Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

EVA VIEW: It was a bright Saturday morning, and the rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains and landed on my face. I woke up on the bed with a pounding headache, and my body ached seriously. As I moved my right hand, I froze, touching a firm body sleeping beside me. "What? Who are you?" I gasped, sitting up on the bed immediately. The man had a sharp jawline, full brows, and thin lips. I looked down at my body. I was naked on the bed with the man. "Who the hell are you?" I yelled, before the events of the previous night hit me hard. I had been invited by Layla Parker to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla was from a wealthy family. She was twenty-four years old, fair-skinned, and my best friend from college. Though I knew Layla was from a wealthy family, I was from a struggling home. She promised that I would have fun at her party, even when I didn't want to. I agreed, and now I was on a bed with an unknown man. "I should be the one asking you what the hell you're doing on my bed. This is a VIP suite. How did you get in here, miss?" asked the handsome man on the bed as he shifted away from me. I was stunned by his masculine physique. He had a broad chest, chiseled abs, and a six-pack. "Don't gawk at me like that. Get up and get out!" he barked at me, but I refused. "I am a virgin. I am not a prostitute, and you slept with me. Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we get entangled on the bed?" I was sobbing, unable to believe that I had s*x with an unknown man. He ignored me and pulled the bedsheet away from my body to shield his own. He went into the bathroom as the sound of running water filled my ears. The entrance door swung open, and Layla came in with Jacob Stone, my boyfriend. "So this is what you do now, Eva. You do hookups after everything I did to support you," Jacob accused me as he stood there at the door with Layla. "No, Jacob. I don't know what happened. Layla, you invited me to your party. How did I end up with that stranger in the bathroom?" I asked my best friend, needing her help. Layla wore a short blue dress, and black shoes. She clung to Jacob's arm like she was his girlfriend. "Jacob, I don't know what Eva is saying. She came to my party, and she told me that she was looking forward to meeting a rich guy in this luxury five-star hotel—The Owen's Hotel. I honestly don't know how she got here until I asked the security men," Layla lied to Jacob, and he believed her. "I cannot believe that you would do this, Eva. After everything I did to feed you and sponsor you, this is how you repay me. It's over between us," Jacob said as he stood there glaring at me. "You never let me touch you, and now you gave your body willingly to another man. I want back all the money that I spent on feeding you and clothing you for the five years that we dated. Failure to do that, and I will have you arrested. Trust me," Jacob said, and he snatched his hand away from Layla and walked out of the hotel room. Layla glanced at me and smiled. "Do you think that you are deserving of a rich man like Jacob? Look at you, Eva. A poor girl like you cannot climb to the top of the ladder of wealth and power in Dominic City. You are to return to the slum where you belong, and don't worry about Jacob—I will take care of him." Layla smirked and walked out of the room, slamming the door with a deafening sound. Tears flooded down my cheeks as I sat on the bed, speechless. *Where was I going to get money to pay Jacob now?* Jacob had promised to marry me after I graduated, and now Layla had ruined everything this year. Wiping my tears off my cheeks, I knew that crying wouldn't solve anything. But I wouldn't just leave. I needed an explanation from the man in the bathroom. *How dare he use me despite knowing that I was intoxicated, yet act like I was the one who had taken advantage of him?* I waited for the man to step out of the bathroom as I grabbed my clothes from last night that were sprawled on the ground. It was the green dress that I had worn to Layla's birthday party. A knock on the entrance door startled me again, and I quickly used the green dress to cover my chest and shield my nakedness. A tall man in a black suit walked into the room. Seeing me using the green dress to shield my chest, he lowered his head and apologized, "I am sorry, Miss. Where's Mr. Owen?" "Mr. Owen? Who?" I asked, confused. The bathroom door opened, and the handsome man who had slept with me stepped out. "Leave, Pete. I will call for you later," he said. "Okay, boss," the tall man in black replied, and my eyes widened that this handsome stranger was a boss. *Who was he, and why did the tall man call him "boss"?* I pondered. However, the man ignored me and went to get his clothes ready. "Mr. Owen, you cannot take advantage of me without an explanation. I was drunk last night, and I bet you were drunk, too," I said, my tone accusing him as he wore his shirt and buckled it. Turning to face me with his sharp green eyes, he replied, "I wasn't drunk. But how do I know you were drunk when you came into my room, offered yourself to me, and kissed me first? Do you need me to replay the footage to see what you did?" "No, I…" I was at a loss for words. "I would never do that. You are accusing me wrongly," I said, my voice quivering, as I didn't remember doing any of that. "I see." Mr. Owen smirked and walked over to pick up his phone. "Have a look," he said as he played a video from last night on his phone. In the video, I couldn't believe my eyes as I barged into his room, rushed to the bed to meet him, mounted him, and started kissing his lips. "I don't remember doing that. That's not me! And how do you have the video on your phone?" I asked him accusingly, and he smirked. "Don't play dumb with me, young lady. I own this hotel and the Owen's Group in Dominic City. If there is anyone who needs compensation between us, it's me. Because you took advantage of me, and I could only help you when I sensed you were drugged. If I hadn't slept with you, who knows what damage would have happened to your body? So you should compensate me," he smirked, and my jaw dropped.