Waking up on the Billionaire's Bed

ay of the waves was supposed to fill her with excitement. After all, this wasn't just any vacation; it was her dream trip, the one she'

pletely ease the worry in her heart. She pulled out her phone from her po

message. Venus told herself it wasn't a big deal. Joel wasn't the romantic type anyway. He was more practical, the kind o

a message. Something simp

ce Charming to call?" c

rin. She'd introduced herself earlier at the boarding terminal as Ms. Lila. A r

oying the view." But the forced smile

ed. "Enjoy it, sweetheart. But don't waste your vacation waitin

eally not waiting. I'v

Like

t Ms. Lila had a way of disarming people and making them open up. And Venus figured, she

yfriend," Venus admitte

l, aren't you bold young lady

waiting for Valentine's Day

essing look. "Just make sure

hest. She didn't know why she felt that small

he glittering decorations and the soft hum of holiday music. She loved Christmas with its fairy lights a

y toward the buffet area where an array of mouthwatering dishes awai

could

Her boyfriend of two years, the one who was supposedly on a business trip, stood just a few feet away from her. His arm w

in low whispers, completely obl

blurred with a mixture of fury and disbelief.

he

p got closer, she invited him to go together, but he refused. Saying that he was busy with work and taking

sistence would hold him back. So, she decided to go alone, except for the small d

r time without worrying about getting caught. Too bad she had come anyway. He knew how bad her relationship with Sarah

her abnormality and started giving her curious stares. But she didn't care. She didn't even care about the sinkin

e smile on his face vanis

ut in disbelief, his

she asked, her voice dripping w

ance to start making up lies to fool her. He had already done enough of tha

. This was the last bit of dignity left for her. She would not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing her

wned a cocktail, then another, and another, desperate to numb the pain. Joel's betr

deep voice aske

ad shoulders and a jawline sharp enough to cut glass. His dark hair was slightly

Venus muttered, gesturing to t

could get any interested lady pregnant. Unfortunately, Ven

d, taking another sip. "Bu

plied with a sm

en

ising his glass, "here's to b

smiling at his somewhat clever remark despite every

sinking feeling. She could feel that something wasn't right. He

ying to piece together the hazy memories of the night before. The b

sharing drinks with said stranger or how s

nd get up, but her hand touched a warm body. Her

lf face-to-face with Jared. And what was