving, romantic images together. Her recent graduation photos featured both her and Jacob. He was standing next to her, holding her waist as they snapped more loving images.

"How come? But she's a..." I hesitated to tell Pete that Eva was a virgin.

"Find out what happened. I want you to arrest the woman who drugged Eva last night," I said, my tone firm, and Pete nodded as he put his phone away.

"Jacob Stone was furious when he went to check on your hotel suite. Seeing me arriving and the bodyguards present, he found out it was you, and he wants a cancellation of our business collaboration," Pete said at last, and I laughed.

"Jacob is the one who came to me for collaboration, and now he wants to cancel the deal. It's fine. Grant him his request, but he must pay me for cancelling our business deal," I said as I made an attempt to enter my car.

"Alright, sir. One more thing," Pete said, and I stopped and peered at him.

"What is it?" I asked, to which he replied, "Your dad insists that you come home today."

"I know. I'm going there," I said, as my expression darkened. I knew my father wanted me home, as he wants me to marry Freya Dallas and to discuss when the marriage date will be fixed. My paternal grandmother was also refusing to take her medicine.

"Take me there," I ordered Pete as I pulled my car door open and hopped into the rear. Pete got into the car and drove out of my luxury hotel, but I couldn't help but think about Eva Brooks.

She was Jacob's fiancée. Didn't she know that Jacob was in my hotel last night? Well, she was drunk, so how would she know? I exhaled, but my phone rang aloud, startling me as Pete drove ahead to my parents' house.

It was a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun rose above the clouds, casting bright lights around. I pulled my phone out to see who had called me, as the sharp ringing tone disrupted my thoughts.

It was a call from my sister, Angelina Owen.

Sighing, I answered her call. "Hello, sis."