Saved By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire

e beer on the bottle she was holding. She was no longer in the right state of mind

an upscale bar, her behavior was becoming more unruly. She con

rtly after, she slammed her head on the counte

the pain... Everyth

especially when she looked at her phone and

ng him earlier having sex with another woman in his

told you I’ll exact

ly placed it on the table before her intrusive thoughts win—Throw the bottle away. She was about

ked politely but also with a hint

She was still wearing the white blouse and black pan

ut compared to the other patrons in the bar who

foolish she must have look

d, rummaging through her wallet in h

r most vulnerable state, and if her father were to find out about this, he

d ironic and disappointing at the same time. Her fathe

self, realizing how her thoughts wandered in different d

to blame herself. The bartender was now looking at her as

rritably before huffing. "So, can

hen her vision suddenly blurred. She

A

of her arms. Her face collided with the che

a face mask and a hat was unfamiliar at first

ir B

black card to the bartender. "I'll pay for he

eplied, taking the card and qu

turned the card to the man.

He grinned as it seemed like he was enjoying staring at her.

pping Vivianne out of his thought

ianne moved closer to him. She sn

to cool down his body. Although he desired Vivianne intensel

nsent from a drunk

had an enticing tone, causing him to close his eyes

ondering why this stranger's eyes held something he had never

said Beckett, gr

r, his hands resting on her arms. "G

e suddenly held his arm. Shivers ran down his spine as

ed, seemingly unaware of what she was sayin

After working for so long, he always felt alone. Vivian

crumbled so much... Just because o

take his eyes off Vivianne. He knew what he

use them as much as he wanted and dispos

nne was d

into Vivianne's eyes. "Two minutes,

ed for a moment because of what he saw. That was the first time

ease," Vivianne sa

trying to kill yourself?" Bec

man's voice was extremely sarcas

er, promise," Vivianne reas

ow, wondering how his plan to find a wom

t announced, "Time's up," pointing to his wristwatch. "You should go home to

ng at him. Her focus was no longer on

an, a drunk woman at that,

e was determined to find someone to fuck tonight, but

tomer, so the employ

re she gets home," Beckett in

kett wanted Vivianne to

her again. There was something telling him that bei

, if not always, was r

t to find a woman he immediate

not playing dumb or innocent, and last

t groaned as the woman's mouth

ont of him. It was clear she had experienc

he slept with had the same expression ever

the woman further onto his length until he could fe

Arg

reathe. She repeatedly slapped Beckett's

eary eyes of the woman. He position

Beckett always liked

ny noise. He didn't want any woman to

culated in the woman's mouth. But he

slapping her ass as hard and as often as he pleas

he woman moaned as Becke

r the second time. It was only their second time

uch as he wanted satisfaction, he couldn't find

ergy, but the woman lay exhausted and breathless. S

aid before leaving a

throom before leaving the roo

find another woman to sleep with. One woman hadn't satisfied hi

her big ass made h

. I have a lot to do tomorro

He had just returned from France, and he shoul

nyone to recognize him because it would cause another issue. Not tha

ed into someone... and that someone was the

vianne cried out, causi