Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

"But we're just getting started," he says, bringing his face so close under the guise of removing a poured drink from the bar that I have to twist my neck to keep him from crushing his face against mine.

My God!

Then I see over the guy's shoulder that Leonardo is looking at me as if his eyes are on fire and he runs to shove his friends.

Oh no, this is not good.

So, I spill my glass by twisting it to the side of the guy's chest, causing him to move away immediately.

"Oh, what a fool I have been! I'm sorry! I uselessly excuse myself. I think he realizes that I intentionally threw him on him, but the truth is that he can't come and corner me like that either.

"Da...hell," he mutters.

I take advantage of the fact that he has given me the space to be able to leave the drink on the bar and run away in a hurry, following the indication of the bathrooms.

It doesn't take long to find the women’s. I enter, finding one of the women I saw when I entered touching up her makeup in front of the mirror and I lock myself in one of the cubicles. Honey, holy shit, what just happened?

I feel like it's the only space I think I feel comfortable in, yet a part of me certainly feels amused.

Did both a guy and a girl just try to pick me up? What am I supposed to follow as rules when it comes to being around these people? If only I had come to this place alone, I might have had it differently. I don't want to feel guilty or not finish understanding myself with others.

I pull out a piece of toilet paper to open the door and flush it down the toilet.

However, as I walk out and feel safe, I quickly feel plunged into hell itself as I notice that the front door is closed and the mirror shows me the image of Leonardo who is waiting for me.

I turn to him who is in front of the mirror and my heart races at brutal levels as he gets closer.

And with his voice full of menace he says to me:

“What did you do?”

My voice comes out with indignation, but at the same time, I feel a slight tremor in my throat.

"S-ex-excuse me?"

“What kind of person are you? We just got here and you're already walking like a hooker. Do you know who that lady was? A madam. Serve as VIP prostitutes to guys at these events. And you were giving yourself away to that son of a thousand whores. What is your intention, Gigi? What the fuck is going on with you?”

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