The Billionaire Who Secretly Stole My Heart

Eve's POV

I have always been careful. Careful of the choices I made, careful of my life, and most of all my heart. But that night, I didn't know what came over me, because this feeling of recklessness was what I felt. Something I hadn't felt in years.

The bass thumped through my veins, the drink left this cold burn on my hand, and across the crowded room, my eyes locked with his. I should have looked away. Better still, I should have walked away, but something was in the intensity of his gaze that pinned me down.

I had no idea who this man was, and I cared less. He was too hot, his face glittering, his ocean blue eyes staring deep into mine, with his thick brown hair that fell to his brows.

I lacked words to express how magnificent he was. As he raised his hand to pick the shot he had ordered from the barman, he smelt rich. If I guessed right, it was the St. Louis perfume he wore. Fuck knows the last time I checked it at the mall, the price wasn't smiling.

Perhaps my nose was deceiving me. I didn't smell it right.

No, I knew what that smell was . Ah, just then he became more mysterious when I saw his Rolex wristwatch. How was someone as rich as he is doing in such a cheap bar?

"Are you rich?" I was propelled to ask in my intoxicated state.

"What do you think?" His deep husky voice asked.

"My guts tells me you're one of those guys that come here and show off, squandering their little cash on drinks and girls."

"And I look like one of them?"

"Not exactly...nevermind. My feelings can be pointless at times."

Silence fell as the beat that buzzed my ears grew louder, louder than before. Then I noticed his brows fall and his chiseled jaw drop. It was obvious he was weary the moment he gulped the shot.

"Only sad folks drink that way." I said, rubbing my palm against my forehead. That was the hypocrisy I exhibited when I myself was sad and drunk.

"Nah, I'm way more than that. Just disappointed."

"In who?"

He gulped another, "In what?, you should ask."

"I'm all ears." I wrestled with my woven bracelet.

"Disappointed in that thing called love. Love is shit." He chuckled. A chuckle that one could easily tell he was depressed and in extreme pain. Emotional pain."Cheers to us that believe love sucks."

He raises his glass as I clinked mine with his.

"Not that I believe love sucks, I just find it tiring. I don't have the time and effort to put into it."

"Are you homosexual?"

"Absolutely not." His eyes peered into mine with a short smile that ignited something in my belly. I never knew I could start such a touching conversation with a stranger. Funny thing was that it went well.

Before I knew it, his lips pressed against mine. I struggled to pull away when I felt his warm palm around my waist. And his kisses are more intense.

I finally managed to withdraw myself. For crying out loud, I was in a bar kissing a total stranger. What if he was a criminal or something worse than that.

I looked around, hoping no one saw us.

"What was that for?" I said in a whisper.

Even though something deep down in me enjoyed him. He was undeniably a good kisser. Fascinating.

"I love your lips. Way better and kissable, compared to my ex's." A glint of a smile brushed against my face.

"I get that a lot."

"After they kiss you or...?"

Huh? Did he hear me say that?

Fuck me.

"I only let people I like kiss me."

"It means you like me."

"I never said that..." I looked over my shoulder, butterflies. How I wish he could stop with the teasing.

No, never stop.

Suddenly, I felt his hand draw my jaw to his face as he kissed me slowly, then faster, our tongues wrestling intimate wars , and pleasurable noise nearly rising above the bass beat.

Fuck knows.

I cared less at this point. I didn't give a fuck if anyone saw me.

I felt his heart beat at the same rate as mine when I placed my arms on his chest. His muscular body being the type every lady craves for.

"Hey...do you guys want to do this somewhere else?" The bar man asked, irritation written all over him, bringing us to a halt.

"We'll be glad if you give us space." Mystery guy said as the bar man bar man pointed to a door that read "store."

What? We're doing that shit in a store?

He looked at me, his eyes reassuring me. Of course I couldn't say no.

Blurb:

"Take off your clothes..." His chill voice howled in my ears.

We had already had the best kiss of our lives the moment he pulled off his pants as I saw his cock hungry, outstretched, calling out for me.

His gaze locked with mine, filled with intense desire and want for my body.

He ripped my dress, leaving me bare before him. Then his slow kisses and touch traced up my neck as he pulled me up, his hand grabbing my butt cheeks as he pushed me against the wall.

Before I knew it, I felt something inside of me...He had thrusted his dick. His movement was slow and passionate.

I wanted more...couldn't resist the urge..."Fuck me harder" I whispered.

He let go of my cupped ass. What had happened?

He quickly cleared bottles of drinks with a swipe of his hand that made the bottles shatter in my ears. He swept me off the ground again to the table.

Hope it wasn't what I was thinking.

"Spread your legs." He said. I was indeed loving it.

I must confess that no one has ever fucked me like he did. He pulled me to the edge of the table and spread open my legs as he licked my clit, making me wet already.

I gasped as I gripped the corners of the table feeling the tip of his tongue on me...The feeling of him grew more familiar and mesmerizing as he tilted my head backwards and sunk fully inside me.

Then I felt his hand grab my breasts, slowly squeezing it as he sucked my nipple. I felt the sensation tied from my breast to my pussy.

It was the weirdest place I had ever had sex (drunk by the way.) But guess what made me stay...his kisses, the way his hand moved against my thigh...the way he fucked me.

Christ.

Everything was on another level entirely. I wish we hadn't done it. No, I'm glad we did. It'd be stupid of me to let go off a good looking man in the name of my morals.

I could let go of my morals at that point,cause I knew if I ever got to tell Susana I had met such a guy and didn't do anything with him...God knows she'd chop my head off.

I could still feel him on me as I wore my bra, adjusting the strap.

It was dawn already when I realized that aunt Sarah existed. Geez, she'd rip my soul apart. I quickly wore my panties and dressed up. Thank God he didn't wake up the moment I shut the door.

I didn't even get his name or steal a last glance at him cause shame was what I felt. Extreme shame.

I had dressed up and gotten all my things packed in my handbag, but something was missing. A part of me was gone.

What if I was just being delusional cause I searched a hundred times?

I snuck out of the bar and didn't hesitate in calling a cab, "Green valley." I said as he drove off in full speed.

I promised to double his pay if only he did as I said (drive on high speed obviously).

Only God knew what awaited me at home.

As the cab sped through the lit, empty streets, my mind replayed the night's events. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Just then, my phone buzzed in my bag. I fumbled to retrieve it, expecting a message from Aunt Sarah.

Instead, an unknown number flashed on the screen. With a hesitant breath, I answered.

"Eve?" The voice was deep, unfamiliar, and sent chills down my spine. You left something behind."

My heart pounded. "Who is this?

A low chuckle came through the line. Let's just say, I'll be seeing you very scon."

The call ended abruptly, leaving me with a gnawing sense of dread.I checked my bag again, and my heart sank as I realized what was missing. my wallet, containing my ID, my credit cards, and something far more personal, a photo of my late mother.

Panic surged through me as the cab turned Into Green Valley. What had I gotten myself into?