THE SECRET BILLIONAIRE

A goddess on the bed.

Carl froze immediately when he stepped out of the bathroom, water still dripping from his body to the floor.

He squinted to the corner of the room, to the bed which was earlier empty just before he walked into the bathroom but now occupied by a woman.

Carl swallowed hard. His thoughts spun, wondering how the woman got into his room.

His gaze went to the door. It was widely open which means the woman had walked in while he was away. Wrong room.

Carl walked to the door gently and closed it, barely making a sound.

Turning, a cold hand wrapped around his body like an octopus whip, her body pressed against his chest. Hot breath grazed Carl's bare skin. Carl jerked slightly, electric current passing through his body from the contact.

It was the woman.

Carl's breath hitched.

His eyes widened.

He Attempted to pull her away from his body.

“Madam, you're in the wrong room..you need to leave no..."

"No wrong room..Hahaha.." She laughed loudly, the laughter of a woman intoxicated by alcohol.

The sharp mix of Cologne and alcohol caught Carl's nose.

She was drunk.

Maybe she's just one of those street whore desperate to make Money but Carl caught something glinting on her neck that made him pause.

A necklace.

Diamond— real and pure, catching light and throwing it across the room like a rainbow across the sky.

Carl narrowed his eyes on the piece. Her hair scattered over her face, veiling the neckpiece halfly. Yet, Carl recognized it.

It wasn't an ordinary necklace. It was the kind owned by people who could afford it. A single piece costs more than most people's net worth.

‘HERITAGE OF BLOOM’

It cost $10 million grands!

Maybe She's a spoilt brat from a rich family.

“Make love to me... Henry is such a bastard!" She breathed against his chest. Her breath was hot and dangerous, her finger clawed against Carl's chest forming crimsons.

Carl didn't flinch.

His body had undergone training that normal people won't survive.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, the woman spun him around and pushed his back to the wall. It happened fast. Her lips pressed against his lips without warning, delirious, hungry and possessive.

Carl froze on the spot. His brain refused to understand what was happening.

He snapped out of it. He gripped her shoulder firmly and pulled her away with enough force that would stop the act and not hurt her.

"What the heck are you doing?" His voice cracked slightly, still reeling in confusion. "You need to leave now. You entered the wrong room."

But Instead of compliance, she threw her hair backwards and blurted a maniacal laughter and yet she was still attractive.

"Your lips..the taste so sweet.." she Said shamelessly.

The hair covering her face was behind her back now. Carl paused, taking in her beauty for some seconds.

He had seen beautiful women around the world; queen and princess of a royal family, he'd seen heiress of prestigious families and women that their beauty could steal breath away, but this woman in her front was exceptional.

Her face flushed red, her skin was smooth as honey and pale, her cheek full, those pairs of brows were neatly carved..every feature of her face was perfectly aligned and attractive.

Carl gulped.

There was also something about her that made her really look familiar.

Suddenly, the laughter died down in her throat. Her eyes blazed— hot and dangerous like something else had taken over her.

He leered at Carl, her gaze was predatory and hungry and needy. In one swift move, she was already all over him, pleading, her hand crawling all over him desperately as though he was searching for a lost treasure somewhere on his body.

“Please.. please. Make love to me. I'm dying please... I'm burning.” Her voice cracked with desperation.

Carl narrowed his eyes in suspicion. He pulled from her fast, two fingers pressed against her neck.

Carl's eyes widened at the discovery.

This woman's blood was boiling, a pressure influenced by an outlawed drug.

As an ancient medical expert, he knew this wasn't ordinary.

An aphrodisiac compound was influencing her current behavior.

It was in large quantity. Her body was under pressure and heat, and her sexual hormone is exploding.

If she remains like that, it'll take less than an hour before she dies.

The only remedy is to relieve her of the heat and only through sexual engagement it is possible.

But Carl understood that there was no consensual agreement or verbal agreement, and he doesn't even know this woman from anywhere.

He was conflicted, bordered between saving the woman or leaving her to die when he had the chance to save her.

Suddenly, the woman yanked him to the bed with a wild force that was influenced by the drug. She jumped on him. She ripped her own clothes off like the fabrics had long caught fire under her skin.

“Make love to me...please.Please.” She pleaded, desperation and hunger in her eyes. Her oranges were trapped in white Bra, full and tempting.

Blood flooded Carl's vein. Something kicked between his legs that he'd forgotten how to use this way.

Despite the trainings that resisted him against any threats in prison, he is still a human after all.

Even though Carl never wanted to do this, it felt like the right thing to do especially when her life depends on it.

Carl spun her over, now on top of her. His blood pumped faster. He kissed her, the woman devoured his lips back wildly, her finger dug against his back, pinning him to herself, all needy and possessive. She moaned against his mouth, sexual hormones exploded through her and moving her hand faster.

Clothes spilled across the room.

As the night moved on, they grind on the bed, the bed squeaking under their weight. Soft moaning rippled through the room. The fire inside the woman converged below her belly, hot and dangerous.

Her mouth parted for a louder moan, her body arched forward in excitement, fluid rushing out between her legs.

She collapsed to the bed and fell into a deep sound sleep afterward.

*****

The next morning, Cassandra stirred on the bed. Then her eyes flicked open to the ceiling as she woke. The room was wrong. It wasn't the usual coffered ceiling in her beautiful room. She pushed herself up from the bed groaning slightly, feeling her head splitting with an ache. A strange sharp pain between her legs and a throbbing sensation made her winced. She paused.

Her eyes went under the sheet.

Damn!

"What was.."

Her eyes widened in horror. She was naked, and the pain down between her legs was negligible...and the blood.

Her heart flipped.

Panic rushed through her, realizing what had happened to her

In the panic, her gaze accidentally landed on a man beside her, sleeping peacefully under the sheet, his breath even like he has no worries in the world.

Cassandra's heart sank.

Her world flipped, then the realization settled like shattered glass, cutting and aching her heart. Anger consumed her instantly.

This man had entered the room and raped her!

She raised her fist and drove it down to deliver a powerful Punch to the man's face. Carl's eyes snapped open, his alertness kicked at the last second despite the fact that he was asleep. He rolled over to the side, dodging the punch. Cassandra's fist drove into the bed.

"What the heck are you.."

"You rapist!!" She screamed, her eyes blazing. "How dare you!" She grabbed a glass vase from the nightstand and hurled across the room to meet Carl. He simply sidestepped,

CRACK!

the glass missed and shattered against the wall behind him.

“Are you trying to kill me after i helped you?" Carl frowned slightly. "You're being ungrateful, young woman."

“Help me? Are you mocking me right now?" Cassandra's voice trembled with anger. "You slept with me. You are a criminal. I'm going to kill you!"

She stormed over to him angrily.

Carl held her shoulders firmly. Not too hard to injure but firm enough to stop her.

“Stop!”

His voice startled her to shock.

Cassandra's chest rose and fell rapidly.

He held her infuriated gaze.

“I'm not lying." Carl said with something that should be seen as sincerity in his eyes. "I truly helped you. You came here begging me to do what was against my wish, and now you want to kill me because I didn't let a woman in distress die?"

He continued with serious expression.

"Have you forgotten you came here drunk? But you shouldn't forget you slipped an aphrodisiac into your own drink. It could have got you killed. I literally saved your life.”

Cassandra gasped in shock.

She stumbled back, her eyes flashing with shock and confusion.

Carl continued, with a softer voice carrying the edge of concern.

"I took your virginity," He said, "I will protect you henceforth. I promise you that."