All Chapters of I PAID A BILLIONAIRE FOR A NIGHT : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1(Arya’s POV)It was my third wedding anniversary with my lovely husband, Derek McClain, and I had been out shopping for groceries when the housekeeper had called to inform me that my husband had planned out a perfect surprise for me. I didn’t even bother to buy all the items on the list and headed straight home immediately, eager to see what my husband had in store for me.Stepping into our home, the warm glow of candlelight hit me first. Rose petals were scattered around and traced a path to the bedroom from where I could hear my favourite song playing softly from the speakers upstairs.My heart hammered with childlike excitement as I gently slipped out of my clothes, revealing the sexy red lingerie I had stopped to purchase on the way home.I followed the rose-petalled path to the bedroom, and as I neared the top of the stairs, I began to hear strangled sounds, muffled beneath the music, but I brushed it aside, believing it was just Derek panting from his thorough workout

Chapter 3(Arya’s POV)My eyelids fluttered open as I awoke with a yawn, rubbing my eyes with my index finger. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t move with the arm that was wrapped firmly around my waist.Was I dreaming? Had Derek returned from his business trip last night?I turned around gently, and the moment I saw him half-tangled in the sheets, the memories from the previous night came flooding through my brain.“Oh no. What did I do?” I muttered.He snuggled closer to me, his breath warm against my cheeks, looking so peaceful as he slept.My stomach dipped and I found my fingers tracing his perfectly carved eyebrows; my eyes fixated on his lips.I wanted him… again; but just then, he stirred in his sleep and I was afraid he’d wake up.Gently, I peeled his arm off my waist, then slipped out of the bed with shaky limbs.Lying on the floor was my lingerie, creased and torn. There was no way I could possibly just wear it outside. All my body parts would be exposed and everyone would

Chapter 5(Blake’s POV)When I woke up that morning, I hadn’t seen her by my side, and I figured I probably hadn’t been what she had expected until I saw the wad of money she had left behind as payment for my services.When my friends had forced me to go clubbing with them last night, I hadn’t expected to run into such an odd woman who completely fascinated me.My phone began to ring nonstop and just as I picked it up, I noticed my shirt was missing. “Get me a change of clothes,” I said to my driver on the other end.A few hours later, I had strolled into the new building I had just acquired to venture into the Formula 1 racing world with the thought of her still lingering in my mind, and overheard the conversation my manager, Tucker, was having with a woman who apparently was seeking out a mechanical engineering position.I was bewildered by Tucker’s behaviour and went in to confront him, but to my surprise, I saw her standing right there and our eyes met instantly.I was frozen for

Chapter 7(Arya’s POV)I had barely slept last night, tossing and turning in my anxiety for today. I had been given a chance, and I was worried I’d blow it up after talking big to Blake.When morning arrived, I quickly showered and threw on a pair of dark jeans and a black sweatshirt. I wore my hair in a ponytail, then hurriedly slipped on a pair of black steel-toe boots.Blake had sent a text to remind me that someone would be at the hotel to pick me up at 9am. It was almost 9, and grabbing my jacket, I hurried out of the room then turned over the keycard to the hotel attendant before heading outside.In the driveway, the manager from yesterday, leaned on a black Mercedes, scanning the exit for who he was picking up.“You’re on time, I see,” I said, waving as I approached him.Disgust washed over his face as he regarded me with an annoyed look. “You again. What is this for? Didn’t you hear me yesterday when I told you you’re not suitable for the job? Do you think stalking and harassi

Chapter 9(Arya’s POV)I quickly pushed Blake away as I turned to regard the intruder, and immediately I saw the middle-aged Filipino woman with grey hair and wrinkles, my mouth flew wide open in shock.“Gloria, what are you doing here?” I asked.Gloria was the nanny of Jeremy, the son I had raised as my own for two years… the son I later found out was the affair child of my own sister and husband.“Ma’am, Jeremy is sick,” she said, clutching her worn out brown bag tightly as she approached me, tears lurking at each corner of her eyes.“Jeremy? How? Why? What happened?” I asked, my heart leaping to my chest.“He’s been running a fever since you left, ma’am. He keeps asking of his mum. He’s been spitting out his drugs and he has refused to eat. He doesn’t even sleep well anymore and cries all through the night,” she explained.“My God, is that why you look so tired yourself? I’m so sorry that my son… sorry, Jeremy, has caused you so much trouble,” I sincerely apologised.“It’s okay, ma