THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE || 짱

MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER

PROLOGUE

"Ahhh!"

I opened my eyes in surprise as I saw a man hovering above me, eyebrows drawn in the middle. I blinked, blood rushing to my cheeks in embarrassment as I realized who it was.

It wasn't just any man, it's Russell Fjord, our hotel director.

"Sir?"

He pulls away when he sees that I am awake.

"How did-what the f*ck happened?"

He scratched his head and glared at me, making me swoon. I couldn't help but stare at him as he talks, still filled with disbelief.

Am I dreaming? Is he really here in front of me? Ranting about being on the same bed with me?

I must be losing my mind.

I raised my hand and touched his cheek, making him groan in irritation.

"Will you stop that!" he slapped my hand away and huffed, pulling the blanket to him and with a raised finger, he pointed at me, "I know you. You've been looking at me since the beginning. I noticed that you are quite obsessed with my presence and now."

The flick of the hand, the snap of the eyebrows. He's just too soft for a man, and I am afraid I have fallen for this beautiful creature.

Russell Fjord, forty one, the infamous hotel director whose profile is unknown except his position. I am still uncertain if it is his real name for it sounds bizarre - RUSSELL FJORD. For all I know, he is just hiding his true identity. He was in charge of the restaurant I am working at (THE VERANDAH) and ever since the moment our gazes met, I have fallen for him.

Unfortunately, he is fond of guys and I, Misha Sanders, ruined his reputation.

Russell snaps his fingers in front of my eyes to bring me back to the situation at hand. "Are you listening to me?" He snaps his fingers again and I push it off my line of vision, "Can you explain to me how this happened because I was just walking to my room last night after I had a drink at the bar downstairs!"

"I have no idea."

"What?"

"I am clueless about what happened, too."

"No! Impossible. You possibly planned all this, right? What do you want? Money?"

"How dare you!" I gritted my teeth, preparing to lounge myself at him and give him a piece of my mind. How can he accuse me of being a gold digger?

He backs away, a hand preparing to dodge my attack, "I mean, I've been observing you this couple of months and I know that you quite liked me."

I rolled my eyes, "But I wouldn't do this! It is just a simple infatuation, nothing as crazy as this." I scratched my head and stared at his comical face. "I swear. I was only waiting for a ride when all of a sudden I was knocked out. I didn't do anything."

Russell raised an eyebrow and groaned, moaning as he dramatically fell on the floor. "I swear, I was a victim too."

"Oh my God! I can't believe this happened to me." He stands and I couldn't help but look at his private part. He is so tall and he is quite on the plus size with regards to his family heirloom. Russell rolled his eyes, "Eyes up here, young lady."

I snapped my eyes back to his face and I felt my heart falter, how could he look so handsome? Pity, he isn't interested to women, or he wouldn't be throwing a tantrum such as this.

" We were naked and entangled in each other and I am quite certain that something happened but, Ugh!" He pulled at the strands of his hair and groan again, "I can't bear the fact that you and I - you and I..."

"Had sex?"

"Ugh!" he pulled at the strands of his hair again before rummaging his discarded clothes. "Do you think we used protection?" He fished the pockets of his clothes and the insides of his shoes.

Nothing.

"I guess not." I answered, much to his dismay.

"What if I get you pregnant?" the words chilled my bones and I was stunned. What if that happened? Will he ask me to get rid of it since his reputation as a gay will be ruined? "Nah. Impossible. I mean, it's only one time!"

He is threading a path on the carpet as he continuously walks and I keep on being distracted as his member keeps on swinging. After a while he noticed that my eyes were glued to his south region and he huffed. He stopped and pulled me out of the bed, making me scream as my private parts were exposed by the falling blanket.

"Aaaaaahhh!"

He pulled away and I desperately wrapped the blanket on myself.

"Get out." He stated as he pulled on my arm, "Get out while everyone else is still asleep. I am already too embarrassed to spend a night with someone in the hotel! You and I can lose our job if anyone finds out." He scratched his head, and sigh, "I cannot remember anything from last night - what happened and how you ended up here. Plus, I don't want them to talk about you and I having a relationship when there is nothing, okay? So, never tell a soul about this. Treat it as though nothing happened. I hope you do not like drama, too."

"I don't." I paused, matching his glare as I felt the irritation bubbling up on my chest, "I know that your boyfriend will be so disappointed if he gets wind of this." I answered, making him blush a deep red with anger and his eyes turned into slits.

I do not know how I managed to answer him when he was one of the most powerful men in this hotel. I guess, my courage was fueled by the feeling of rejection that drives me desperate.

Russell opened the door and tossed me out with nonchalance, making me shake in anger. I stumbled on the floor, my knees wobbly and my inner thighs burning. I backed into a corner when I heard a gasp. The housekeeper was looking at the door then me before directing her gaze back at the door.

I smiled.

Oh well, the truth can't remain hidden, most of the time.

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