Mistaken Identity

-=Gabby's Point of View=-

"Hi there, gorgeous. Would you mind if I joined you?" I heard someone ask from my left.

"I apologize, but I'm waiting for someone," I answered with a smile, and I noticed how my smile affected him.

Since I walked into this bar, I've declined so many offers that I've stopped counting them.

I was able to gain entry into one of the country's most exclusive and difficult-to-access bars thanks to my connections.

Therefore, the vast majority of patrons in this establishment are people of high social status, financial means, or possibly both.

Actually, I wasn't lying when I said that I was waiting for someone earlier when I was approached by those guys who were trying to hit on me.

I was really waiting for someone, but it seems that I'm just waiting in vain.

I've been in this bar for almost two hours now, and I've already drunk three glasses of orange juice since I don't really drink liquor.

After thirty minutes had passed, my hopes of finally meeting that person had begun to fade, but I had faith in the information provided by my source that he would be here.

My information comes from a person who worked for the same company as my source. As a result, he is in a position to know where his boss spends most of his time, and he claims that this is his boss's preferred place.

I told myself, with a sense of disappointment, "Maybe he's not really coming," and I was about to ask for my bill when my gaze moved to the entrance of the bar. I became ecstatic when I finally saw the person I'd been waiting for since the moment I walked into the bar.

When I turned my attention to the newcomer, it felt as though the entire world had come to a stop.

Because he is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, it should come as no surprise that almost all of the women in this bar are looking at him with such longing in their eyes, while the men are looking at him irritably, feeling envious of his attractiveness, and the fact that their dates are looking at the newcomer.

At the age of twenty-seven, he already had a solid reputation.

At the age of twenty-seven, he had already established his empire, and he is already one of those few Filipino billionaires making a fortune with his diverse range of businesses, which include mobile networks, some of the most famous resorts both in and outside the Philippines, five-star hotels, and restaurants all over the world.

It shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone that almost everyone is interested in learning more about him and, even more so, in getting closer to him. However, I am not one of those people.

I will freely admit that I was keeping an eye out for him, but that has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to establish a connection with him to receive something favorable from him.

"Finally," I thought to myself, with a satisfied smile on my lips.

My eyes never wandered as they meticulously tracked every step he took. Because of the confident manner in which he carried himself, it appeared as if he were the owner of this establishment.

It's possible, though, that he was actually the owner of this bar, which shouldn't come as a surprise given how wealthy he was.

I tried to ignore the anxiety in my heart that still lingers in my chest. I prepared myself for this day, and there was no turning back now that I was looking at my target, Jayden Andrada.

He looks like he just got out of a fashion magazine. Life isn't really fair because Jayden has the looks, the body, the power, and the money.

All these traits are sure to get him any woman he wants, especially gullible ladies, who would fall for his trap.

"But it doesn't give him the right to use and abuse someone else's innocence," I thought, and because of that thought, the anxiety miraculously disappeared, like it was never there in the first place.

Getting into this bar is hard, but getting his attention is even harder, considering that all the women in this bar are swooning over him, trying to get his attention.

Not just ordinary women, but women who are well-known in the country. Models, actresses, and socialites are all vying for the attention of one of the most eligible bachelors, so how can a mere me get Jayden's attention?

"You waited for this day, Gabby; there's no turning back," I told myself.

I decided not to approach him yet, but instead to watch him as he settled into the VIP section.

I noticed that there were already a handful of girls who tried to get close to him, and by the way, their bodies moved, I'm guessing they wanted more than just to introduce themselves, but as soon as they were two feet away from his spot, his bodyguard would immediately stop them.

I can't blame them, since Jayden Andrada is really oozing with sex appeal, and if you're not careful, you might be consumed by it.

"Waiter!" I finally called the waiter who'd been assisting me, and when he saw me calling, he immediately walked toward me.

I had to lean closer for him to hear me, and when he finally caught my instruction, he looked at me with disbelief on his face, looking at me as if I were crazy.

I didn't waste any time and handed him two thousand pesos, which is equivalent to almost forty dollars.

I couldn't stop feeling regretful since those two thousand were worth my two days' work, but I knew that for my plan to work, I needed to spend a lot.

I've actually already spent a lot of money ever since I started planning for this, from the money I paid for the information about Jayden's whereabouts to the expensive dress and shoes I'm wearing to my hair and makeup.

I even bribed the bouncer at the door just to get in, but I knew it would all be worth it once I was done with my plan.

When I finally saw the waiter I bribed walking toward Jayden's table, I couldn't help but smile. I also noticed the expensive wine he was carrying.

Another expense that I needed for my plan to work, but that doesn't mean I'm ok with wasting my money.

-=Gabby's Point of View=-

I tried my best to mutter a seductive smile when I noticed he was looking in my direction while the waiter explained to him that I bought the liquor for him.

I felt a little queasy, particularly in my stomach, when our eyes finally met. The way he looked at me was as if he was trying to discern everything about me, and I was worried that he would probably see through my plan, but I felt relieved when I noticed him smiling, and at the same time, I was shocked to see his seductive smile.

It was fortunate that the distance between us is wide, or else he might have noticed me being dumbfounded.

That kind of smile should be banned for causing so much ruckus inside me, particularly in the pit of my stomach. It was as if there were butterflies in my stomach.

I tried to stop the urge to run away when I noticed him standing up and walking in my direction.

His eyes never left me as he made his way to my table, and I tried so hard to compose myself, in fear that he realized that I was already freaking out.

I need to maintain the facade that I am a confident, sophisticated rich girl who happened to be interested in flirting with him.

I secretly took a deep breath before he finally reached my table, and the good thing was that it helped me to calm down.

"Hi, gorgeous," he said in his husky voice, while a sexy grin was on his lips.

"You're not too bad yourself," I teased, and I invited him to join me.

I tried to conceal my surprise when he suddenly sat on the chair next to me.

I wasn't expecting him to sit so close to me, and I could already smell the sexy combination of his cologne and manly musk.

"By the way, thank you for this," he said while raising the glass of liquor I ordered for him, which the waiter I bribed served.

"You're welcome, and I hope you found it to your liking," I answered seductively while batting my eyelashes at him.

"Anything from you, love, it will be," he said with his baritone voice, taking a sip from his glass.

"You're spoiling me," I said, while gently hitting his masculine arm, and goodness, his biceps are ripped.

"You're worth spoiling, babe. By the way, I'm..." he tried to introduce himself, but I decided to beat him to it.

"I already know who you are," I interrupted, and when I noticed his brows furrowed, I decided to continue speaking.

"You're Jayden Andrada. I mean, who wouldn't know the most handsome businessman in the country?" I said, noticing his face lit up and the crease on his forehead disappeared.

"You're making me blush," he answered while chuckling.

I highly doubt that he is capable of blushing, especially since I was pretty sure that he's used to hearing compliments.

I introduced myself as Andrea, which, of course, is a bogus name, I can't let him know who I really am, or it would jeopardize my plan.

This guy is really charming. No wonder my sister and the other women could easily be manipulated by someone like him. Almost all women might fall for his charisma, but not me.

He chose to share a table with me as he began his magic flirting with me, and just as I had planned, I pretended to be interested and so into him, even though deep within me I wanted to slap him for what he did.

As time goes by, the time is getting late, and as I conversed with this man, I learned a great deal about him.

He really has a great sense of humor, and I really enjoyed talking to him. If I didn't know him for who he truly was, then I might actually like him.

I couldn't deny the effect that his presence was having on me. With just a simple touch, I could feel my hormones reacting, and I needed to remind myself that he was just a good-looking jerk, who tends to break any woman's heart if given a chance.

I was surprised when I looked into his eyes, and I could already see the ember of desire in his eyes, making me aware that I was not the only one being affected by the touch.

A few more minutes had passed when he suddenly brought his face closer to mine.

I was expecting him to kiss me, and honestly, I don't know how to react to that, but before I knew it, I found his lips close to my left ear, and I tried to ignore the feeling of loss when he didn't kiss me.

"Don't you feel that this place is getting too crowded?" He asked in a hoarse voice, making it clear that he was already feeling lustful.

"My thoughts exactly! Do you have any place in mind?" I asked.

I seductively moved my lips near his right ear, and to make him more aroused, I gently bit his ear, earning me a gentle moan from him.

"In heaven," he answered, with so much desire.

I was already expecting it, but it doesn't prepare me for the intensity I would feel hearing him say that.

I felt a shiver go down my spine when I saw his intention in his eyes, but to be honest, not in a scary way.

He immediately called for the waiter, and when he was about to pay our bill, I beat him to it and paid the tab myself.

"This is my treat," I answered, maintaining the seductive smile on my red lips.

"You actually have my two firsts," he said, chuckling, while I paid for our bill.

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.

At first, I thought that he was probably talking about having sex, because I'm well aware that he's no virgin.

"It was a first for me to receive a drink from a lovely lady like yourself, and the second would be to allow a lady to pay for my tab. You're not just like any other girl I met," he said with so much interest.

A satisfied grin appeared on my lips. when I heard his compliment.

"Of course! Because I have to be different from your average woman," I thought to myself.

I acted nonchalantly while paying our bills, but deep down, it hurt me to use my credit card. I seldom use it, but because I wanted to get even, I was forced to swipe my card.

After paying our bills, Jayden and I decided to leave, Jayden didn't hesitate to pull me closer to him, which is why I could feel his hard body, probably from working out in the gym religiously.

Even without looking at my surroundings, I could feel the gazes of the people inside the bar, and just because I was with Jayden Andrada.

On the way out of the bar, he continued to give me gentle kisses on my neck, which was making it hard for me to concentrate on walking and on my plan.

"Should we use my car?" I asked.

"Nah... let's just use my car," he answered, which was good since I was just lying.

I don't have a car, and I came here by riding a taxi.

I pretended to dial a number, which was supposed to be my driver. I instructed him to pick up my car.

I knew that for Jayden to be interested in me, just looking good wasn't enough; I also needed to act like I was one of them, meaning that I also came from a wealthy family.

I'm not a socialite or an heiress to a huge company, I'm just a mere bank teller, working for an above-minimum salary.

We continued walking while his hand was still on my waist until we reached his car.

"So, where are we..." But before I could finish what I was about to say, I was immediately cut off when he suddenly captured my lips, kissing me with so much desire, and, oh man... he really is an excellent kisser.

I was already feeling delirious because of how amazing his kisses were, and if I didn't remind myself, I would probably forget everything and allow this man to take advantage of me.

It was a good thing that my reason and self-control were still intact, so I managed to free myself from him.

"Woah! Hold your horses' Loverboy, we have a lot of time for that," I said with an unsteady voice, which gladly went unnoticed.

I need to keep reminding myself what kind of man Jayden Andrada is, and what he did to my sister.

"What can I do? You are so irresistible that I couldn't stop myself. If truth be told, I want to take you here right now," he said with a mischievous smile on his face, and I could tell that he was seriously considering it, making me both scared and excited at the same time.

"You're such a joker. You know we can't do that. There are many people who could see us," I said.

He said, "That can be worked out," and before he could really think about it, I decided to go ahead with my plan.

"I'm a bit thirsty. Do you have water?" I asked, faking thirst.

"Sorry, I don't have any," he answered, clearly confused by my sudden change of topic.

"Just wait here; I will just buy water," I immediately said, and without waiting for his response, I immediately left him.

"Don't leave!" I heard him say, but it only fell on deaf ears as I made my way to the bar. Instead of going inside, I just walked to the side of the bar and retrieved the bottle of water I had prepared earlier.

I immediately returned and handed Jayden one of the bottles of water I was holding.

"Sorry about that. Drink this first so it will calm your libido," I said playfully.

"That would never happen, Andrea, especially since you're with me," he said while leaving gentle traces on my exposed leg.

I nervously glanced his way as he started to remove the cap from the bottle, and it felt like ages before he finally drank the water inside.

He finished drinking the whole bottle, and then he handed me the empty bottle, looking at me with the same desire on his face.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

Sure, Loverboy, bring me to heaven," I playfully answered.

-=Gabby's Point of View=-

I was cooking while humming a song when I heard cursing coming from the second floor of the house.

"I suppose my guest is already awake," I thought to myself.

When I thought of Jayden, the jerk who hurt my sister, I couldn't stop a smirk from forming on my lips.

I'm guessing it's about time for him to find out that I'd tricked him, that he was tricked by someone like me, and that it would hurt his enormous ego to find out that I'd tricked him.

I have just finished preparing our already late lunch, as it is already one in the afternoon.

I did not anticipate that the drug would be so effective that he would sleep for more than eight hours.

I took my time walking up to the second floor, where I could still hear the nonstop cursing from my "visitor".

When I heard the things that Jayden was saying, I couldn't help but be scandalized. For crying out loud, I'm still innocent, and when I say that, I mean that I'm inexperienced or even better, that I'm a virgin.

I heard the word "shit" when I was a foot away from the closed door.

I hadn't closed the door all the way, but it was close enough that I could kick it open all the way. Inside was a very angry Jayden Andrada, and if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.

"It's time for lunch!" I happily announced.

I'm trying to give off the impression that I'm not affected by his stare, but the truth is that I was already shaking due to the rage that was clearly visible in his eyes.

I really wanted to go back to the kitchen and hide there, but I had to keep my composure and remember that I was doing this for my sister. However, he does appear to be quite frightening.

I understand why he is upset with me, I mean, who wouldn't be angry if they woke up with handcuffs on both wrists and their feet tied to the opposite side of the bed, making it difficult for them to move?

"What is it that you want from me?" He calmly asked me, but I could tell that he was about to blow his top.

I could see the rage and fury in his eyes as he looked intently at me, and it caused both of my knees to shake.

"It can wait; I'm sure you're already famished, just as I am!" I spoke in a tone that I believe irritated him.

"Great! How considerate of you, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm tied to this fucking bed!" He yelled and pulled his hands violently, as if trying to escape.

Thankfully, the bed is crafted from sturdy Burmese rosewood that can withstand Jayden's pathetic strength, so his effort was futile.

"Don't fret; as a gracious host, I will feed you myself; aren't I wonderful?" I asked, smiling sweetly, still trying to avoid meeting his eyes.

"Who is your accomplice?" I made the mistake of looking him in the eyes because of his statement, and immediately felt my legs weaken when I saw his stern stare.

"Wait...what are you trying to say?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.

"I highly doubt that you did all of this by yourself, so tell me, what syndicate are you a part of," he asked in a threatening manner.

"What are you talking about... wait, are you really thinking that I kidnapped you so that I could get a ransom?" I asked with a tone of disbelief; however, when I gave it some thought, it wasn't surprising that he would think that way given the circumstances that he was in.

"Just tell me how much you want so I could leave. I have a flight going to Macau for a very important business meeting tomorrow and I can't afford to miss it," he said this while maintaining a businesslike attitude, as if he were speaking to one of his employees.

After hearing what he said, I had a sudden and complete loss of fear, which was replaced right away by anger.

"First of all, I am not a member of a syndicate, nor have I ever been a member of one, and second of all, I have never wanted any of your money!" I screamed, but rather than appearing startled by my unexpected outburst, he appeared amused by it. Then, all of a sudden, he smiled at me, which left me speechless because of how seductively his smile is.

"Therefore, if you're not after my money, are you after my body? Do you simply want me to make love to you?" He asked in his most seductive tone.

I could feel my body heating up simply by listening to him, and I hated that he could evoke such passion in me simply through his words. Furthermore, I'm still a virgin, so what is this man doing to my body?

Because I didn't answer, he went ahead and continued talking in his seductive voice, saying things that would make even a saint blush.

"Take off my handcuffs, and I will make sure you will experience what I promised you. You will not regret it. I am an expert when it comes to pleasuring women. I will begin with your luscious lips, and I will suck your tongue like a hungry..." I finally cut him off before he could convince me to do what he wanted me to do.

"Stop it! I would never have sex with you, even if you're the last man on earth!" I just wanted to yell at him for making me feel this way.

He told me, "I don't believe you, because I could see that just merely my words could affect you; look in the mirror and you will know what I mean, or you can just look at those," indicating my bosoms.

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Andrada, you got it all wrong, I am not after your money, nor would I ever be after your body; you're here because of what you did to my sister," I told him, my chest heaving from the annoyance this man was causing me.

"What the heck do you mean I did to your sister?" He asked, obviously confused.

"Maybe a Mel Crisostomo can jog your memory?"As I asked, I braced myself for a guilty expression, but instead, he seemed more confused when I mentioned my sister's name.

He gives off the impression that he is seriously considering it and trying to recall the name, but I have a sneaking suspicion that he is just faking it. Either that, or he has so many victims that he has lost count of the number of women he has toyed with, including my sister.

"No!" He finally answered.

"What about a Melchora Crisostomo?" My thought was that Mel might introduce herself to this man by her real name, so I asked.

"What the eff is going on?! The only Melchora that I am familiar with is the hero, and keep in mind that we have never actually met," his tone is extremely sarcastic and mocking.

It was the shamelessness of the man in front of me, who appeared innocent despite the fact that he had hurt my sister, that caused my blood pressure to begin to rise, and I could feel it rising to dangerous levels.

"The problem with you rich people is that you enjoy abusing others, but when it comes to being accountable for your own actions, you act all innocent and clueless. Stop acting innocent because we both know what you did to my sister, and don't you dare deny that you're her boyfriend!" My chest was heaving after yelling at him.

"How many times must I repeat this to penetrate your thick skull? I don't know your sister, and I don't know anyone by that name, so please release me before I lose a very important business deal, or you won't like the result of your stupid mistake" he said in a threatening tone.

I was astonished when I sensed that he was telling the truth, but because I am aware of how adept he is at manipulating and deceiving others, I remind myself not to fall for his trick, or I won't be able to help my sister.

Once you've met with my sister, I'll let you go, but you'll pay for what you did to her, and I'll make sure your lies are exposed."

I was getting more and more frustrated with him, so I ended up leaving.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" When he saw me leaving with the food I had prepared for him, he immediately asked.

"I don't think you're hungry, so I will just put it back in the kitchen," I said.

I paid no attention to his cussing and shouting as I made my way back to the kitchen.

As soon as I got back to the kitchen, I yelled angrily, "The nerve of him to lie in my face that he didn't know my sister!"

"However, what if..." It did cross my mind that perhaps he was telling the truth, but then again, I had Mel repeat the name of his boyfriend, and that is how I found out about Jayden Andrada. Therefore, I immediately dismiss that thought.

I reached for my phone, which was sitting on the table, and dialed Mel's number again, but the same thing happened; I was unable to get through to her.

"Please, Mel..." I silently muttered when my call still didn't go through after several tries.