The Billionaire's Whore

Chapter 1

Jessa's POV

Jessa was still on the stairs when she smelled something burning. There was also black smoke coming out of the kitchen door.

Her chest pounded hard with nervousness. He hurried down the stairs and quickly ran into the kitchen while shouting.

"Fire! Manang! Papa! Ghaawd! fire!"

Dark smoke greeted him. He coughed because he inhaled it.

"Dad!" he called his father when he saw him standing in front of the stove and not learning how to put out the fire there.

"Son, get out, smoke!" his father shouted back.

He rolled his eyeballs, it was obvious that the smoke was so thick it looked like they were about to burn!

He immediately took action and took the fire extinguisher hanging on the back of the door. He quickly approached the stove and aimed at the host of the fire extinguisher then pulled the pin and squeezed the lever. The white chemical came out and slowly extinguished the fire.

He blew out a lot of air when he finished. He sat down on the floor.

"Tsk, it's overcooked!" His father's voice.

He glanced sharply at his father. He is in his fifties but will be in his forties. It is white and small. His Dad is only 4'11. It is also fat and has narrow eyes. Its head is shaking. This is a skin head that he has grown up with. He didn't remember his Papa ever growing a single hair on his head. He looks more like a comedian than a businessman. It is fat and its round belly is superior in size.

"Over cooked?! Well, the whole house almost caught fire!" he is divorced here.

He grimaced and then rubbed his head, which was already greasy from sweat. He just shook his head at the look of his Papa. Its nostrils are blackened and sweaty.

"Where is Manang, why are you cooking?" He stood up and turned the fire extinguisher on the bottom of the kitchen island and then approached the stove. He grimaced when he saw that there were six pieces of fire in the shape of a fish that were only as long as his finger and one inches wide.

"What is this?" He turned to his father.

"Dry?" it is also a questionable answer.

"Dry? When did you learn to eat dry, Pa?" he asked with a frown. "Then where is Manang? Manang!" he called the old assistant who was their only remaining assistant. They have four helpers but just last week her Papa declared that they need to save money. So he dismissed the three servants and left Manang who had been their servant since he was a child.

"Eh... I'm going to resign too, son," his Papa said shyly.

He looked at her violently.

"What?!"

He winced because of his loud cry.

"Well, we both don't know how to cook and then you resigned from Manang?!" He divorced his father. It's like a child bending down and playing with his hand. He sighed in exasperation. He even surpassed the caring child in his Papa's eyes.

"Tell me the truth, Pa! Has the hardware failed yet?" He was referring to the last business that his mother had founded while she was still alive.

Two years ago they had five branches of spa and wellness throughout Manila, hundred hectares of rice fields in the province of Quezon, auto repair shop, junk shop and hardware.

But when his mother died two years ago, their businesses began to fail one by one and all they had left was the hardware, and only their father and son were living.

But it looks like their hardware is also on the side.

As much as his Mom is smart and strategic in business, his Dad is the opposite. It's easy to spoil that's why people around it often take advantage of it.

"Not yet, son..." he whispered softly.

He could have breathed a sigh of relief when he added what he said.

"It's just a loss..."

"Iiiihhhh! Dad, of course!" He stomps in front of his father in annoyance. Where will father and son go if the hardware is lost? Where are they going to get food and pay the bills?

"doing it Dad's way, Son..."

He felt pity for his father when he saw his sadness. He just bit his lip and picked up his bag that was on the floor in annoyance.

"I'm going to leave," he said softly then came closer and kissed her on the forehead. "Take a bath, Pa, it smells like you've been sleeping."

He just smiled at her and nodded one after the other. Shaking his head, he left the kitchen.

"Be careful, son!" he heard his father's shout

Back then he was riding in a service car and even had a driver when going to school, he didn't have to walk a few kilometers out of the village where their house was staying before riding a Jeep to the University. But that was then, it's different now. They can no longer afford to hire a driver and they no longer have a car because it has been sold.

Only the house and hardware were left to them. Even a friend is gone. Their relatives don't even know them anymore.

When their businesses and money disappeared one by one, the people around them also disappeared one by one. He is just thankful because somehow he was able to get his mother's educational plan, so he is still able to continue studying.

Sometimes he wanted to cry about what happened to them. Especially when he sees his Dad struggling. That's why he was too proud. He doesn't want to show fate that he has lost! Because for him as long as he breathes he still has hope!

He wiped sweat while standing on the side of the road where a Jeep often passes by, which in turn passes outside the University he attends.

It was only eight o'clock in the morning but there were many people waiting for the jeep.

Every day his life is like this when he enters school. You will be crowded and pushed just to ride.

He had to go to school at nine o'clock. He's really just getting up early because he's still changing clothes in the school restroom so he's still fresh when he enters the classroom.

At exactly eight thirty, he was already inside the restroom and was changing his clothes. Then he came out and walked towards the canteen. He is hungry because he didn't have breakfast.

He met Ycos in the hallway. An engineering student.

His ultimate crush was a freshman.

"Hi, Jes," he said to her with a smile showing his even and white teeth.

Napa-haay... He just thought about it with a small smile. When it passed him, he barely inhaled its scent.

His day was complete just seeing Ycos. He really bet Ycos ever since he met him and that he could be with him in a club he joined at School. It's nice and quiet. This is not like other men who are arrogant and arrogant who only know form. Ycos is a scholar and popular in their University but he remains humble and always has a smile for everyone. So when he has the chance he simply makes it cute.

He immediately lined up at the cafeteria when he got there. He wanted sausage and bacon and black coffee, but his budget didn't reach it, so he only bought a sandwich and a troficana.

His salary from the café where he works is still next week. He no longer asks his father for allowance because he knows that he also has money problems.

After getting his change, he picked up his tray and turned his back on the cashier. Just as he turned around, there was someone behind him. The tray hit it and the troficana spilled on its clothes. The troficana bottle broke at their feet when it fell.

"Hala! Sorry... Sorry..." he quickly apologized then hurriedly grabbed his bag and took his handkerchief then quickly wiped his wet clothes. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it," he said then looked up at what he had thrown.

He covered his mouth and inhaled sharply when he recognized who he had dumped

Of all people Xyrius Dale Smith is still!

The worst, most arrogant and most bully of all the bullies he knows. It has no excuse. It makes anyone cringe when they think about it. Many professors have already resigned because of this nonsense and it was also reported that someone committed suicide because they couldn't take the bullying anymore.

Even his esophagus and small intestines trembled when he saw her eyebrows meeting and looking at him intently.

"S-s-s-sorry..." He overcame the fact that he poured a weight of ice on his chin shaking from being so nervous.

What he avoids most of all is this. During his two years in Westwood he always turned his way when he met her.

He couldn't even look at her for fear that she would catch him and make him hot. But now he was staring at her eyes, as if he didn't want to stop.

The color of its eyes is very beautiful, gray. Its eyelashes will be fluffy like in Sto. Manang's Nino in this room. It has a pointed nose and thick lips that are obviously naturally red.

Namit...

His two hands went up and started to unbutton his black longsleeve.

It was like slow-mo in his eyes, every button that was opened made him wonder. Because his sinful body was gradually exposed to his virgin eyes. He swallowed and suddenly bit the handle of his shoulder bag. Terrifying. It must be nice to caress its chest down to... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 its sh*t 8-pack-abs with juice dripping. Crazy looks like a commercial model. The body is like a beach body.

"Dry clean it," he said while throwing a polo shirt at his face.

He even closed his eyes when he smelled his polo shirt.

Heaven...

She was even surprised when he pushed her and she lined up at the cashier even though she was naked.

That's it?

No rampage? No stupid mother fucking father chu chu?

He shook his head. What kind of mind does he have? He should be glad that Xyrius seems to be in a good mood and has no intention of retaliating against him.

He slowly stepped back to leave quietly. He just breathed a sigh of relief when he got out of the cafeteria. He looked at Xyrius' longsleeve in his hand.

"Hey, it's really bad luck! Instead of breakfast, I got laundry!" he sighed then put the longsleeve in the bag and walked towards their building. It was still early, so when he came to the room, the professor was not there and the students were still standing still. He sat down and put his bag on the table. Let him take a nap first so that he forgets his hunger. He will only eat lunch later because he has just the right amount of money.

He just woke up when he felt someone sitting next to him. It's Mina. He smiled at her so she smiled back even though she was still sleepy.

"Is Prof there yet?" he asked then yawned.

"Not yet," he answered then took the notebook from the bag and read. He looked down and just watched him do it.

Mina is beautiful, he is jealous of her complexion. It's simple to wear but still has a remarkable beauty. His face is very gentle and his eyes are wide open as if they are always ready to cry. Her thin lips are also naturally red. He held his own lips tightly. He felt jealous.

He turned to her and smiled slightly.

"Why?" it asked.

He smirked. "Do you have a sandwich?" he asked here. Because he always has a sandwich and he often splits it. He nodded with a smile and scratched the bag again then handed him the sandwich. "You're really the best, thank you!" he said and happily devoured the sandwich.

It continued to write again. This is the only one he considered his best friend since he went to college. He met her at a club he joined and they have been friends ever since.

Mina is kind, quiet and seems to have her own world. He came from a buena famillia, but he never saw him being sociable or polite. It's not like his best friends in high school who suddenly distanced themselves from him when they were probably suffering.

Jessa's POV

It was night when he got home to them. He had to soak in the library to use a computer for his thesis. Because his laptop is broken and he hasn't been able to fix it yet.

There are two vans parked outside their house and there are big men who look like goons standing at the gate. He sped up because he was overcome with nervousness. His dad was the first thing he thought of.

"E-Excuse me ho... Makikiraan..." he said to Mama standing at their gate. He gulped when she frowned and looked back at him. "That's where I live FYI..." he said with a smile that turned into a grimace. The man stepped forward and let her pass. When he went inside he saw his Dad kneeling on the floor. He has a black eye, a cracked lip and a bloody nose.

In front of it was an old man in a jacket and fedora. It sits squarely while playing with its cane that has a dragon's head as a handle. He had a cigar in his mouth without a light. It looks Italian based on its aristocratic nose. Behind it are four men who look like club bouncers. The tall and manly body and even though the veins in the arms and neck are not yet flexing are obvious. He swallowed and slowly approached his Papa who immediately cried when he saw him.

The corner of his eye also warmed with pity for his Papa.

"P-papa..."

"You have a very lovely daughter, Chongson," said the old man who was looking at him and he was like something he was tickling.

He quickly hugged his Dad.

"P-Pa, who are they?" he whispered to his father but his eyes were on the old man in front of them.

"I'm Guiller, hija. I'm a friend of your Papa," said the old man.

He looked at her evilly. "What do you need from my dad?" he boldly asked here.

He smiled and his gold teeth appeared. "Your father has the same debt, hija," he said gently. It's like talking to a toddler.

He turned his gaze to his father. It bowed down.

"You owe me, Pa?" he asked here. And he seemed to run out of energy when he nodded. "How much?" he asked weakly.

"Ten million not including interest," the old man answered his question.

To Be Continued...