Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

Eva's POV:

It was a bright Saturday morning. A ray of sunlight seeped into the room and landed on my face.

I woke up in bed with a throbbing headache. When I shifted my hand, I was stunned to touch another person lying next to me.

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

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

I looked 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.

Layla Parker had invited me to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla came from a rich family. She was 24 years old, fair-skinned, and my best friend from college.

Though Layla came from a wealthy family, I came from a struggling home. She promised I would have fun at her party, even when 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 the hell you're doing on my bed. This is a VIP suite. How did you get in here, miss?" asked the handsome man as he shifted 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 am a virgin. I am not a prostitute, and you slept with me. Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we end up entangled in this bed?" I sobbed, unable to believe I 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 me, 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 like she was his girlfriend.

"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 men," Layla lied, and Jacob believed her.

"I cannot 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 gave your body willingly to another man. I want back all the money I spent on feeding and clothing you for the five years we dated. Fail to do that, and I will have you arrested. Trust me," Jacob said. He pulled his hand away from Layla and walked out of the hotel room.

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

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

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

Wiping the tears off my cheeks, I knew crying didn'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 get out, grabbing my clothes from last night that I saw sprawled on the floor—a 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 entered the room. Seeing me using the green dress to shield my chest, he lowered his head and apologized, "I am sorry, miss. Where is Mr. Owen?"

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

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

"Okay, boss," the tall man in black replied. My eyes widened. This handsome stranger was a boss. Who was he, and why did the tall man call him boss?

But the man ignored me and went to get his clothes ready.

"Mr. Owen, you cannot take advantage of me without an explanation. I was drunk last night, and I bet you were drunk too," I said, my tone accusing him 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 do I 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 lost for words. "I would never do that. You are 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 on his phone.

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 the 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 when 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.