Fated To Deal With The Billionaire

The sound of tapping steps echoed in the quiet hallway. A woman glanced at the clock on her wrist. Seven minutes to fifteen at night. Her gaze returned to the front, looking one by one at the apartment rooms she passed as she walked.

Her destination was room 1607. She really wanted to go back to her own apartment so she could lay down. More precisely, to meet someone who must be waiting for him.

Today was the fourth time in one week that she had to work overtime because her annoying boss always assigned her tasks that should have been done by someone else. Her job required her to meet a lot of people, meetings between brands, and complex discussions about the progress of her company's brand products. Her energy was really running out now.

The woman looked up and massaged her neck. Hours of sitting in front of a computer screen made her neck feel numb. Luckily, it wasn't long before her steps arrived in front of a door bearing the number '1607'.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Finally..."

After smiling for a few seconds looking at the apartment door, the woman opened the door code. Tit, tit, tit, tiiit. The sound of the door code was heard followed by the 'squeak' sound of the door opening. The woman let out a rough breath before opening the door.

She turned on the room light. When she took a step forward after closing the door again, her forehead wrinkled at the sight of a pair of women's high heels. Placed right next to the men's black work shoes. Unfamiliar shoes.

"What are these?" she asked herself, looking at the high heels. "Did he have a girl friend come?"

How strange. Her future husband had never invited male or female friends to her apartment. How could there be a pair of high heels next to her future husband's work shoes?

The woman suddenly felt bad, but she kept herself from sinking into bad thoughts. Maybe he'd just made a female friend who'd been invited over to chat with, she thought.

"Honey? Where are you?" As she stepped into the apartment's living room, she called out. Her gaze wandered around. But only silence was heard. Both eyebrows raised in astonishment.

Feeling, his fiancée's work shoes were near the shelf. Why was there no response to the call?

On the sofa, the woman saw a paper bag. She chuckled and shook her head. "How could he buy me a bag?"

She approached the paper bag with a brand logo. Her smile grew wider as she held the paper bag up in front of her face, watching with sparkling eyes.

"He's always unexpected, which is why I love him."

The woman noticed the bag inside the paper bag. She was about to take the bag out, but the movement of her hand stopped as her ears caught the sound of moaning from inside the room. Her head snapped around, for some reason straight to the room.

The moaning sound turned into a woman's sigh.

The woman's whole body stiffened. Her heart was pumping fast. She sharpened her hearing, hoping she was just hallucinating, but it became clearer and clearer.

The woman's sigh sounded louder then.

The uneasy feeling in her chest grew as her curiosity grew. She stood still for a moment, then slowly moved towards the source of the sound. She had just realized that there was the faint sound of music coming from inside the room. Who was there?

The woman's thoughts drifted everywhere as she stared at the door to her room. But she repeatedly shook her head to dispel any prejudice.

"Honey?" The woman tried to call out, but there was no reaction from inside.

The sound of a woman's sigh became clearer through the music. The woman's heart was pumping fast. Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door and kicked it. When the door was fully opened, the woman was suddenly transfixed by the scene before her.

On the bed, her fiancé, not wearing a single thread, was lying on top of a woman. They were kissing hotly. The blanket only partially covered their bodies so that the woman's body was clearly exposed wearing nothing.

The woman was dumbfounded. While the two humans on the bed stopped kissing, they simultaneously widened their eyes in surprise at her arrival.

"Nora?" The man on the bed muttered his name in a low tone. He could not move at once.

The woman called Nora scrunched her waist as she laughed sarcastically and looked down. "Bastard... what am I looking at right now?"

The man gasped and hurriedly pushed himself to the edge of the bed to put on his shorts, before hurriedly approaching Nora. "Nora... wait, I can explain. It's not what you think, Nora."

Nora looked at the man before her with calm eyes. But a faint glint of sharpness appeared as a small grin spread. "At least rent a hotel room. You have to stay in my apartment room to have an affair? It's just filthy."

Hearing Nora's speaking name that implied mocking sarcasm honestly sparked the annoyance of the man before him. Unfortunately, the current situation was not right to create a bigger argument. The man bowed his head with a sigh of regret. His sigh was audible.

"That's not what I meant, Nora. I invited her earlier because she had nowhere to go. But I was too drunk earlier," the man replied in a slightly stuttered tone.

Instead of answering the man's incoherent ramblings, Nora asked, "How long has it been?"

The man's face looked up, looking at Nora doubtfully. He didn't know what to say to Nora. As a result, for a few seconds, the man just stayed still while scratching the back of his neck. Feeling awkward.

Unable to stand it, Nora repeated the question. "How long has it been?"

""Four months..." The man hung up his sentence, then dropped to kneel in front of Nora. "Please forgive me, Nora. This was completely out of my consciousness. I couldn't control myself because of my drunkenness."

"How trite, Jerry," Nora muttered, which the man named Naufal could still hear. "Ah... damn. Do I have to remember what you guys do every time I sleep on my bed? How embarrassing."

Jerry didn't react, just raised his head to look at Nora. The pleading look on his face really made Nora sick.

Nora exhaled harshly as she looked away. "Looks like I have to move out of this apartment. Oh, our wedding is canceled in two days, Naufal. And don't forget..."

Nora's sentence hung. Jerry spontaneously stood up from his seat, looking at Nora with a stunned look at Nora's decision.

"My money is still in our joint savings. Return it all tomorrow."

Nora then turned around to rush out of the room. But her movement was stopped when Naufal's voice was heard.

"Nora, all the money in the savings account... is gone. I bought her a lot of presents with that money. Sorry."

Jerry thought Nora would immediately slap, punch, or kick him when he turned around. In fact, Nora didn't react. Her eyes just looked straight into Jerry's beady eyes, then laughed sarcastically. Jerry was dumbfounded, while Nora immediately pulled out her cell phone from her shirt pocket. She searched for someone's contact before putting the screen to her ear.

"Hello? Book me an emergency ticket to California tonight."

Nora hung up the phone without turning her sharp gaze away from Jerry. Without saying anything, Nora continued to walk out of the apartment room. Her mind, which was already chaotic due to a pile of work at the office, was now even more frantic. Her steps rushed outside the apartment building to catch a taxi. Her heart was racing fast as the emotional turmoil she was holding back exploded.

Images of the hot kiss swirled in Nora's head, driving sharp thorns into her heart. When she got into the taxi, Nora patted her chest to calm down. The tears that had been welling up for a while finally fell. Nora looked outside, watching the soothing lights of the capital building.

The trip to the airport took an hour because her apartment building was not far away. Nora didn't even realize that she was only carrying a sizable goodie bag, instead of a suitcase. But she didn't care. The departure time of the booked plane happened to be twenty-five minutes away. Now Nora was sitting in the passenger lounge.

She deliberately chose a row of metal benches near the window overlooking the airplane's takeoff field. She did her best to keep herself from sobbing.

"Excuse me, Miss."

A heavy voice from behind snapped Nora out of her reverie. Nora hurriedly wiped her cheeks, but her eyes saw a pair of black shoes standing beside her. A handkerchief was held out in front of her face.

Nora looked up. A tall male figure stood tall with a cold gaze straight at her. The frown lines on his forehead seemed to imply a disturbed expression.

"Stop crying. The sound of your sobs is distracting," the man said matter-of-factly.

Nora was dumbfounded, then looked around. Where did this man come from?

"Did you... hear?" asked Nora, quietly.

"I'm behind you, and I'm not deaf," the man replied, handing her a handkerchief. "Lower your voice with this."

Nora accepted the handkerchief stiffly. When the man was about to walk away, Nora immediately said, "Wait, what's your name?"

The man stopped walking and turned around, looking at Nora questioningly. As if she understood, Nora then said, "Oh... someday if we meet again, I can memorize your name and return this."

"Keano," the man replied, curtly. "Keano Albarack. I hope we don't meet again."

California, America.

"HEY, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME-"

A woman's loud scream broke the attention of the surroundings, including Keano. The man's face looked up, glanced around for the source of the voice, then found a crowded scene near the bar counter. A woman was standing slightly staggered, pointing at the rather fat man in front of her.

"Are you crazy?! What's wrong with you?!"

For some reason, Keano felt intrigued by the crowd scene. He quickly put the tablet into his bag, then got up from the chair. His gaze did not leave the crowd near the bar counter. A shred of curiosity managed to move Keano's feet to walk closer to the location of the crowd.

"Hey! You have to take responsibility! You... ruined me! You crazy man!"

Keano was already standing behind the four patrons who were whispering to each other, watching the screaming woman with a strange look. The woman's position was with her back to Keano. Out of curiosity, Keano finally walked sideways to get a better look.

"Are you challenging me on purpose?! I just bumped into you a little, and now you're so angry?!"

"Yes! I'm angry with you! Why?! You're nothing more than a coward who plays with women!"

Keano was surprised to see the woman who was yelling while pointing at the fat man. The woman's face looked exactly like the woman he had met in the airport lounge-the woman he had given a handkerchief to for crying.

Keano was about to turn around because he felt that their argument was unnecessary. But his steps were stopped after hearing a slapping sound.

Keano turned his head back, and widened his eyes. The woman had slapped the fat man in front of her!

"She really is a crazy woman!"

Just as the fat man was about to attack, several bartenders rushed over to them. It took the help of other patrons to restrain the fat man from attacking the woman. Meanwhile, the woman was shouting defiantly while pointing fearlessly.

Keano immediately rolled his eyes in annoyance while letting out a short sigh.

Without further ado, Keano slipped in amongst the onlookers. He stepped closer to the woman who was still struggling to break free from the two bartenders holding her. I don't know what moved Keano to take her hand away from the two bartenders, making her stagger backwards. But Keano immediately grabbed her body.

"I know her," Keano said to the male bartender as he looked at her suspiciously, then his gaze shifted to the woman. "You... come with me."

"Hey! Who are you?! My business with that woman isn't done yet!"

Keano turned his head towards the fat man who was looking at him very sharply. Unwilling to stall for time, Keano wrapped her arms around his neck, then lifted her body to be carried out of the crowd. The woman's body was too weak to resist.

Even as Keano carried the woman through the deserted hallway, the woman repeatedly growled. Keano vaguely heard what she was saying.

"Jerry... bastard."

Keano's eyebrows raised in astonishment. The woman's voice was not very clear, but he could still hear. But he didn't really care. When he met a waiter, he walked straight to the VVIP room. He didn't need to register with the receptionist because he was already a VVIP guest at this club. Besides, the situation was very urgent now.

Now Keano's steps had arrived at the VVIP room. After the maid opened the door, Keano entered and laid her body on the long black sofa. There were only two of them in this large room. At first Keano wanted to straighten up, but the cell phone lying on her stomach suddenly lit up.

The screen displayed a pop up notification of messages and phone calls that were not picked up.

Fifteen messages coming from the contact name 'Bastard Man' and ten missed phone calls.

One of the messages on the phone screen was read by Keano.

[Nora, please answer my phone call. I'll explain to you]

A sarcastic laugh came from Keano.

"You're fighting with your girlfriend apparently," Keano muttered. No wonder this woman was crying at the London airport a few hours ago.

Keano put the cell phone into the bag of the woman named Nora. After sighing heavily, Keano slowly straightened up. The phone rang from his shirt pocket, jolting Keano. He was about to take the phone out of his shirt pocket, but something felt off.

The hem of his lower shirt was moving and tugging. Keano glanced down at the right side of his body and saw Nora's hand, which was lying there, gripping the hem of his shirt.

"What the hell?" asked Keano, turning around to look at Nora.

"You... don't go," Nora's voice said softly amidst her drunken lethargy. She looked at Keano with her eyes wide. "You have to... take responsibility."

Keano's brows furrowed. It seemed like the woman with the name Nora was in a semi-conscious state when she said those words. He let go of Nora's hand from the hem of his shirt, but Nora moved to grab his wrist. Keano's whole body instantly stiffened in place for a few moments.

"Jerry..."

The name was exactly like the name on the notification.

"You have to take responsibility!" Nora suddenly said in a high tone. I don't know what made her so emotional that she shed tears. "You can't just cheat on me!"

Keano tilted his head, looking at Nora in astonishment. Then he leaned down and came closer to Nora's ear.

At that moment Keano whispered, "Sorry, Miss. I'm Keano, not Jerry."

Keano deliberately let go of Nora's hand. At the same time, Nora suddenly got up from her supine position. Nora grabbed Keano's wrist and pulled his body closer.

The sudden movement made Keano unable to maintain his balance, turned around, and fell right on top of Nora's body. Fortunately, both of Keano's hands spontaneously extended to the sides of Nora's face.

"You have to take responsibility... you can't treat me like this." Nora's voice was full of sadness right in front of Keano's face.

The facial distance between the two of them was only an inch. In this close position, Keano could see the gleam in Nora's eyes more clearly. Only then did he realize that there was pain radiating from Nora's eyes. There was great hope, but a tinge of anger dominated. The look in Nora's eyes seemed to anesthetize Keano until he couldn't move at all.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Keano, softly whispering. "What did you do to me?"

Nora was silent for a while. For some reason Keano seemed to feel her pain. He was sure this was the woman he had met at the airport.

Without warning, one of Nora's hands moved to Keano's nape. The touch of Nora's hand on Keano's skin immediately made the man's hair stand on end. Keano's gaze fell right into Nora's eyes who had been silent.

Nora slowly brought her face closer. While Keano watched Nora's eyes closed. Within seconds, Keano honestly already knew what was going to happen. But he couldn't resist at all. Nora's hand was already on the back of Keano's neck, pressing his head so he wouldn't resist.

And Keano really couldn't escape when their lips touched. Keano felt the chewiness of Nora's lips that began to slowly crush his lips. Keano's eyes were closed, welcoming Nora's licks, enjoying the rush in his chest.

One of Keano's hands moved to Nora's side jaw as their lovemaking intensified.

What is this? Why is this feeling good?

Their kiss lasted only a very short time. Keano felt disappointed when Nora hurriedly moved her face away from him, looking at him very sharply.

"You have to pay for what you did, Jerry," Nora said. "Don't think I can't make you fall in love with me."

Keano paused, then raised the corners of his lips in a lopsided smile. If Nora asked him to play a game, then Keano would play along. Keano then wiped the thin strand of hair on Nora's temple. After all, they wouldn't meet again in the end, right?

"Do it as you want, Baby."

That night, out of both of their consciousnesses, they did something they had never imagined before. Suddenly, all the problems in their heads just overflowed. They enjoyed this night with a flurry of passion.

Unknowingly, someone had been following Keano and a hidden camera was recording their lovemaking.

California, America.

"Papa, Keano is already strategizing-"

PLAK.

A hard slap flew across Keano's cheek, knocking his face to the side. The sudden slap jolted the entire living room that was eager to welcome Keano's arrival from Surabaya. The heat flowed on the slap mark, making Keano hold his own cheek. Soon Keano lifted his face and looked at Langit-sang Papa with a stunned look.

"Papa... why..." Keano couldn't continue his sentence after seeing the look of anger in Langit's eyes. Instantly his lips locked onto that look. But he felt really uncomfortable.

"You can't help but create trouble?" asked Langit with emphasis. "What else are you doing now?"

Keano looked at Langit and did not understand. "Wh-what's the matter, Papa? I just got back from Amsterdam. I didn't do anything!"

Langit's breathing was labored. The frown lines on his forehead sharpened his angry face. Langit then instructed one of the servants to turn on the television screen. After the servant seemed to be fiddling with the cell phone, the fourteen-inch screen immediately showed a video. The servant pressed something on the phone before the video played.

Keano frowned as he looked at the background of the room in the video that seemed familiar. His eyes squinted to clarify the vision. The video seemed to be from a hidden camera recording. But that was not what Keano focused on, but rather the scene of a man in a white shirt crushing a woman underneath him. They were sitting on a large sofa.

Keano's heart seemed to stop beating. Keano watched as the man kissed the woman passionately, then his kisses moved to her neck. When he saw her face caught on camera as she made room for him to nuzzle her neck, Keano stiffened.

Not to mention, the camera caught the man's face as he was about to straighten up to correct his position. That was his face.

It really was Keano's face!

"Papa... this..."

The screen turned off abruptly. The sky turned its gaze to Keano. "How are you going to explain the video to Papa?"

Keano didn't know what to say. His breath caught. All his vocabulary disappeared in an instant so that no words could be spoken. Keano still couldn't believe it because he saw himself in the video. Who had recorded it? Wasn't there no one in the VVIP room?

Even if it was a hidden camera, who put that thing there?

"Keano. You just returned from Amsterdam, and Papa entrusted you with the company." The sky pointed right at Keano's face, making Keano unable to move. "But what did you give to Papa?"

There was no answer from Keano. Everyone in this room was silent. The silence made Langit's loud voice echo.

"Customer satisfaction is down, now you're satisfying a woman?"

"That's not it, Pa-"

"You're really unreliable, Keano. Or is it possible that Papa has been wasting his time sending you to Amsterdam? Did you do the same thing as in that video back in Amsterdam?"

Keano gasped and shook his head quickly. "I didn't do anything like that at all. If you don't believe me, ask the assistant you appointed to look after me."

Langit rubbed her face roughly as she exhaled. He scowled, clutching his hair. "Then what do you want to do now?"

Keano really didn't know what to do. He still couldn't even digest how the video came to be, nor could he accept that the career that had just begun had started with this video.

"What can I do?" A woman's voice interjected, diverting Langit and Keano's gaze. "The good name of the Adirga company will definitely be tarnished. Since the video was circulated, there have been many incoming calls threatening termination of cooperation."

Langit looked at Keano. "Listen? You're new here, but you're making trouble!"

Keano sighed heavily and looked down. But Mama couldn't bear to see her son endure such embarrassment. For a few seconds they were silent as they were busy lost in their own thoughts. But she suddenly snapped her fingers.

"There's only one possible way to defuse the news that Keano is a female player," she said confidently, but a second later pleadingly. "But I don't think Keano will like this."

"Tell me!" urged Langit impatiently. Her voice echoed through the room.

"A case like this would be very bad if the situation was that Keano didn't have a partner. There will be even more publicity for sure."

"So? What should I do?" Keano asked with a look of anxiety on his face. A glimpse of resignation formed from the frown lines on his forehead.

"Whether you want to or not, you have to go through with the marriage with the woman in your video, Keano."

Keano's eyes immediately rounded to perfection. "What, Ma?!"

"Not a real marriage, but a contract marriage. You know... even if it doesn't guarantee that the news will disappear, it will definitely die down if they find out that the woman in the video is your wife."

Keano let out a rough breath. His mother's words surprised him even more than Langit's. Just hearing the word marriage gave Keano goosebumps for some reason. Keano looked the other way, thinking to have another way.

"Can't the media be stopped?" Keano asked his mother, his face full of hope.

"They can, but unfortunately this case involves you, son. You haven't come to Indo for a long time. People have been questioning the identity of the CEO of Adirga's Company. And of course it's good news for public consumption."

Langit groaned. "You should understand that you can't play around. You're carrying the company name, Keano!"

This was really confusing for Keano. He instantly regretted letting her control him. He didn't even realize that his game last night with the foreign woman was apparently quite hot judging from the video. But still, he wondered, how could Keano welcome the woman's strange behavior?

But there was no denying that the feeling last night was pleasant. In the midst of his misery, that woman made Keano forget about his problems even if it was only for a few moments. For the first time in many years, Keano felt the rush of electricity in his chest.

"Papa doesn't want to help you with this, Keano," said Langit which instantly made Keano frown in worry.

There was silence. Keano bit his inner lower lip. Usually he could find solutions to problems. But in this case, the solution suggested was marriage. Keano really didn't want to face that kind of relationship. But on the other hand, he couldn't find another solution. His brain was stuck.

"You should find that woman and call her here. Let's execute the marriage contract as soon as possible!"

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the same city, in a hotel room, the sound of a hair dryer echoed. Nora was letting the hot wind from the hair dryer blow away her hair. Nora's gaze was facing a large mirror, but her mind was wandering back to when she woke up in a large room. Nora saw a sign on the door that read: VVIP Room.

Nora honestly couldn't remember when she booked the VVIP room. What she does remember is the last time she was at the bar table. She vaguely remembers drinking five glasses of alcohol and arguing with one of the bar tenders.

Nora closed her eyes and grimaced. It was embarrassing to remember how she had confronted the bar tender. After that Nora didn't remember anything else, and that provoked more worry. Moreover, she woke up in the VVIP room-which she didn't realize whether she booked the room or not?

It was stupid of Nora not to ask the staff there.

Drrrt. Drrrt. Drrrt.

The cell phone that rang and vibrated at the same time stopped Nora's voice. The woman's body jerked, looked into her pants pocket, then frowned. The phone display showed the name Vina, her coworker and best friend.

"Yes? Hello, Vina?" Nora greeted the person on the other side of the phone.

"NORA! OH MY, DID YOU SEE TODAY'S NEWS?!"

Nora gasped at Vina's excited screeching. She let out a long hiss. "Vina... slow down. What are you calling about?"

"You saw something I sent you. Hurry up!"

The phone hung up suddenly. Nora looked at the phone in astonishment. Out of curiosity, Nora opened the social media direct message after the message from Vina appeared. Her whole body suddenly stiffened on the spot as soon as she opened a video sent by Vina. The video looked like hidden camera footage, revealing the dark background of the room.

Nora felt familiar with this room.

Wait...

The video played a scene of a man pinning down a woman on a sofa in a white shirt that showed off his muscular arms. The man crushed the lips of the woman beneath him, and the woman accepted passionately.

Wait...

Nora felt familiar with the woman's posture. As Nora was recalling, the woman in the footage accidentally tilted her face. In the dimly lit room in the video, Nora could see the woman's face turned toward the camera, enjoying the man's kiss on her neck.

Instantly Nora relaxed, almost dropping the hair dryer. After a round of only vague memories, now in her head she could clearly remember the man who was recorded.

How could she be in this video with a strange man?! Wait, doing this hot fuck?!