One Night Stand With The Billionaire CEO

With a sharp pain piercing through my lower abdomen, I lifted my head and glanced at the man in the bathroom. Unlike others, even though he was nearly thirty, he maintained an excellent physique. His broad shoulders and well-defined muscles shone in a golden tan, even his perky buttocks were not spared from this wheatish hue. Feeling my burning gaze, Xavier turned his head and shot me a cold glance.

With a slight parting of his thin lips, his voice oozed mockery, "Another round? Not satisfied yet?" Looking around the room filled with the aftermath of our fierce "battle", the air filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, I felt slightly dazed, like in a dream. Fortunately, Xavier didn't expect an answer. He proceeded towards the bathroom. Attempting to get up and leave, the pain ripping through my body caused me to collapse back onto the bed. After lying there for about twenty minutes, I started to gather the strength to pick up my clothes scattered all over the floor. Bare-bodied, I differentiated between his and my clothes from the cozy carpet. As I bent over to pick up my lace underwear, the bathroom door suddenly opened. Xavier seemed surprised to be greeted by such a lovely sight, but he quickly composed himself. A mocking curve played upon his lips, and his eyes were filled with amusement. Probably, he presumed I was baiting him for another round! My thoughts were momentarily clouded by his smile. Putting it aside, I calmly picked up my underwear and, without showing any hesitancy, put it on right in front of him. This action elicited a chuckle from him. His gaze fell on the bed, where our bodies intertwined moments ago. With a flicker of his eyebrows, his deeply carved features even made his ridicule appear attractive. "Are you girls still sensitive about this kind of thing these days?" His long finger pointed at a patch of glaring red on the sheets. A shiver ran down my spine as I immediately knew he was referring to the hymen. Although I felt a bit uncomfortable, I still managed to smile and say, "Some clients care, so I occasionally visit a hospital to restore it." Xavier nodded, "Seems like I wasted your money this time then." "It's no issue, anything for Young Master Ashford is not a waste. Transfer the money to the account of Pearl's Mansion later, and till we meet next time." Having finished these words, I had already fastened the last button of my coat. After showing an agreeable smile to Xavier Ashford, I left this luxurious presidential suite. On the way back from the famous spot to the Pearl's Mansion, I dozed off in the taxi. When I got out of the car to pay, the driver gave me a couple of extra glances, a hint of ambiguity and wickedness in his eyes. Indeed, a woman visiting Pearl's Mansion at this time usually isn't an upstanding lady. It's time for me to introduce myself, I am the owner of Pearl's Mansion, or as everyone knows me, Madam Rosewood. I took over this mansion from my mother's hands when I was eighteen. It's been eight years now, the business can be considered good, managing hundreds of girls, and the size of Pearl's Mansion has doubled from the time when my mom handed it to me. But I don't think all the credits go to me. My mom played an indisputable role. She was the most famous streetwalker in the red-light district in the 1980s. She was not only beautiful but also talented. She could join a man in their bedroom endeavors and also provide advice on life and work. This differentiated her from an average streetwalker and laid a solid material and network foundation for the establishment of Pearl's Mansion. However, my mom was very laid-back, just like her sudden capricious desire to transform from a streetwalker to Madam Rosewood and establish Pearl's Mansion. After she met her lover, she decided to entrust the Mansion to seventeen-year-old me. However, it's against the law for minors to do this kind of work. So, my mom endured for a year and made the managerial rights of the mansion my eighteenth birthday present. Even now, I remember the moment when the clock struck midnight, as my mom threw the transfer contract onto the head of my bed, the relief on her face. When I returned to the mansion, most of the girls had already rested. Those on duty were on external assignments, and those not on duty had gone home. Only Anna was sitting at the bar counter, casually listening to music and drinking, since she had an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo and missed a good opportunity. Anna and I have a good relationship. When she saw me come back, she immediately approached me sneakily. "Hey! I heard you were taken away by Xavier Ashford last night?" I gave a nod, there's no need to deny these types of things. Anne clapped his hands with gusto, "Wow! Evelyn Quinn, the red-braised pork that all the wealthy ladies and young mistresses in our capital swoon over has finally landed in your bowl!" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his comment, "Are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit the Pearl's mansion? It was merely a one-night stand, you are overthinking." What he said was actually quite accurate - all the ladies in the capital were indeed secretly admiring Xavier Ashford because he was simply exceptional. As the second son of the revered Ashford family and the grandson of General Dawson Ashford, endowed with alluring looks and elegant stature, Xavier Ashford was a man with irresistible charm, from his hair strands to the toe tips. But that doesn't include me. For me, this man was just a passing-by customer. Admittedly, a special one, given I had lost my virginity to him. I'm not in love with him. I am merely a hostess in a nightclub, and he is the cream of the crop. I knew it was never going to be possible for us. Again, Anne sneakily edged closer to me with a mischievous grin on her face, gossipy curiosity peeking out from her eyes. "Tell me, what is this Xavier Ashford, over whom half the capital's maidens are going crazy, like in bed?" His skills in bed... I didn't know how to respond to Anne's question and simply lowered my head, gesturing towards my own shaking legs. In a bout of surprise, Anne leaped up and yelled, "No way! Your legs are still trembling until now?" I nodded, "I came back right after it finished, you know he doesn't like women sleeping in his bed." The women in the capital were all too familiar with Xavier's habits. Once done with his pleasure, not staying in the same bed was his rule, and another rule was that he never slept with the same woman for more than a month. This may seem harsh and weird, but it's really not hard to understand. For someone of Xavier's status, who does not wish to get married and does not want to create troubles such as gossip or illegitimate children for himself, he would rather have a gold-digger by his side who is after his money than a foolish girl who won't stop bothering him with her genuine feelings. To Xavier Ashford, romantic affairs are merely a moment of pleasure, a matter of mutual convenience for men and women. Anne assumed that I was thinking about this and sighed, "Ah, Evelyn, maybe you don't need to be upset. You're not like those women. What if Xavier Ashford is attracted to you?" I'm not upset, and I'm not like those other women longing for Xavier's affection. What I cannot handle is his vigorous energy in bed, hence my somewhat pale face. But I don't need to explain this to Anne, she's always caught up in her own world. I chuckled and flicked her little head, "Perhaps every woman he chose thought the same." But I didn't, I accepted the reality. Even when Xavier Ashford, a senior, rescued me from the clutches of a naughty child when I was eleven, my feelings for him were only gratitude and never romantic. Maybe I was too young to understand the fluttering of heartbeats, or maybe I naturally believed that we were two people walking on parallel tracks. Xavier Ashford, this man to me, the first moment of closeness is also the countdown to parting. After saying goodbye to Anne, I went back to my room and fell asleep. By the time I opened my eyes again, it was dark. I must have been really tired last night, as I slept the entire day. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was seven o'clock, which meant I didn't even have time for dinner. I hit the bathroom, took a bath, put on my makeup, and it was exactly eight o'clock. The city's street lamps and neon lights intertwined to create a painting. The night of the entire city of Casper City has begun...

After eight or nine o'clock in the evening, Doll House starts getting busy. This place is usually the site of the second round of revelry after dinner. So before that time, the ladies are already prepared. Doll House has been established in Casper City for over a decade now and has a bit of a reputation. The patrons who usually come here are regulars, naturally understanding the rules here. Of course, there sometimes are exceptions. Some bosses, brought here by regulars for the first time, do not quite understand the rules and occasionally cause some unpleasant situations.

When Lola, the maid, came over, I was just getting ready to eat some noodles I had prepared during my break. I hadn't eaten since last night, and after intense activity and a long sleep, I was starving. But Lola came over crying, and as the boss, I had to set aside my food and ask what happened. It's a complicated yet simple situation. Most of the troublemakers in Doll House are shameless men who disrespect the ladies. One such man was harassing Lola's friend, Claire, demanding she undress in public. Since my mother founded Night Village, there has been an unwritten rule: singing and drinking are fine, but for anything else, please go upstairs. The hostesses might sell their bodies, but there are rules to dining and rules to selling oneself. However, some clients do not understand these rules. I looked at my steaming, fragrant cup of noodles on the table. Smacking my lips, I stood up and followed Lola to the room where the trouble happened without a backward glance. I recognized the customer in that room, a boss of a small trading company and a regular client. He is usually well-behaved. The troublemaker wasn't him, but a fat and short man with big ears he had brought with him. When I walked in, that familiar client looked at me apologetically, but I just replied with a smile. Claire's clothes were torn and she was clutching at them desperately. Her makeup was washed by tears, her face was a mess, and she was sobbing softly. And the culprit sat casually on the couch, with no sign of remorse. Upon seeing me approach, the man simply gave me a disdainful glance. "What's the meaning of sending over a little girl? Call your boss over." I smiled slightly, my tone gentle and respectful, "Dear guest, I happen to be the owner of this store, Evelyn. May I ask why you seem unhappy?" The fat man looked at me, clearly doubtful of my words. However, after confirming with the owner of the small shop at the side, he finally cleared his throat. "Your lady here has displeased me!" "I wonder what Claire did wrong?" The fat man seemed unsatisfied with my question, but seeing my smiling face, he didn't argue further. "An escort lady is essentially selling herself. I asked her to take off her clothes and she refused, and when I grabbed her, she even dared to fight back! Look at the slap mark on my face..." The fat man pointed to his face, but from his face covered in fat, I couldn't see any trace of getting hit. However, I sternly looked over at Lola, my tone slightly displeased. You must know that in our line of work, no matter what, we should never lightly strike a guest. This was something I taught them frequently. "Did you hit the guest?" Lola quickly shook her head, her eyes teary as she looked at me, "Miss Evelyn, I didn't. This guest started to grab at my clothes, and as I struggled, I accidentally touched his face, I didn't hit him..." I, of course, trust the girls under my management, so I turned my head back to look at the fat man, my face still maintaining a decent smile. "Dear guest, our lady stated that she didn't do it on purpose. However, despite being unintentional, it still isn't good to unknowingly hurt a guest. Thus, all your expenses this evening are on me, it's my way of apologizing." I don't like to blow things out of proportion, and sometimes I don't mind losing a bit financially. But the fat man opposite me was not satisfied, glaring at me belligerently. "What do you mean? Think I care about the money from a slut like you? I'm laying down the law right here, either that cheap woman undresses and kneels here in the room to please me, or you can wait for me to call my men and smash your damn place!" These threats were not my first to hear, however, the Night Villa has always been unharmed, and everyone can guess I am not afraid. But, this fat man did manage to piss me off. "Sir, if we are to really talk about it, you were wrong in the first place, weren't you? You came with Mr. Evans, didn't he inform you of the rules in our Night Villa? Our girls just accompany you with drinks in the room, if you want anything more, kindly move to the hotel room upstairs-" "Slap!" The deafening slap interrupted my last word, the man's hand was both hefty and stout, striking me down. Instantly, a metallic taste filled my mouth, and my ear continuously buzzed. Still, I clearly heard his next words. "Just a slut who has to sell herself dare to talk about rules? That's the joke of the century! Playing the whore while trying to set up the Virgin Mary? Is the phrase 'having your cake and eating it too' fitting for you lowly beings?" Barely lifting my head after he finished speaking, the fat man proceeded to raise his hand, aiming to slap my face again. At that moment, I was pretty furious. My hands at the side were already clenched into fists, but in the end, I let go. Never mind, clashing with a customer brought no benefits. Let him slap me twice and be done with it. But when I closed my eyes in anticipation, the expected slap from the fat man surprisingly never arrived. There was a sudden intake of breaths from the surrounding crowd, I slightly opened my eyes, and my vision was dark. It took a few seconds to realize that I was staring at a man's chest. Slowly, I looked up, first catching sight of Xavier Ashford's flawless jawline and his beautiful thin lips. Today, he did not laugh. His handsome face was filled with an icy anger, his obsidian-like eyes fell upon the pudgy man's face across him, radiating a terrifying chill. "Hasn't anyone told you, I took this woman away with me last night?" he said with a freezing edge in his voice. "If you want to touch Xavier's woman, shouldn't you at least wait a month? It's okay if you don't abide by Peal's Manor's rules, but if you don't respect mine, are you sure you have the guts?" "A-Ah-A...Young Master Ashford..." The obese man seemed as though he'd seen something absolutely terrifying, his eyes watering with fear, as he immediately fell back onto the sofa behind him. The manager hurriedly ran over, "Young Master Ashford, we are sorry. We didn't know that Miss Evelyn was your woman. We will take full responsibility for all the damages tonight, and as well as any emotional damages that the lady..." Both the manager and the obese man were begging for Xavier's mercy, almost out of their wits with fear. But Xavier made no further comments, instead taking my shoulders with one hand, pulling me towards him almost protectively, and leading me away from the private room. We returned to the same suite I was in last night, but clearly, it had been tidied up since. The bedding was freshly changed and all the chaotic memories of the previous night were gone. Xavier went to shower soon after we arrived. I sat at the edge of the bed in a daze, gazing aimlessly. In truth, even if Xavier hadn't arrived, I wouldn't have let the obese man make any more fuss. As the owner of Night Manor, I had to know some strong figures, to keep my venue afloat, and like before, each time there was trouble, I would call them to help me settle it. But Xavier's appearance still made me quite happy, especially what he said. Sure, I was a madam of a nightclub, but I still loved these cinematically heroic rescue stories from the silver screen. When Xavier stepped out of the bathroom, he was wrapped only in a towel. It's understood that all Night Manor's girls are well-prepared before coming to work, that's why he didn't ask me to take a bath. This was my first time getting such a clear look at Xavier's body. Yesterday, he brought me back in dim light and it was complete chaos after that. And of course, I didn't quite dare to look. Just like now, looking at his tanned skin, and muscular body, I instinctively averted my eyes and felt a blush coming on. Fortunately, the warm yellow light from the bedside lamp wasn't very revealing. But still, Xavier couldn't help laughing at my shyness. Xavier's desires came quickly and directly, without any foreplay - which is different from the stories I've heard about him. However, I wasn't upset, perhaps because he was unique in his way. My body's responsiveness seemed better than last night, as Xavier's massive hand moved freely over my body. It was as if he held the power to burn everything under his touch, warming up every bit of my skin.

A nameless flame blurred my vision, and my mind felt groggy, but then Xavier suddenly spoke, his voice incredibly lucid. "Since I saved you from that fat guy, isn't it about time you repay me?" I wanted to remind him that even if he hadn't intervened, I would've merely received a slap in the face. The person the fat guy was looking for was Claire. However, it doesn't matter. Indulging a guest's heroic mentality is sometimes necessary. So, I stayed quiet, only nodding gently, making sure my gaze carried a hint of admiration and gratitude.

Xavier surely smiled, but his smile was somewhat chilling, instantly lowering the surrounding temperature. Before I could react, he suddenly asked in a joking tone. "In places like yours, there should be items like... whips, right?" A chill ran down my spine. We did indeed carry those things that Xavier was referring to in the hotel because some guests have such preferences. What I hadn't anticipated was that Xavier was one of them as well. He effortlessly found what he was looking for based on my gaze direction--a red heart-shaped box, as ambiguous as its content. Xavier pulled out a small black leather whip from the box, casually strolling towards the bedside with a faint smile. I confess I was shivering from head to toe at that moment. I'd never had such an experience before. Some girls in the hotel had, and I can still vividly remember how bruised they were afterward. I guessed that Xavier saw the fear in my eyes, but he remained haughty with his elegant smile. At that moment, I felt that Xavier looked down on me. Even though he rescued me from the fat guy, there wasn't much of a difference between them. He probably thinks I am just a courtesan, ridden and pillowed by countless men. It's just that Xavier's elegance and upbringing make him less expressive about it. This night contained not an ounce of pleasure, like a nightmare filled with suffering, every time I think back on it, it sends pain coursing through my body. Xavier seemed very content, he went to sleep right after it ended. I stumbled from the bed when I saw the little whip fall to the side, my body convulsed in pain. When I returned to Pearl Manor, the sky had already brightened. Anne was still sitting at the bar, during each of her menstrual cycles, she was fond of drinking alcohol and listening to old records there, as though it could push back her cramps. As I entered, she was closing her eyes pretending to enjoy the music, but the moment she saw me, her act fell apart. "Evelyn!" Perhaps due to the vigorous activity from last night, my body felt somewhat weak. Her shouting had my head split in pain. But Anne had already rushed over to me, "I've heard all about what happened last night, Xavier playing the hero and whisking you away. I said you would be different right? So, how was last night incredibly marvelous?" Anne not only talked but slapped my shoulder. This nearly killed me as it hit right on the wound. The whip with its hooks left patches of dark bruises on its wake, not only ambiguous but painfully raw. "Uh!" Even with my high pain tolerance, I couldn't help but let out a sound. Anne was startled, but seeing my pale face and cold sweat on my forehead, she didn't dare jest anymore. She carefully peeled the fabric away from my shoulder. When she saw the wounds, she let out a surprised gasp, her eyes wide. Unable to believe it, she asked. "This... This is Xavier's doing?" I pulled up my shoulder strap and nodded at her. Anna became agitated, "How could Xavier be such a man! Isn't this perverse!" I gave a small laugh, "Perhaps he's not." "So his liking also doesn't qualify as perverse?" I sat down on the high bar stool on the side, and poured myself a drink, my mind filled with the image of Xavier using a whip on me. He was neither venting in frenzy nor enjoying it, instead... it was... vengeance... But why? I hadn't offended him. I couldn't figure it out, but perhaps there was another reason. "Maybe it's just because I'm a hostess, so he thinks he can play with me at will." Exactly, because the person he truly wished to retaliate against was untouchable, he could only vent his anger on me- a woman accompanying him in his drinks. Anna frowned, "Evelyn, why do you speak this way? You're not like us. Why don't you tell Xavier about your..." I looked up at Anna with a smile, "Tell him what? That I'm a virgin? That despite being a Madame, I never sleep with any of the clients? Anna, we should keep these things between us. Anyone else will probably laugh their heads off." Who would believe that a Madame of a pleasure house would remain virtuous? Anna's gaze gradually filled with sadness as she looked at me. I hate when she does this, even though I am the luckiest one here in this night villa. "Alright, I want to take a nap. I was too tired last night." "I'm afraid that is not going to happen." "Why?" I paused slightly in my departure, turning my head to look at Anna in confusion. "Master Fletcher has arrived." I was startled for a moment, then said, "In that case, I'll probably have to borrow some clothes from you." I pointed at the suspicious marks on my neck to Anna.