My replacement groom is billionaire

Chapter 1

Janice POV

I walked elegantly into the rowdy club, looking as hot as usual. There was only one reason I came to the club, and it was for a new catch. It has been a while, and I really needed it now.

The club was loud as usual with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes everywhere, and of course, music was not left out. Since I wasn't here for any of that, I just walked over to the counter and knocked on it, getting the bartender's attention.

"One glass of non-alcoholic wine," he immediately turned to me with a flirty smile, but he was not my type, so I just turned my face away.

"Here is your order, Ms. Bill on me," He winked at me, but I just grabbed the glass and stood up.

"Thanks, man," And with that, I walked away from him and headed to sit on the long couch, feeding my eyes with nothing while sipping on the wine.

A strong expensive cologne caught my attention, and I immediately looked around to check where it was coming from, but my eyes fell on a young man seated on the far end of the couch where I was seated. Although I could barely see his face, I knew he was handsome and of course, he looked like a wealthy person.

"This is your catch tonight," I whispered to myself as I stood up and walked up to him.

"Hi... Can I sit with you?" I smiled at him flirtatiously, as I spoke in the calmest and sexiest voice I could use.

"No..." He looked at me through the light darkness, and I mouthed an 'oh'. What a rude jerk he is. There is nothing wrong with sitting with him, yeah?

"Alright," I turned to leave when someone held my hand from behind, bringing me to a halt.

"You look like a desperate bitch... How about we get a room, hmm?" A smile formed on my lips, knowing that I would be getting what I wanted soon.

"Sure... Why not?" He stood up immediately and held my waist after he pulled close and our bodies collided. He must be a pervert. Hmph!

He claimed my lips and kissed me slowly. I almost lost myself, unable to resist the urge to kiss him. It felt so fucking good. Yeah, he was a good kisser.

I managed to pull away from him and said, "How about we get a room? We can't do it here, you know?" I trailed my fingers down his chest.

"Sure," He leaned forward and whispered against my ear before he bit my earlobe, and my heart missed a beat.

He finally led the way and I followed him. We arrived at a room in the club, and he pinned me to the wall as soon as we walked inside. The way he kissed me and explored my body with his warm palm almost gave me away, but I had to constantly remind myself of the reason I had come here. It wasn't for pleasure but for something more important.

He kissed my neck roughly, leaving me almost breathless. He was so good with everything he did that I almost succumbed if not that I was here for something else. He fondled my boob, pinching my nipple from the gown I was wearing, and of course, teasing the nape of my neck.

"Ho...hold on..." I stuttered and held my breast as I gently stopped him.

"Can I use the restroom, please?" I managed to speak, and he looked at me. Now that I saw what he looked like, I was almost swayed by his handsome face. Those charming brown eyes, the sharp jawline, the pointed nose, and fuck! Those sexy lips made me want to kiss him again. How could someone be this handsome?

"Think straight, Janice... Think straight," I slapped myself mentally and inhaled briefly.

"I can't wait anymore..." He held my waist and pulled me close, our bodies pressing hard against each other. I felt his hard dick poking me down there, and fuck! My cheeks flushed. He was way taller than me, so I had to look up at him, and all I saw in his eyes were desires. He looked like a playboy, but is he always like this with every girl?

"Uhm... I'll be back shortly. I just need to use the restroom," I managed to wriggle away from his grip and dashed into the bathroom. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks turned pink from blushing. I had been a call girl for the past seven years of my life, and this was just happening for the first time. I had never gotten attached to any of my clients in the past. I never mixed work with pleasure. I had never slept with any of my clients.