How to Hunt a Billionaire ✔️

Step 28: LEAVE with him

Have you ever woken up regretting what you did the day before? No? Well, that's how I felt the next day. I woke up with the worst headache and I closed my eyes again in the hope of sleeping it off. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming, but the night before came rushing back causing me to sit up, gasping for air, praying that by some miracle nothing happened between Ethan and I. But the fact that I was naked and he was asleep beside me told me my prayers were not going to be answered.

"Oh sh*t. Oh sh*t. Oh sh*t," I whispered, getting more and more hysterical. Grabbing the bed sheets, I moved to frantically cover myself which caused more of Ethan to be exposed. I closed my eyes and ran towards where I thought was the bathroom. "Oh my f*cking God," I cursed as I hit my head against the wall.

My movement probably woke up Ethan as heard him move. "F*ck," he groaned. I felt him brush past me. I screamed and jumped back, afraid that he was naked.

"I'm decent," he muttered before slamming the door to the bathroom.

I stared at the door in shock then moved to bang on it furiously. "I wanted to go first," I yelled.

He made no reply except for turning on the shower. I slid down against the wall and cradled my head in my hands, reflecting on what happened. I had sex with Ethan. F*cking Ethan of all people. Granted that he was good looking but how on Earth did he manage to hide his nasty personality enough to me get into the bed? I kept repeating the question in my head and I didn't notice that he had left bathroom. I felt something touch my shoulder and looked up into a pair of cold hazel eyes.

"Hurry up. We're going back to New York," he said before walking out of the room.

For some reason, his dismissive attitude was getting to me. He acted like nothing happened. I showered quickly, feeling like I was washing away the dirty sins of yesterday. I got dressed and dragged my suitcase to the front door but Ethan decided to give me fashion advice.

He gave my outfit a once over and raised his eyebrows. "Why do you look like a widow?"

I glared at him through my blackout glasses and pointed at my lace black dress. "I am mourning my common sense which for unknown reasons died."

"Does that really require you to dress like that?"

"Apparently so since I am the only one who seems bothered by what happened," I seethed.

He rolled his eyes and stared at his Rolex. "Sex is just sex, Ashley. It doesn't mean anything."

Something inside me snapped. One minute I was calm, the next I was throwing a lamp at Ethan's head. He ducked (luckily for him) and the lamp smashed against the wall. "You f*cking d*ck," I snarled. "You practically raped me."

His eyes narrowed. "I remember you being all for it."

"So? If I say yes, I mean no."

"Do you want to have sex?"

"No."

"So you do."

"No, I don't," I argued.

"But in theory, you mean yes."

I growled before raising my middle finger. "F*ck you."

He leaned in, his breath fanning my face. "If you really want to, I can book another flight."

I paused for a second, pondering on what he said but I realized what he was doing. I pushed him away from me. "I see what you're doing. I get it now. You do some kind of magic," I exclaimed with a hint of craziness in my voice. "That's why I can't say no to you."

"Are you serious?" Ethan snorted.

"What made you think I'm not?"

"Do you want me to answer that?"

The cushion went flying at him. "I. F*cking. Hate. You," I hissed, emphasizing each word. My headache was getting worse but my anger was controlling my actions.

"Can we go now? We're going to miss our flight," he replied looking bored.

I felt like ripping him apart, limb by limb but Ethan wasn't worth jail time. I hit him with my bag then dragged my suitcase down to the lobby without giving him another glance. We weren't the only people downstairs however. Ethan's mother glared at me as if she knew what Ethan and I had been up to and his sister's face told me she did. She began giggling and came over.

"You look furious for someone who spent the night with my brother. Most girls are ecstatic," she pointed out.

I shrugged. "I'm not most girls. We're just having an argument."

"Oh." Her eyes went wide and I could tell she wanted to ask questions about why we were fighting.

"Are you going on your honeymoon soon?" I said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah, but we're going in the summer. Good morning, Ethan. Did you have a nice night?" Victoria asked, winking. I turned my head to see Ethan slid his black credit card into his pocket.

"It was interesting and it would be a good morning if I didn't have to pay for the damages in the hotel room," he grumbled.

Vitoria must have taken this the wrong way. "Wow. I didn't expect you to be so freaky, Ashley," she giggled.

My face turned a dark shade of red. "That's not what he means."

"I don't want to hear about my brother's sex life," she squealed. "I'm going."

"For f*ck sake," I swore, slamming my head into my hands. I could hear Ethan laughing but I couldn't look at him as he was a reminder of what I did. I honestly was considering burying myself. "Ethan, that was the first and last time we ever have sex."

"If you say so," he whispered, his mouth suddenly beside my ear.

My cheeks flushed red due to how close he was. "Please respect my personal space."

He moved away from me but not far enough to make me comfortable. "You now owe me."

"Why?" I argued.

"Do you want to know how much the damages were?" Ethan raised his eyebrow in question.

Hell no. "What do I owe you then? Do you want me to pay you back?"

"I'll decide and collect later but right now we need to go."

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