The Billionaire's Paramour

The club's noise hasn't died as the crowd cramped on the dancefloor—the rhythm of their drunken movement danced with the music as they swayed their sweaty body. As the night turns deep, the people inside swarm rather than condense. Watching this sea of people didn't lift my sour mood. My thick bushy brows wrinkled in annoyance as I remembered why I was here in this Goddamn place!

I angrily slammed the empty glass of whiskey I was holding and poured another before quickly swallowing it like someone would snatch it from me. The bitterness of it drew in my throat, but I ignored that because what I felt was even more bitter that no matter how much liquor I drank, it won't go away.

My handsome face was crumpled with annoyance, flushed red from alcohol. Squinting my protruding blue eyes as I stared darkly at the glass of whiskey I was holding as if it was a piece of shit, putting all my frustrations into the cause of this foul mood.

I am in a famous bar somewhere in the Philippines and drowning myself in alcohol alone while ignoring the flirty caresses of the women hinting at me. I was not in the mood to f*ck anyone, so I continued drinking.
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I wanted to drink until I couldn't remember what day today, believing that the anger inside me would go downhill through this. In actual fact, my FBI boss was the reason why I was enraged. He'd f*cking fired me from my beloved job as one of the FBI's assets in the Philippines.

I had just finished my last mission when the superior informed me that I no longer had to report. I am expecting a promotion. I would eventually become an FBI agent, but that dreame remained as a wish because it drained instantly, making me curse my superior for mistreating me.
I successfully dispatched my target on my last mission. But for some unknown reason, my superior suddenly informed me that my asset status was over. The target I killed was wrong. That's what my superior said. And if I don't want to be the FBI's next target, I'd better just quit. He will help me explain it to the higher-ups as long as I am gone. Like, what the hell? Someone is setting me up!

"F*ck that stupid director! I was doing my job! Damn it! Damn him to death!" I angrily growled. My jaw tightened as I continued staring sharply at the glass of whiskey. It was as if my anger would pass if I stared at it like it was my superior's face.
I did not know how to remove my anger, and the alcohol was not enough to relieve it.
My job in the FBI would save me from managing our family business. I didn't want to tie with it. I am not an office-type of guy. I am the type of guy who likes action. So I chose to be an FBI asset rather than handling my parent's business. Also, I am only twenty-two years old, too young to get serious in life. I am not yet ready to take care of our family business. My sex life would also be in prison if I were tied in business.
My glass nearly shattered when I knocked it hard on the bar counter before hurrying to leave it to go to the bathroom because I could feel the call of nature.
I staggered because of the amount of alcohol I drank. As I head across the expansive dancefloor, I push everyone blocking my path, not minding the angry stares of the people dancing.
I was swaying back and forth between drunk bar hoppers. They were already sweating bullets while dancing on the dance floor. The potent smell of alcohol and sweat mixed, but I didn't care. I angrily tore them apart to make my way to the bathroom.
"Goddammit!" I groaned when I nearly fell to the floor while shoving the people blocking my way. I felt dizzy from the amount of alcohol I drank. I would have almost fallen if not for the arm wrapped around my waist to support me. But out of drunkenness, I shook the hand that was holding me.
"Don't touch me!" I snapped. My voice was raspy. I continued to the comfort room. I did not notice that the person I had rejected had fallen to the floor. I walked straight to the bathroom and didn't care if someone crashed on the dancefloor.
I finally reached the bathroom even though I was staggering. I quickly opened one of the unoccupied cubicles, immediately released my full bladder, and felt relieved.
I was washing my hands when suddenly, the door slammed open, and someone else entered. I raised my guard, even though I was drunk, thinking that the one who entered was here to stir trouble. I slightly reduced the faucet's flow without raising my head to look at the newcomer when I heard the faint click of the door being locked.
Apart from the newcomer and me, no one else was inside the large bathroom with ten cubicles facing each other. I ignored the newcomer and continued to wash my hands even though my dizziness slowly intensified and almost cracked my head.
I was stunned to hear the sound of shoes made by the person who had just entered. I was dizzy and had a headache, but I couldn't go wrong with the sound of the stiletto approaching me.
I turned off the faucet, looked up, and stared in the mirror at the figure of the person who entered.
My eyebrows met because I wasn't mistaken in my suspicion. A woman entered—a beautiful and sexy woman. When I saw the newcomer in a purple sleeveless dress, with her eyebrows raised and staring at my reflection in the mirror, my almost drowsy body suddenly came to life. My stern-looking face became even more charismatic.
The woman's dress was tight-fitting, and I could see the sexy figure in it, especially her curvy chest, which was slightly exposed because of her dress style.
I grinned as if I had won the lottery and immediately turned forward to face the woman. My giddiness suddenly disappeared, and my body was hungry with desire because of the woman's presence. My appetiteless lust suddenly came to life, and my libido suddenly surged.
'How am I this lucky? Will you still refuse when grace itself comes to you? I smirked while looking intently at the woman in front of me. I would not allow this night to pass without tasting this woman.
"Hmmm.. . I think you entered the wrong toilet, miss!" My words flew out fluently. My deep baritone voice echoed in the comfort room while my eyes were busy raking her body from head to toe. Nice curves, damn! Luscious lips, pointed nose, perfect curve brows, and her eyes! Green!
My throat felt dry, and I finally lost my intoxication as I watched the woman in front of me.

She's a Goddess! That brunette hair suits her perfectly! Is she a foreigner? Is she lost? Thinking about this, my smirk turned into a wide grin. I was about to open my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat when the woman stepped closer to me.

Without a word, her palm flew and slapped my cheek. "You insolent, arrogant man!" she scolded me suddenly. Her words were fierce, but the innocent look on her face still showed vividly. So I was not moved by her anger and continued staring at her.

I ignored the fact that the woman was too close to me as my eyes fixed on that gentle but attractive face. Even though the woman's sharp eyes were glaring at me, I didn't stop gazing. Instead, I deeply inhaled her sweet-scented smell.
Hmm . . . Versace!
I was turned on even more instead of getting angry even though the woman slapped me. I could feel my pants tightening. My raging desire was rampaging inside my masculine body when I accidentally glanced at her chest.
F*ck! Those two soft and protruding mountains! How does it feel to be licked and—
"F*ck!"
My fantasy suddenly shattered when the woman slapped me harshly. No, scratched that— the woman punched me!

This time, I already felt pain because of the force that had blown on my face.

"You p*rvert! Stop looking at my bre*st!" she glared at me while covering her front with her smooth and fair arms. She was furious and couldn't help but step away from me as if I were a perverted bastard.
I scowled at the woman and took a threatening step toward her.

"What is your problem, woman? Why did you suddenly enter the man's bathroom?" I looked around to see if I had entered the correct bathroom and if I might have made a mistake. I was delighted when I knew I was in the right place. I continued, "And you suddenly slapped me and told me I am a p*rvert? You should know that this is a men's toilet when you step into this bathroom!" My eyebrows furrowed tightly, and my face looked dark. My index finger was pointing at the masculine sign near the door. I tried to suppress the irritation I felt because of her accusations. The beauty of this woman was the sole reason I could hold back my anger.

"The nerve of you to ask me, you insolent man!" She was about to slap me again when I blocked her hand and held it tightly without giving her a chance to take it back. My voice was tainted with irritation when I spoke.

"I have enough of you calling me insolent!" I angrily snapped while menacingly looking at the woman. I am losing my cool because of her accusations, but I tried my best to suppress them. I don't want to hurt this woman.

In a flash, I found myself quickly pulling her to the nearest cubicle. I pressed her body against the wall so that she could not resist. The woman tried to get out of my grip. Her knees moved, and she wanted to kick me, but I compressed her thighs tightly using my two legs, suppressing her every movement.