CHAPTER 2

**Eva's POV**

I stood speechless in a corner of the room, watching Mr. Owen buckle his shirt and cover his masculine physique. I couldn't believe that I had a one-night stand with the richest bachelor in Dominic City. How was this possible? How did I get into his hotel room?

"I don't have money to compensate you," I said at last, my voice low.

"Well, you need to start with taking care of my sperm, as I didn't have any protection last night and I wouldn't want an unknown woman to have my child," he said, his tone sharp, and I nodded.

"I will do that," I replied, but he scowled.

"I don't trust you," he said as he brought out his phone and contacted a number. "Pete, get me a pack of contraception and ensure that it is not expired," he ordered sharply.

The call ended and I was still standing in the corner of the room after seeing the video evidence that I was the one who had rushed into his room and demanded that he sleep with me.

"Can I at least have my bath and use the bathroom?" I asked weakly; my body ached and I could still feel my core pulsating as if his rod were in there.

"Sure, but don't stay too long so the medicine will work and flush out whatever of me you're carrying," he said coldly, as if he didn't want anything to do with me.

"Okay, sir," I replied, lowering my head; I wasn't comfortable meeting his gaze.

I had heard about Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazines broadcast him among the top ten richest men. I couldn't believe that I had spent a night with him.

Even Jacob, my fiancé, wasn't close to Ethan's rank in this city.

Slowly, I went into the bathroom and sank into the cold water, my body trembling at the realisation of what had happened. I turned on the tap and let the cold water wash over my sore body. After my bath, I grabbed a white towel I saw; the bathroom was filled with a man's scent. I didn't need anyone to tell me that this was Ethan's suite in the five-star hotel.

Knock knock.

The sound of someone knocking on the bathroom startled me, and only then did I realise that I had spent so much time zoning out. Rushing to the door, I pulled it open, wrapped in a towel around my chest. My long blonde hair was wet; I was a slim woman.

Ethan's eyes trailed over my body, from my face to my chest, then back to my face as he stood taller in front of me.

"What was taking you so long to bathe? I have somewhere to be and you're wasting my time," he said, making way for me to step out. He had already put on his light blue coat; his green eyes followed me as I weakly stepped out of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry, sir. How much do you want me to pay you?" I finally asked, not wanting to get on his wrong side or get arrested.

"Hahaha," Ethan laughed; his deep voice made my heart flutter as I raised my head to look at his face. He took a step closer and asked, "Can you afford me?"

"Huh, but we already had sex last night, so since I am at fault, I should pay you off so that nothing links us," I replied, as my phone rang in my bag.

A memory flashed in my head: I recalled being dragged by a man out of the event hall last night—the club Layla had chosen. I had fought to escape him before running to the other room and into the bed to meet Ethan. Now I remembered how Layla had paid someone to sleep with me; she had it planned out.

My fist clenched at the memory, and Ethan's words brought me back to reality.

"You don't have to worry about paying me since you were a virgin and a good girl last night," he said as he stepped next to me, and my brows furrowed.

"How about I pay you to be my personal whòre whenever I am in need of a woman to get laid with?" Ethan said, his lips curling in a smile as he stepped closer and shifted wet strands of hair away from my face and neck.

Smacking his hand away, I warned him, "I am not a prostitute. Sorry, Mr. Owen. You should find someone else to get laid with often."

Wanting to walk away from him, I moved, but he pulled me back and pressed me against the wall.

"This wasn't what you did last night. You begged me to take you," he said, his voice cold, his sharp green eyes peering into my blue orbs.

"I was drunk. I will never do that. I kept myself for my husband as a wedding gift, and my best friend drugged me and made me lose my chastity to you. I will not do it. If you need me to compensate you, name your price and I will do that," I replied, my tone broken as tears spilled down my cheeks.

The image of Jacob looking at me with disappointment flashed in my mind; I could not stop my tears.

"Fine. Since you want to pay me, I will offer you a job to work for me as my personal secretary. What do you say?" Ethan asked. Indeed, I was in need of a job. I was a tech developer, but I shook my head.

"No. I cannot be your secretary. I have other work to do," I replied, refusing his offer.

"I will pay you one million dollars per month," Ethan said sharply, and my jaw dropped.

"No… I…" I wanted to refute, but one million dollars per month was too much for a secretary.