Accidental One Night Stand With Billionaire

Chloe stood in front of the mirror, her eyes cast downward, revealing only her long, delicate lashes. Her jade-like face had a hint of alluring pink, and her rounded, upturned nose was a striking perfection. Her lips, though devoid of any lipstick, were still irresistibly rosy and moist.

Suddenly, she glanced at the clock on the wall; it was the umpteenth time she had checked the time. The hands pointed to 9 PM. She curved her lips into a radiant smile at her reflection, looking as breathtaking as a goddess fallen to earth.

Today was Valentine's Day, and like other couples, Chloe was also preparing to spend a romantic evening with her boyfriend, Amos.

Thinking of Amos's warm and handsome face, Chloe couldn't help but smile, despite pressing her lips together.

She checked the time again-9:05 PM. Chloe's delicate brows furrowed slightly.

They had agreed yesterday, when they parted, to have dinner together tonight and plan the rest of the evening. However, Amos later sent a message saying he had something to attend to and could only pick her up at 9 PM to celebrate Valentine's Day.

She had been sitting in front of the mirror since 5 PM, looking at herself, waiting. Her stomach had growled several times, yet she still had no appetite.

Tick-tock, tick-tock-the sound of the clock echoed in her heart, each tick making her more anxious.

Amos was always punctual, arriving early to every date.

But today...

Thinking this, she grew restless, stepping out of the house to check the door several times, but the person she was waiting for still hadn't appeared.

Suddenly, Chloe remembered that a few days ago, when she was dining with Amos, he had a sudden nosebleed. Could Amos be sick? Her heart clenched tightly.

No, it can't be! It can't be! She hurriedly reassured herself, but she could no longer wait. Grabbing her bag from the table, she rushed outside.

She dialed his number as she ran.

The phone rang again and again, but there was no answer.

Her heart tightened more with each ring. She quickly hailed a taxi and headed to Amos's place.

Just as she was on the verge of panic, her phone rang. Seeing the familiar number, a gentle smile immediately appeared on her fair face.

"Amos, you're..." She hadn't even finished speaking when a cold woman's voice interrupted her.

"Waiting for Amos, are you?" The woman on the other end couldn't conceal her smug tone.

"..." Chloe was stunned to hear a woman's voice on Amos's phone. The voice sounded familiar, but her mind was in such a haze that she couldn't place it.

Before Chloe could respond, the woman's smugness deepened. "Don't bother waiting. Just come to the W Hotel and find him."

W Hotel? Her mind went blank for a moment.

The word "hotel" easily conjured up thoughts of infidelity.

No, no, Amos isn't that kind of person.

As the dial tone droned in her ear, she dumbly uttered, "Hello...?"

The woman's voice was so familiar. A chill swept through her heart.

She instructed the driver to turn toward the W Hotel and gazed out the window, trying to ignore the woman's voice.

But instinctively, she felt something was wrong. Her chest tightened, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

When she got out of the car, she looked up at the sign, "W Hotel," glowing ominously, like a sinister monster, ready to devour her.

She felt a pang of dread, her feet heavy, unable to move. Clenching the phone slick with sweat, she bit her lip and walked into the lobby.

She forced herself not to think. Maybe, just maybe, Amos had planned something romantic for her tonight, a surprise.

She pressed the dial button, holding the phone tightly to her ear.

"...Hmm...who...is it..."

This time, it was indeed Amos's voice, but...why did it sound so strange?

She seemed to hear faint, heavy breathing and a suggestive murmur?

Boom...

Her mind felt like a bomb had gone off.

At 24 years old, even if she had never experienced it herself, she knew what those sounds meant.

She wanted to turn and run, but the woman's commanding voice came through the phone, "9013, get up here now, or don't regret it!"

Her hands were so slick with sweat that the phone almost slipped from her grip.

She was sure she recognized the woman's voice, but...her and him...no, she couldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes!

Stubbornness was in Chloe's bones. If there was something she could figure out, she wouldn't let it remain unclear. If she started something, she would see it through to the end!

So, despite every nerve in her body screaming for her not to go, she stepped into the elevator.

***

Room 9013

Chloe stood at the door, taking deep breaths, her hand raised several times before she finally mustered the courage to grab the doorknob and push it open forcefully.

Click-

The door swung open easily, as if someone knew she would come and had already unlocked it for her.

The first thing she saw was a woman's dress, a man's suit, and a tie, all scattered messily across the floor.

That tie-

Chloe stared at the tie entangled with the woman's mini skirt, a sharp pain piercing her heart, causing her to sway slightly.

There were countless ties in the market of the same color and style, but she recognized it immediately-it was the Valentine's Day gift she had carefully chosen for him.

She had planned to give it to him today, but last night at dinner, she had teased him by waving the gift-wrapped box in front of him. He had been overjoyed, eagerly snatching it from her hands and tearing it open. When he saw the tie, he couldn't wait to put it around his neck. "Honey, I'll treasure it and keep it close always."

He had kissed her forehead. "Chloe, tomorrow, I'll give you a Valentine's Day you'll never forget. Trust me!" His warm breath brushed her face, and his handsome features looked so sincere. The steady beat of his heart had inexplicably reassured her.

But...

It had only been one night, and her humble, sincere heart had been discarded like a worthless rag, tangled up with that woman's dress, making her feel like a complete fool.

Not far away, she saw the woman's black lace underwear intertwined suggestively with a pair of bright red boxers.

She wouldn't be naïve enough to think this was some kind of strip show between a man and a woman.

The clothes were strewn about so chaotically and intimately that just looking at them made her blush, further fueling her imagination of the intense passion that had erupted here.

The sounds coming from inside the room were clear, as if to confirm her worst fears. Each moan, louder than the last, made it impossible for her to pretend she didn't understand.

"Amos, Amos... ah..." The woman's voice, laced with desire, called out sweetly.

The response was a series of deep, heavy breaths.

Chloe's face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip hard, her vision blurring as her trembling hands gripped the phone tightly.

How absurd. She had been waiting for him since 5 PM, anxious and restless, not even drinking a sip of tea just to be ready for him.

She struggled to move her feet forward, refusing to believe that the man would treat her this way.

Grabbing onto her sleeve, no matter how humiliated she felt, Chloe was not one to retreat. Carefully stepping over the scattered clothes on the floor, each step felt like a dagger to her heart, as if she wasn't treading on the floor but on her own soul.

The sounds in the room grew more intense, and she could clearly smell the suffocating stench of lust in the air, making her want to vomit.

She forced herself to hold back, slowly raising her head. In the center of the room, on a large double bed, a man and woman were entangled.

The man's broad, strong back was facing her, obscuring his face, while the woman's flushed face and vivid red lips moved sensuously. Bold and seductive, she arched a brow and met Chloe's gaze.

The woman wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she raised her voice, a smug smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with mockery.

The man finally collapsed like a deflated balloon.

In that instant, Chloe felt dizzy, her mind going blank as if she were about to suffocate and die.

That face-she knew it all too well. She had seen it since she was born, for over twenty years. She would recognize it even if it turned to ashes.

Flora Miler! Her younger sister!

It's really her! She didn't mishear! Chloe fought back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

Her tall frame trembled uncontrollably. She used all her strength to grip the phone, as if it was the only thing keeping her upright, her back straight.

But the phone slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a soft "thud."

Amos noticed something and slightly lifted himself, turning his face to the side.

Chloe realized Amos was about to turn around, and suddenly, she panicked. She wanted to run! She didn't want to see that face, didn't want to believe that the man with her sister was him...

But it was too late... Before she could take a single step, that familiar face appeared before her eyes.

That face was just as stunningly handsome as the first time she had seen it.

But now, that face filled her with dread.

His sweat-soaked bangs clung to his forehead, his eyes still hazy with the remnants of passion.

When his eyes met Chloe's, his brows furrowed slightly as if in pain. He rubbed his forehead, looking at the woman beneath him with confusion in his eyes.

Chloe couldn't stay a moment longer. The strength that had been drained from her body suddenly returned.

She forgot to pick up the phone from the floor and turned to flee as if escaping a monstrous beast.

***

The bustling night scene of the city and the intoxicating music seemed to fade away into nothingness. Chloe's world had turned completely blank.

All she could think about was running away, desperately trying to escape... escape...

Beep beep-

Honk honk-

"What the fuck are you doing?!"

"Get the fuck outta here!"

Cars screeched to a halt as Chloe recklessly dashed across the street, causing a chorus of angry shouts and the sound of tires skidding.

But she couldn't hear the outside world at all, and all she could think about was her deceased father's wishes before he died.

"Chloe, a man doesn't have to be wealthy; as long as he has a sincere heart, that's enough. You must always beware of those men who are beasts in human clothing. Don't be fooled by their sweet words and handsome appearances..."

After her father's death, she had treated his advice as his last will.

Three years! Amos had pursued her relentlessly for three years. No matter how cold or even cruel she was to him, he seemed unaffected, always meeting her icy demeanor with a warm smile.

For three years, she had guarded her heart, never wavering.

The man believed in the adage that sincerity could move even the hardest of hearts, convinced that even if Chloe was as cold as stone, she would eventually warm up to him.

And so, it wasn't until she graduated from university that his sincerity moved her, and she cautiously handed over her heart.

For someone like her, who was so careful and unwilling to take a leap easily, once she committed, she did so with all her heart and soul.

That's why, when she saw her closest sister and the man who had sworn to love her for a lifetime tangled together, her fragile heart shattered instantly.

He had said, "Chloe, you are my moon, and I am the stars that twinkle around you. Each one represents my true heart."

But just three months after she had finally offered him her warm heart, he had trampled on it, leaving it bloodied and broken.

"Liar... liar..." She covered her face, tears seeping through her pale fingers.

"This is your first heartfelt gift to me. I'll treasure it and keep it close always."

"Haha..." Chloe laughed and cried like a madwoman.

-It was all bullshit lies!

"Chloe, tomorrow, I'll give you a Valentine's Day you'll never forget. Trust me!"

Indeed, of all the countless things he had said, perhaps only that one sentence was true.

It was definitely a different Valentine's Day, one she would likely never forget, one that would be etched into her bones and soul.

"Dad..." She collapsed by the fountain, calling out desperately, "I was wrong, so wrong... It hurts so much... so much..."

It was because she hadn't heeded her father's teachings that she was now experiencing this gut-wrenching, soul-crushing pain once again.

The last time she had felt such heartache was when her father had died because of her.

But this time, the pain seemed even more unbearable, leaving her gasping for breath, on the verge of suffocating...

A week later

Blues Bar, located on a somewhat secluded street, hadn't always done well in business, but ever since Chloe started working there, the place had become more popular by the day.

Her music was like a spell, capable of calming people's anger, bringing them joy, and making them feel completely at ease.

For an entire week, Chloe had been missing. The bar owner, Mag, had tried calling her so many times that her phone was nearly dead, but she still couldn't reach her.

Customers were growing more restless, almost to the point of tearing the bar apart.

Tonight, the bar was packed again, and with only five minutes left until showtime, there was still no sign of Chloe. Mag was starting to sweat with worry.

Standing on her toes, Mag anxiously scanned the bar, and finally, she saw a figure dressed in white appear around the corner. She couldn't contain her excitement and shouted, "She's here! Chloe's here!"

Instantly, the bar fell silent. As Chloe stepped inside, hundreds of pairs of eyes followed her every move. She was a bit taken aback.

After a brief moment of silence, thunderous applause erupted.

She felt a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Naturally quiet and reserved, Chloe had always been cautious in this mixed crowd, but the regulars had grown accustomed to her presence and enjoyed communicating with her through her music.

Nodding slightly, Chloe sat down at the piano. Instantly, her slender, pale fingers began to dance across the keys, producing a stream of smooth, powerful, yet graceful notes that filled the room. The guests seemed enchanted, their worries melting away.

At some point, the music began to change, causing the patrons to stop whatever they were doing and fixate on Chloe as she played quietly. Her expression remained mostly unchanged, her eyes downcast, revealing only the slight tremor of her long lashes.

The music sounded like a lament, a mournful wail, as if it were crying out in pain, evoking a sense of heartbreak in those who listened.

***

At midnight, Chloe finished her shift. She closed the piano lid as Mag approached her.

"Chloe, are you in some kind of trouble?" Mag was a widow in her thirties, warm-hearted and sincere.

Chloe smiled faintly, her lips curving into a gentle crescent, "Mag, I'm sorry about this past week, I-"

"No need to explain," Mag interrupted. "If it wasn't absolutely necessary, you wouldn't have done this!"

Mag glanced toward the entrance, not seeing the man who usually came to pick up Chloe every day, Amos. "Let's wait a bit longer; the person who usually picks you up isn't here yet."

A sharp pain shot through Chloe's heart, but she maintained a soft smile. "No, it's fine. I'll go on my own." There was a bittersweet sadness to her smile.

Noticing the change in Chloe's music tonight, Mag, who had seen all kinds of people and events in her life, had already guessed what was going on. She patted Chloe on the shoulder and said, "If anything happens, don't forget you still have me."

"Mm." Chloe smiled gratefully.

Raising her head, she saw a tall figure at the door, and the faint smile froze on her lips. Mag followed her gaze to the man at the entrance-he was no longer the dashing, handsome man he used to be. His hair was disheveled, and stubble covered his face.

Chloe's expression disappeared, and suddenly, a cold indifference enveloped her. She drifted past the tall man at the door like a wisp of white smoke.

Seeing the distant, ethereal look in her eyes, Amos suddenly felt a sharp pain. He had a sense that his Chloe was slipping away like a wisp of smoke, drifting out of his world forever.

His eyes turned red in an instant. He reached out with his long arm and grabbed her delicate, pale wrist.

"Chloe, we need to talk." His voice was hoarse and raspy.

Chloe slowly lifted her eyelids, casting a faint glance at the man-or rather, her gaze passed right through him, distant and ethereal. She didn't say a word, just tried to pull her wrist free.

Her wrist was so slender and fragile that it seemed like it would snap with the slightest twist, so Amos quickly released her.

"I was wrong, but I truly love you. I was drunk, and I mistook her for you!"

Grabbing Chloe's hand, Amos shouted, his frustration and self-loathing clear in his voice. He was furious that Chloe wouldn't listen to his explanation.

"Ha." Chloe laughed through her tears. Her newly dried tears started to fall again, big and heavy. She quickly wiped them away, her bloodshot eyes sharp as daggers, staring at Amos's handsome face as if wanting to cut it open to see if there was blood underneath that mask.

Mistook her?

He claimed he mistook her!

Could someone truly in love make such a mistake?

She didn't want to shed another tear for this man, but the dull ache in her heart was impossible to ignore.

Chloe's laughter sent chills through Amos, her mockery piercing his heart. He couldn't stand her sarcasm. He tightened his grip on her hand, leaving her wrist red.

"Chloe, please don't do this," Amos pleaded, a tear slipping from his eye. He quickly turned away, not wanting her to see it.

"Take your hand off!" Chloe's voice was icy, her entire body bristling like a porcupine. She yanked her hand free and immediately wiped it with a tissue, as if his touch had dirtied her.

"Chloe." Her actions deeply hurt Amos. Was he really that filthy? After all, wasn't it common for men to have multiple women? And he hadn't done it on purpose!

Chloe gritted her teeth and growled, "Shut up! Don't humiliate me anymore!"

Betrayal was betrayal, with no excuses and no chance for forgiveness.

Not sparing him another glance, Chloe straightened her back and walked away with her head held high.

"Chloe..." The man let out a pained cry, his eyes moistening. His moon had truly forsaken him. Without the moon, how could the stars shine?

No!

He wouldn't allow it!

He got up and followed her from a distance, knowing her temperament all too well, too afraid to approach. He wished he could cut his flesh into pieces and feed it to the dogs, then carve out his heart and offer it to her.

But it was too late. Last night, when he had climbed into that bed, he had lost that privilege.

Could he tell her that it was because he loved her too much, loved her to the point of drunkenness, to the point of madness, to the point where his intelligence was reduced to zero, that he had ended up in the wrong bed?

Even he couldn't believe such an excuse, so how could he make her believe it?