Mistaken Identity

-=Gabby's Point of View=-

"Hi there, gorgeous. Would you mind if I joined you?" I heard someone ask from my left.

"I apologize, but I'm waiting for someone," I answered with a smile, and I noticed how my smile affected him.

Since I walked into this bar, I've declined so many offers that I've stopped counting them.

I was able to gain entry into one of the country's most exclusive and difficult-to-access bars thanks to my connections.

Therefore, the vast majority of patrons in this establishment are people of high social status, financial means, or possibly both.

Actually, I wasn't lying when I said that I was waiting for someone earlier when I was approached by those guys who were trying to hit on me.

I was really waiting for someone, but it seems that I'm just waiting in vain.

I've been in this bar for almost two hours now, and I've already drunk three glasses of orange juice since I don't really drink liquor.

After thirty minutes had passed, my hopes of finally meeting that person had begun to fade, but I had faith in the information provided by my source that he would be here.

My information comes from a person who worked for the same company as my source. As a result, he is in a position to know where his boss spends most of his time, and he claims that this is his boss's preferred place.

I told myself, with a sense of disappointment, "Maybe he's not really coming," and I was about to ask for my bill when my gaze moved to the entrance of the bar. I became ecstatic when I finally saw the person I'd been waiting for since the moment I walked into the bar.

When I turned my attention to the newcomer, it felt as though the entire world had come to a stop.

Because he is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, it should come as no surprise that almost all of the women in this bar are looking at him with such longing in their eyes, while the men are looking at him irritably, feeling envious of his attractiveness, and the fact that their dates are looking at the newcomer.

At the age of twenty-seven, he already had a solid reputation.

At the age of twenty-seven, he had already established his empire, and he is already one of those few Filipino billionaires making a fortune with his diverse range of businesses, which include mobile networks, some of the most famous resorts both in and outside the Philippines, five-star hotels, and restaurants all over the world.

It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that almost everyone is interested in learning more about him and, even more so, in getting closer to him. However, I am not one of those people.

I will freely admit that I was keeping an eye out for him, but that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to establish a connection with him to receive something favorable from him.

"Finally," I thought to myself, with a satisfied smile on my lips.

My eyes never wandered as they meticulously tracked every step he took. Because of the confident manner in which he carried himself, it appeared as if he were the owner of this establishment.

It's possible, though, that he was actually the owner of this bar, which shouldn't come as a surprise given how wealthy he was.

I tried to ignore the anxiety in my heart that still lingers in my chest. I prepared myself for this day, and there was no turning back now that I was looking at my target, Jayden Andrada.

He looks like he just got out of a fashion magazine. Life isn't really fair because Jayden has the looks, the body, the power, and the money.

All these traits are sure to get him any woman he wants, especially gullible ladies, who would fall for his trap.

"But it doesn't give him the right to use and abuse someone else's innocence," I thought, and because of that thought, the anxiety miraculously disappeared, like it was never there in the first place.

Getting into this bar is hard, but getting his attention is even harder, considering that all the women in this bar are swooning over him, trying to get his attention.

Not just ordinary women, but women who are well-known in the country. Models, actresses, and socialites are all vying for the attention of one of the most eligible bachelors, so how can a mere me get Jayden's attention?

"You waited for this day, Gabby; there's no turning back," I told myself.

I decided not to approach him yet, but instead to watch him as he settled into the VIP section.

I noticed that there were already a handful of girls who tried to get close to him, and by the way, their bodies moved, I'm guessing they wanted more than just to introduce themselves, but as soon as they were two feet away from his spot, his bodyguard would immediately stop them.

I can't blame them, since Jayden Andrada is really oozing with sex appeal, and if you're not careful, you might be consumed by it.

"Waiter!" I finally called the waiter who'd been assisting me, and when he saw me calling, he immediately walked toward me.

I had to lean closer for him to hear me, and when he finally caught my instruction, he looked at me with disbelief on his face, looking at me as if I were crazy.

I didn't waste any time and handed him two thousand pesos, which is equivalent to almost forty dollars.

I couldn't stop feeling regretful since those two thousand were worth my two days' work, but I knew that for my plan to work, I needed to spend a lot.

I've actually already spent a lot of money ever since I started planning for this, from the money I paid for the information about Jayden's whereabouts to the expensive dress and shoes I'm wearing to my hair and makeup.

I even bribed the bouncer at the door just to get in, but I knew it would all be worth it once I was done with my plan.

When I finally saw the waiter I bribed walking toward Jayden's table, I couldn't help but smile. I also noticed the expensive wine he was carrying.

Another expense that I needed for my plan to work, but that doesn't mean I'm ok with wasting my money.