Hiding From The Billionaire

"Gosh!"

Frank Harper gasped as he saw a slender shoulder full of hickeys. The purple marks were everywhere, even near the mole at the arousing position.

Still with his mouth gaping, Frank stared at the girl's face. Her lipstick and mascara were messily smeared. Realizing his brutality, Frank rushed to get his cell phone.

"You and those nine bodyguards are useless! Don't you think that I paid you enough?" Frank swore as soon as someone received the call.

"Sorry, Sir. Didn't you tell us to take some rest? You said you wanted to celebrate the anniversary with your fiancee."

"Fiancee? I don't even know this girl!"

Frank glared at the girl with piercing eyes. Hatred had burned his soul.

Every time his fiancee tried to seduce him, his control never wavered. But now? How could he ruin his perfect image with a stranger?

"Investigate the bar! Someone had put drugs in my drink last night. And find out where Isabela is now! She never canceled appointment without any information before."

"What about the girl with you, Sir? Do I need to investigate her?"

Frank gritted his teeth. How could the girl still be asleep when his anger had exploded?

"I will handle her."

After putting the cell phone on the table, Frank hurried to get dressed. Then, without a shred of hesitation, he slapped the girl with a glass of water.

"Hmmph!"

Kara spontaneously scooped up her face and got up. As soon as she saw a handsome man with messy hair, she was flabbergasted. "Who are you?"

"I'm the one who should be asking. Who are you?"

Frank raised an eyebrow. His face was not friendly at all. His gray eyes radiated a deathly cold aura.

"Wait a minute! This is my room. Why are you acting like this is your room?" Kara replied with a higher tone. She didn't realize that her clothes weren't sticking to her body anymore.

"You don't know who I am?" Frank muttered with one brow pressed against the forehead. A second later, he snorted. "This is my hotel, and this room ... I have specially prepared it for my fiancee. So, stop making it up!"

"You're the one who made it up! My team has rented three rooms at this Harper's Hotel since yesterday afternoon. Look, my suitcase ...."

Kara gasped when she found her clothes scattered near the man's feet. As soon as the memory of last night's dream rose, her eyes widened.

"You ...!" Kara pulled the blanket with a look of horror. "What have you done to me?"

With his hands stuffed in the pockets, Frank stepped forward. "I'm the one who should be hysterical. How could I touch a lowly girl as ugly and stupid as you?"

Leaning forward, he observed the look on his victim. He felt she was overreacting. Those amber eyes trembled too violently.

"Tsk, even a Samoyed dog is much classier than you."

The man looked at her like she was the most disgusting creature in the entire world. Kara was lost for words.

"Stop your charade! You must be glad you slept with me. Millions of women yearn for that opportunity. You should be grateful, while I ..." Frank snorted and shrugged. "Last night was the worst nightmare in my life."

"You've clearly taken advantage of me. Now, you think I'm trash?"