Fulfilling The Billionare's Pleasure

Hannah

I don't think I can take this anymore. I am starting to feel sickly because of all the alcohol. My body is not used to the liquor but I had made up my mind to get loose tonight and have fun with my friends. Today was our last day of college and we are celebrating but I feel more regretful than excited.

Even the Adonis I was stealing glances at decided to leave. What am I doing here? Heather and Julie have already disappeared into thin air. The last time I saw Julie, she was dancing wildly with a blonde hunk. Heather was having shots with a tattooed guy wearing a white t-shirt. Liza and her boyfriend, Mark have already got themselves a room in this hotel and they are probably already in some heavy romance.

Here I am, all alone. I feel like an uninvited guest who sneaked into a party of unknown people. I feel sleepy, yet drunk. I can't drive myself home. I came with Liza in Mark's car and now I can't even find them. I don't even think my interference would be welcomed.

I am feeling cold and bored. Jeez... How did I end up like this? At first, I was excited to do this. I was ready to have a good time, let loose, and have the night of my life. I have finally finished college and I have a bright future to look forward to. With my part-time job and Taste's Home restaurant, I can start looking for an intern job somewhere else so that I can start building my career.

I look around me and I don't recognize any faces around me. This hotel is a good distance from home and I can't even drive in this state. I feel so helpless and I hate it! I try to get on top of my feet but my head starts spinning, and the room seems upside down. I immediately slump my butt back onto the chair and let out a frustrated sigh.

A slim guy with messy hair walks toward me and I frown in displeasure. I know that he is obviously not going to help me out of my situation and he is just going to bother me.

"Hey, beautiful. You here alone?" he inquires with a devilish grin on his face. It's too early to judge the devil in someone before you even establish a conversation. I just don't want to speak to him. I want to go home.

I just nod and look around me once again. You never know, one of the girls could still be around. That's what you get for being single!

"You don't want to talk, do you?" he says while cocking his head to one side to study my face. Well, isn't that obvious? I look back at the place where the hot guy was sitting on the stool before he left. My stupid head thought that he could have come back but he is probably already gone. Even the one who was sitting beside him is already gone. I would have felt better if he was the one who had approached me instead of this guy.

"You don't talk so much, do you?" he asks me, his eyes narrowed at me. I mentally roll my eyes at him and then scramble to my feet once again. The spinning doesn't stop. I see him getting up hastily to help me stand upright.

"Are you alright?" he inquires me. Maybe he is not a total jerk.

"I am fine. I just had a lot more drinks than I should have," I respond while pinching my eyes shut and rubbing my forehead. I want to regain my balance and think of what to do next.

Maybe I should call father. It would be embarrassing to calm him at this hour to come and pick me up but it would be better than getting myself in any kind of trouble that I won't be able. get me out of easily. Father's home is in this part of town. I had told him about the wild girl's night we were having tonight to celebrate the end of college. I am a twenty-three-year-old woman and I should be able to handle such a situation. The problem is that I have never been through such kind of situation so I don't even know where to begin from.

I could call Devis to come and pick me up. I know it is so late right now but he is a good friend and he wouldn't hesitate to come and help me. I reluctantly touch my sides but it is all empty.

What? My mind is now wide awake. My purse! My phone! Dung it! I search around my sir and the entire table, scrambling like a mad woman. Oh, god! Could this night get any worse?

"Are you looking for something?" the guy beside me asks and I am startled. I had even forgotten that he was still there. Can't he see that I am not interested?

My phone! I need my phone. I care less about all the other things in the purse. How am I supposed to get out of here? I don't even have the money to get a room in this damn expensive hotel. I don't have the stamina to get out of here and look for a taxi to take me to my father's house. Who knows what could happen to a girl with a half-conscious mind in a taxi at the night?

One of the girls might have mistakenly taken it with her, but who? I can't go around the entire hotel looking for each one of them. Okay, I have to reduce the number of suspects so that I don't lose my mind knocking on all the hotel doors.

Liza and Mark left earlier than the others and I still had my purse with me. That leaves Heather and Julie as the suspects. How am I supposed to find them?

I heard Julie say something like room 1024 or was it room 2400? Oh, god! This is frustrating! Wait! She said one thousand so the twenty-four is probably what follows. I have never felt so helpless in my life, but I can't just remain here looking helpless. I have to get myself out of this.

I gather the remaining pieces of my composure and walk out of the club, leaving the guy standing there with a confused look on his face. Well, he should have known that it was all a total waste of time.

I get into the elevator and I don't know whether to panic or feel relieved to be in the elevator by myself. I don't know which floor I am supposed to ride to so I just stand there studying the number of floors in the building.

The elevator opens again and a grey-haired man in a blue suit walks in and stands beside me. I try to look sober in front of this man because he looks so responsible and he would probably question my dignity. He puts in the number of the floor her is going to and the elevator rides up to the tenth floor. I get out behind him and start looking around like a lost ghost.

I promise myself that if this night ends successfully, then I will never go out on such nights out without a solution of going back home.

Room 1010, Room 1015, Room 1020...

I keep going through the corridor while reading carefully the numbers on the doors.

Room 1024! Relief momentarily washes over me and takes in a deep breath before knocking on the door. I pray in my mind that Julie is in here. I know again and the door opens, revealing a hairy bearded man with a bathrobe. He looks very annoyed at first but then a wild disgusting grin spreads on his face making me shudder.

"Hey," he slobbers and I immediately frown in disgust.

"Sorry, wrong room," I hastily say and then turn in my heels. I don't even know where I am supposed to go now. I walk back into the elevator and pinch my eyes shut.

I ride up to the next two floors and get out. This is the worst night of my life and I don't think it could get any worse.

The rooms on this floor are arranged much differently. There is much more space from one room to the other. I walk through the corridor, my heart hammering in my chest, I knock on the first door I see. What the hell am I doing? I must be too drunk to even think. I hate alcohol and I am never taking it again! Should I knock again? I am not even sure if one of the girls is in here but my heart tells me to knock again, and I do it. My eyelids have started giving up on me and they are dropping sleepily. I am so tired, so confused, so drunk and so stupid! I should have just stayed at home and watched movies with overcooked popcorn throughout the entire night. I lean my head on the wall beside the door and start regretting all the details of this night. My feet are killing me in these heels. I remove them and hold them in my hand. At least now I have some tiny bit of relief.

The door opens and I lift my head from the wall and look up. A familiar face? A handsome, confused but sexy face! God! I must be much drunker than I thought! I blink twice and realize that I saw this face back in the club. The Adonis. A silly grin spreads on my face that I have seen here much earlier than I thought. I never even expected to see him again.

"What are you doing here?" he asks me with a concerned look on his face. I stop grinning and try again to remember why I am here. My phone!

"Um... I am looking for Julie," I respond and then try to rephrase. "My phone! Someone took my purse and my phone was in it." Silly girl! What am I even saying? It is none of his business that I am a lost sheep!

A smile spreads on his face and then I realize that I just said all that out loud. I immediately cover my mouth with my hand but it is the one with the heels so they clatter on the floor in front of him. Could this get any more embarrassing? Haven't I been through enough already? Someone hit me with a hammer on my head because I can't stand any more of this night!

Aiden

I watch as her pupils dilate and her cheeks flush with embarrassment and then she quickly bends to pick up her black high heels from the floor in front of me. She then holds them in one hand and looks me in the eyes. She bites her lip nervously and I am at a loss for words.

When I saw her back in the bar, I was avoiding her, not because she is not pleasant to the eyes but because she makes me feel guilty about the thoughts I get when I see her. She looks so young and delicate, especially the way she is looking at me with those sexy glassy eyes. There is no doubt she is drunk judging by the way she has lost her composure and the clumsy way she is shifting on her feet. Why is she at my door?

"Are you lost?" I ask the most obvious question because there is no way she could have followed me up here.

"Yes! I mean of course. Sorry I know I might sound stupid but I am looking for my friend and I don't know where to begin," she responds with a nervous laugh. She is looking for someone in this hotel without knowing where exactly she is.

"Do you know the room number or maybe the floor where she could be?" I inquire from her and she shakes her head no. She looks down at her bare feet and her toes move up and down. I think it is because of the nervousness.

"Then you will never find her. Why don't you call her? Yeah, right. You lost your phone,": I look at her and I can't seem to take my eyes off her. Her red dress is perfectly fitting, hugging her curves like her second skin. A good amount of cleavage is showing on the top and this is making me insane! I can't let someone else feast his evil eyes on her.

"Where are the others? I mean the other girls you were with?" I ask her.

"They left. I don't know where exactly but I just want to go home," she responds while scratching her hair and pouting her lips together sadly... Oh, god! How does she do the most clumsy things but she turns out to be so adorable? Maybe the two glasses I had made me start thinking without control.

I rub my forehead and try to come up with a proper way of helping this girl or else if she enters through this door, only God knows what might happen.

"Do have anyone you could call? You could use my phone," I offer.

"I can call my dad. He is from around here," she says. So she isn't from around here?

"Okay," she says while wrapping her hands around herself and rubbing her shoulders. The small dress she is wearing is not giving enough warmth to her body. I don't know where this affectionate part of me is coming from but I just want to do the right thing. I want to help this girl because she looks so devastated and I don't think the chances of getting someone selfless out there to help her are even there.

I quickly get inside and pick up my phone. I unlock the phone for her and give it to her. She quickly dials the number, no doubt she has mastered it in her head.

I hear the disappointing sound from the phone informing him that the user is not available. She slowly removes the phone from her ear and hands it back to me.

"Isn't there someone else you can call?" I ask her.

"No, and it is already so late. Thanks for your help and sorry for disturbing you. Good night," she says and then turns her back to me. She slowly starts to walk away. My heart starts to sink. It feels like she is taking a part of me with her. I can't let her go just like that! But I just did my part. I tried to help.

What if she gets into trouble? What if she is not from this place? Where is she going to spend the rest of the night?

No, I can't do this!

"Where are you going?" I ask her.

"Away. Out of here," she replies without turning to look back.

"Wait!" I call her and she stops. She turns and looks back at me. I pinch my eyes shut and try to reconsider where I am going to stay.

"You can stay here tonight. You can look for your friends or do whatever you want to do in the morning. It is not safe for you to be out there especially in your condition," I tell her.

"I have two bedrooms in here. You can stay for the night," I add.

"Are you sure?" she inquires.

"Yes, sure," I respond.

She brushes past me while entering the suite and her scent fills my nostrils, both intoxicating and mouthwatering. She looks around her surroundings with wide eyes. I show her where the room she is going to spend the night in is. It has an attached bathroom and I hope it works for her.

"Is there something you need?" I inquire from her and she shakes her head.

"You've already done enough for me. Thank you so much. I don't know where I could be now if I hadn't knocked at your door," she says while her big brown eyes bore through mine. Her lips part slightly and the air between us gets thick. It is no doubt that she is an attractive woman but I want to keep control. I have always been a man of control but there is a way this girl is making all of it melt away.

Her eyes dart from my eyes to my chest and then to my bare hands where I have folded my shirt up. God! She is intoxicated. She is probably not in her right mind. I want to keep my cool and act like the gentleman she has trusted to spend the night in his place. I should keep my hands off her but why is it so hard?

Standing over her, staring into eyes that are dark with desire, I feel the heat from her body. I watch as her chest moves up and down, her cleavage raising and falling while her breathing hitches. She pulls her lower lip between her teeth and then twiddles her thumbs. She looks so innocent yet there are a lot of dirty things I am already playing in my head that I can do to her beautiful flawless body!

Control! I need to grasp my control!

"Okay, I hope you have a good night. Make yourself comfortable," I tell her and then walk out of the room, trying my best not to make a hasty dash.

I close the door behind me and stand there for a moment wondering what on earth just happened there. I don't feel like I belong in my skin anymore and the temperature of the place has suddenly risen by several degrees.

I walk away from the door to the small office table in the suite's living room. I don't think I can continue doing the work I was doing on my laptop. I save the files I was working on and log out. I walk to my room and begin unbuttoning my shirt. I close my eyes but the only thing at the forefront of my mind is the girl in the other room of my suite. I didn't even get a chance to know her name but I will know soon enough. Probably, we will get a chance to talk tomorrow before she leaves. Would she dare to sneak out before talking to me? I doubt that she would do that. I would catch her if she tried to escape anyway.

I shrug out of my shirt and then walk to the bathroom. I wonder if she is asleep already. Will she be comfortable sleeping in a stranger's house? Thankfully I have an extra room. Something tells me to go check on her after my shower but I quickly dismiss it. I don't want to make things awkward for her by checking on her an awfully lot of times.

During the entire time in the shower, she fills my thoughts. Her slender waist and then the way it curves to her hips. I would love to see her sway those hips for me and I could put those soft plump lips to good use. Damn it! That's why I didn't want to get myself close to her. She makes me lose control even without trying.

I get out of the shower and towel-dry myself. I check the time and it is almost midnight. Whoa. When did time run so fast?

I put on some pajama pants and a nightshirt. I glance at the bed before me but I don't feel like visiting it yet. I go through the plans for tomorrow like I do every night before going to bed. I don't have any meetings scheduled. I just have some small work to finish on my laptop but it will take less than three hours. I have to meet my fitness trainer at ten in the morning. That's all I have for tomorrow.

I get out of my room and walk to the room where the girl is supposed to be sleeping. I wonder if she is already asleep. What kind of friends does she have? They know that she is not from around this place yet they just ditch her in the bar all on her own and drunk.

I feel a surge of anger towards those three girls even though I didn't take a close look at them back in the bar. I don't approve of her keeping the friendship with them. She deserves better than being treated like that.

I knock softly on the door, not making it so loud to wake her up if she is asleep.

"Are you still awake?" I ask while slowly opening the door, but there is no response. For a moment, my heart pounds thinking that she could have already run away but the small swell under the bed covers makes me let out a heavy sigh of relief. She is still here and she is asleep.

I could stay here and watch her sleep all night but I need to get rest too. I slowly close the door again and walk back to my room with a satisfied feeling. I want to know more about her. Tomorrow. I will patiently wait for the morning so that we can talk.

Hannah

I stretch and turn lazily as sun rays penetrate through the window heating my face. The sun doesn't shine through my window in the morning. It does only in the evening when it is set. It's weird how some mornings like this make an exception. Or maybe it is already evening! I immediately shut my eyes open and look around my surroundings. This is not my room! Where am I?

I try to sit up but the bed is awfully cozy. I would grab a few more minutes of sleep if I knew where I was. My head is still spinning only that the sleep has done some magic on the headache. I feel like a total mess.

I got drunk last night and the liquor... the handsome face with dazzling eyes... the getting lost in the hotel corridors... ending up here?

All the events of last night begin to add up in my mind and now everything is clear. He let me stay in for the night. The girl's abandoned me for part night even after knowing fact that I didn't have a way of getting back to my apartment.

I get up from the bed but my head is heavy due to the hangover. How did I manage to drink that much? I close my eyes and try to recollect myself. I am in somebody else's house- no, a hotel room and I don't even know who is. Luckily, he didn't do anything to me. He just let me have his spare room and didn't ask for anything in return. Maybe he just hasn't asked for his reward. I need to stay positive. He looks to be a nice guy and here I am being an ungrateful brat and thinking the worst out of him.

Luckily, I am not on duty today. I don't even know what time it is but it seems to be a lot later than morning. Since when do I sleep peacefully in strangers' places?

I get onto my feet and luckily, I manage to remain steady. I am still in my redress and I can't see my shoes anywhere in the room.

I am thinking about sneaking quietly out of here without being noticed by him but that wouldn't be a good idea. I would look ungrateful yet I am so thankful for the help he offered me last night. Only God knows where I would have woken up this morning. Probably in a trench if not another man's hotel room beside him in the bed. That would be very terrifying. I would wake up screaming my lungs out.

I hear a door open and close. There is a muffled conversation that follows and then the door opens and closes. I am curious to know what was going on out there but a sudden feeling of embarrassment washes over me. I am suddenly afraid of meeting the man who helped me out last night. Who knows how on earth I acted in front of him last night? I was so drunk that I don't even remember exactly what happened after he offered me to sleep in his suite. Crap! I could have said or done a hell lot of stupid things, but he still let me stay. Who on earth harbors a drunken fool in their hotel rooms for God's sake? Do people like that still exist? Is he even human?

I dash to the nearest small door hoping that it is a bathroom. Luckily, it is a bathroom. I reach for the sink faucet and splash some water on my face to wake me out of this state of Limbo. My hair is a tangled mess and my makeup is like that of a ghost! How am I supposed to fix this look? I could use a shower but I don't have any other clothes to change into. This is so messed up. I can't go out there like this! I look like a zombie.

I hear the door to the bedroom open and I increase the pressure of the water so that it can make a distracting noise. I don't even want to talk yet. It could be him, coming to check on me and I don't want to appear in front of him like this. I have already embarrassed myself enough times in front of him.

I listen closely and footsteps approach the bathroom. I freeze in my skin and await the bomb to explode when he comes in. He wouldn't come in, would he? What if I am naked in here? My red dress is all creased and the length has been reduced by some good inches. The footsteps stop just before the bathroom door and then there is silence. My heart is pounding loudly in my ears. Why am I so tense up?

Then the footsteps seem to be walking away. I let out a heavy breath that I didn't even know I was holding. That was so damn tense!

l lean forward into the mirror and look at my reflection staring at me. Even my reflection is haunting. I spot a new toothbrush beside the sink. I guess my host wouldn't mind if I used it. I feel a bit relieved after brushing my teeth and washing my face. I walk back into the bedroom curious to know what he was doing in there.

There is a white dress with black poker dots all over. There is a hairdryer and a brush. There is also a white set of panties beside the dress. My jaw drops to the floor. Are these for me? That's so thoughtful of him but it's too much. Okay, I wouldn't want to go around in a dress without panties but neither would I ever repeat panties. Should I wear them?

I pick them up from the bed to have a good look at them. The size is the one and it is no doubt that it will fit. How did he know? The dress is really beautiful but it looks too expensive for my taste. It is a simple free dress and I love it but I am already feeling indebted. He has done so much already.

Now that I have all I need, I can go and have a shower and freshen up. I walk into the bathroom and strip out of my clothes. I step under the shower and put the water to fool speed. I wish the water can wash away all the confusion from my head. I want to think clearly because I certainly haven't fully comprehended what happened last night. I wonder where Julie and Heather are. Are they looking for me? Does Julie even have my purse? Maybe I just lost it in the bar while I was drunk like it was the last dad of my life.

After the shower, I dey and comb my hair. I put on the dress and panties, trying hard not to think so much about who they are from. Surprisingly, they all feel very comfortable and they fit very well. I fold my dress and put it in the bag where the new dress come in. After making sure that I look presentable enough, I take in a deep calming breath and walk out of the room.

I try to keep my composure while I walk into what seems to be the living room of the suite. It looks so nice and fancy of course. There is a small kitchen island with a few shelves. In front of the kitchen island is a table surrounded by four chairs. There are also covered dishes and a teapot filled with black tea. There is also juice and a few fruits.

The sight of food makes my stomach grumble in response. It must have been the hotel room service that had arrived when I had the mumbling from the bathroom.

"So you finally decided to come out," a firm voice startles me before a tall broad-shouldered man walking towards me with a devil-may-care outlook and a stellar smile. His angular cheekbones flex and his crystal-white teeth appear, giving me a panty-melting smile.

"You thought I wouldn't figure out that you didn't want to come out of that room you slept in?" he inquires me, his eyebrows raised at me in questioning.

"At least you finally gathered the courage to come out and you look gorgeous in that dress," he says and my cheeks flush, warmth spreading up my face.

"Thank you. For the dress, for the room, and did everything. I appreciate your kindness," I tell him and he his eyes can my appearance. He slowly folds his crisp white shirt up, revealing his muscular toned hands beneath it. I gulp hard and try hard not to stare. I am not drunk anymore! I should be able to keep my composure.

"Don't mention it," he responds, and the waves to the table with food. "Would you care to join me for breakfast?" he asks me.

"I really would love to but you have already done so much for me. I don't want to cause you any more trouble. I think it would be better if I go now," I blubber out but his expression remains neutral, his gaze unrevealing.

"I insist that you stay over for breakfast. Besides, we didn't get a chance to know each other. Perhaps we could take advantage of this time to do that. I am very much interested in knowing more about you," he says.

"I don't think there is a lot to know about me. Judging by my appearance yesterday, you have probably already come to conclusions," I tell him and a sexy smirk spreads over his face. He leans closer just before my ear.

"I am not the type to judge by a mere incident, Hannah. Trust me, I could have a lot of fun getting to know all about you," he whispers into my ear and a rush spreads over my entire skin. He is so close that I can smell his expensive intoxicated collagen. I swallow hard and try to stay still. He then stands upright and puts his hands in his pockets.

"Shall we?" he asks me.

"Sure," I respond without thinking.