Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

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 my ears—I had just 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.

"Mmm. Well, you need to start by taking care of my sperm, since I didn't use any protection last night. I wouldn't want an unknown woman to carry my child," he stated, his tone sharp. I nodded.

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

"I don't trust you," he said, pulling out his phone and contacting a number.

"Pete, get me a pack of contraception and make sure it's not expired," he ordered, his tone firm.

The call ended, and I still stood in a corner of the room, after seeing the video evidence that I had rushed into his room and demanded he sleep with me.

"Can I at least have my bath and use the bathroom?" I asked him weakly. My body ached, and I could still feel my core pulsating, as if his rod was still inside me.

"Sure, but don't stay too long. The medicine needs to work and flush out whatever of me you're carrying," he replied coldly, like he wanted nothing to do with me.

"Okay, sir," I said, lowering my head, uncomfortable meeting his gaze.

I had heard of Ethan Owen, the richest bachelor in Dominic City. Top magazines broadcast him among the top ten richest men. I couldn't believe I had spent a night with him. Even Jacob Stone, my fiancé, didn't come close to Ethan's rank in this city.

Slowly, I went into the bathroom and sank into the cold water. My body trembled at the realization of what I had just found myself in. I turned on the tap and let the cold water wash down my sore body. After my bath, I borrowed a white towel I found, since the bathroom smelled of a man's cologne. I didn't need anyone to tell me this was Ethan's luxury suite in this five-star hotel.

Knock knock.

The sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door startled me, and only then did I realize I had spent too much time zoning out. I rushed to the door and pulled it open, wrapped in a pristine towel around my chest. My long blonde hair was wet, and I stood as a slim woman.

Ethan's eyes trailed over my body, from my face to my chest, before moving back up to my face. He stood taller in front of me.

"What took you so long to bathe? I have somewhere to be, and you're wasting my time," he said, stepping aside for me to walk out. He had already put on his light blue coat, his green eyes following me as I strolled out of the bathroom weakly.

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

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

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

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

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're a virgin and a good girl last night," he said, drawing close to me. My brows furrowed.

"How about I pay you to be my personal mistress? Whenever I need a woman to get laid with," he said, his lips curling into a smile as he drew next to me and shifted my wet hair strands away from my face and neck.

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

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

"This isn'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 would 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, and I couldn't 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. I am in need of a job as 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, his tone sharp. My jaw dropped.

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