4. You Made Me A Bitch

Kia mumbled softly, her eyes still closed as if she were in a dream. But moments later, her eyelids slowly began to open.

Ugh, I’m so sore. Her entire body felt as though it had been through extreme, overexposed exercise. But if she thought about it, wasn’t what she and Byan did a bit extreme?

Phew. That man really exhausted her with his incredible stamina, like a wild stallion. It could be said that Byan’s "service" left Kia both thoroughly satisfied and utterly drained.

Yes, even now, Kia was certain that the handsome bartender named Byantara must also be moonlighting as a high-class gigolo.

Her sensual lips curved into a smile as she heard the sound of water splashing from the bathroom. Byan must be cleaning himself up.

Kia intended to rest for a little longer when she heard the faint buzz of her phone vibrating. With a lazy sigh, Kia reached for the small pouch on the nightstand beside the bed. Maybe Byan had placed it there.

Her beautiful eyes instantly turned cold when she saw the name displayed on her phone’s screen.

Alex Guntoro.

Kia had deliberately saved Alex's full formal name in her phone as a disguise to cover up their illicit relationship.

Alex was her boss at the Guntoro and Partners Law Firm. Alex also had a fiancée, and Kia was nothing more than his subordinate with the title of Junior Lawyer and, at the same time, Alex’s mistress.

Yes, mistress.

Feeling annoyed, Kia turned off her phone and put it back in her pouch. She purposely disappeared, hoping Alex would panic searching for her. Let him suffer.

'How dare he sleep with me, then go and marry the woman he was betrothed to!'

Kia bit her lip as her chest tightened. Damn. She couldn’t be weak. She couldn’t cry! That bastard Alex didn’t deserve even a single tear from her.

Just wait, she would get her revenge by sleeping with many men, then sending the evidence to Alex, so he would fume with jealousy. Kia knew that Alex actually loved her too, but he was too weak to reject the arranged marriage set by his parents.

Bullshit.

Kia looked down, staring at her body covered in dark red kiss marks from Byan’s wild behavior. Her sensual lips formed a thin smile. Good job, Byantara. This would be the proof that would make Alex burn with jealousy!

The girl took a deep breath and got out of bed to pick up her dress and underwear scattered on the floor, putting them on quickly.

She briefly considered saying goodbye to Byan, who was still in the bathroom, but Kia shook her head slightly. Come on, he was just a gigolo!

Or even if he wasn’t, what happened last night was just for fun. Mutual satisfaction. So what was the point of an awkward goodbye?

Honestly, this was the first time in her life that Kia had a one-night stand. With Alex, she did it out of love, thinking Alex would marry her one day. But it turned out she was just a bed warmer for that jerk.

"Ck. And what would I even say? Thank you for last night? Goodbye? Or see you again?" Kia muttered as she pulled out her wallet from her pouch.

It was better to leave before Byan came out of the bathroom, and it was better to just pay the man who had satisfied her multiple times throughout the night.

There was no way he wasn’t a gigolo, right?

Kia chuckled softly as she placed the black card on the nightstand. An expensive payment, but worth it. And she also wanted to make Alex even more furious when he found out that the black card he gave her was now in another man’s possession.

The girl glanced around the room and clicked her tongue. This gigolo has some high standards. Just look at this room! A suite this large and luxurious must cost a fortune.

Kia grabbed a pen and paper from the desk in front of the TV and wrote a brief note for Byan. The smile on her lips didn’t fade even after she placed the note on the nightstand, intentionally covering it with the black card.

Time to go.

***

Byan stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a bathrobe around his body. His dark eyes immediately darted to the now-empty bed, surprised to find Kia’s dress and underwear gone as well.

His long legs quickly carried him to the door, which he opened in haste. No one was outside. Damn it.

The man re-entered the room and grabbed the hotel phone.

“Hello. This is from the Presidential Suite. Is the lady in the black dress who just left the room still in the lobby?” Byan asked the moment the call was answered, not caring that the receptionist had just started to greet him.

“Oh, you mean, the beautiful lady in the black dress, Mr. Byantara? Yes, she just took a taxi a few moments ago, sir,” the receptionist replied politely to the VVIP guest.

Byan cursed inwardly, berating himself for not being more vigilant with Kia. He hadn’t expected her to wake up and leave just like that, considering how soundly she had been sleeping.

Without further ado, Byan hung up the phone in frustration. His deep sigh filled the air, expressing the turmoil in his heart.

Kia. That was all Byan knew about her.

Oh, but fortunately, he had managed to take a photo of Kia while she was asleep. Just wait, he would find her in no time!

Byan let out another frustrated grunt, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. Just when he had finally enjoyed making love again, why did the woman have to disappear?

His glazed eyes scanned the room. The evidence of last night’s fiery passion was scattered all around. Byan couldn’t believe he had been that wild with a woman, especially after being unable to make love for three years.

Kia had truly awakened his uncontrollable animal instincts.

He sighed again, trying to push away the images of Kia moaning and crying out his name in that seductive voice.

Fuck this shit.

Just thinking about it was enough to get him aroused again!

Byan frowned when he noticed something that looked like a black card on the nightstand. What was that?

His feet quickly moved toward the side of the bed where the nightstand was. He reached for the black card that Kia had left behind, along with a note written in neat handwriting.

Byan read the note silently.

[This is for your payment, Byan dear. Use it as you please, but I’ve hired your services for a month. And I’m not accepting NO as an answer. Remember, while you’re with me, you’re not allowed to service anyone else. You are mine. -Kia-]

Byan almost laughed out loud after reading the note. So, Kia thought he was some kind of male escort? A gigolo??

"Kia. I will find you soon and devour you whole for this amusing misunderstanding," he murmured with a smile.

But his brow furrowed as he noticed the name printed on the black card.

ALEX GUNTORO. Alex Guntoro??

Wait, was this the same Alex Guntoro, the lawyer? Byan tried to recall the familiar name. Yes, he had once used the services of Guntoro Law Firm to sue the person responsible for the traffic accident that killed his wife and child.

So... what was Kia’s relationship with Alex? Why did Kia have the black card belonging to that lawyer?

***

Kia stepped out of the taxi, which had taken her to a luxurious apartment complex in a business district.

She purposely kept her phone off and headed straight for Alex’s penthouse without an invitation and without calling ahead, as she used to do to ensure their relationship remained a secret.

Screw it. Kia didn’t care if Alex’s fiancée was in the penthouse. Let it be; maybe it would even be better if she got caught.

"I’ll act like a bitch because you’re the one who made me a bitch, Alex! I am a bitch, because of you," she muttered with a soundless laugh.