Billionaire's Contract Baby

Sienna Chae-Soo walked into work that day an hour earlier as always to start her night shift. She worked as a waitress at the Baegaebong Hotel located in the Central Tourist Area, Samjiyon, North Korea.   “Chae-Soo! Come here, please.” The manager of the hotel and her boss yelled as he saw her walk in. Sienna headed in his direction and walked over the marble floor in the front of the hotel. The floor shined and reflected her appearance, which meant it was recently polished. She adjusted the simple grey pencil dress she had on and tried to hide the holes with her arms.   “Yes, sir?” Sienna softly asked and stepped into his office.   “Close the door behind you.” He firmly ordered, and Sienna obeyed. “Sit.” He stated as she closed the door and turned around to face him. “Tonight, a respected billionaire from South Africa will be eating in our restaurant. He arrived earlier today and has been in a conference since. I want y

Sienna felt tears threaten to fall as she lay in his bed. The bedding smelt faintly of his cologne, and the memories of last night came back to her. She couldn’t believe she had lost her virginity to a random stranger. A rude, aggressive stranger, which made it worse. He probably slept with women all the time, and Sienna meant nothing to him. The sheets had been ripped during their passionate moment, even though he wasn’t even that rough. She felt disgusted with herself and screamed into a pillow, then forced herself up and got dressed.   Since her shirt’s buttons had been ripped off, she collected them to sew back on once she got home. She then tied her long sleeve shirt into a crop top and noticed the billionaire had left his room key for her to drop off at the front desk of the hotel. He had cleared all his items out of the hotel except for a cufflink that she found under the bed when collecting her buttons. It had a werewolf engraved on it and looked like it

2 days earlier   Declan Foster walked into his newly established firm late that afternoon after a day of travelling. He was exhausted and irritable. He checked his personal phone for any messages from the private investigator he hired back in Samjiyon, North Korea. He, too, was a werewolf which made Declan sense that he could trust the investigator. Nothing yet, which was a good sign.   He walked into his office and poured himself a glass of whiskey, which he quickly downed. His business phone started ringing, and he was straight back at work dealing with investors and companies from around the world. FosterA was a company aimed at providing reliable internet and communications to all people around the world. He focused on connecting poor areas to the rest of the world. The company had subdivisions such as education, legal services, and anything related to information technology infrastructure (IT).   Declan was part of

Sienna shoved the billionaire off her and quickly ducked into the bathroom. She closed the door and locked it before Declan could react, which forced him to return to his seat. Sienna felt her heart racing as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wet her face with water and tried to understand why she kissed the enemy.   “Get a hold of yourself.” She said aloud to herself and returned to her seat after using the toilet.   Declan watched the waitress walk back down the aisle and sit down. He couldn’t understand why every part of him wanted to hate her when in reality, he found himself growing attached to her. He decided it was best that moments like the kiss they shared did not happen and fell back into silence. The private investigator tried to talk to either of them, but they weren’t interested.   Eventually, the flat table mountain of his city and vast blue ocean came into view as they flew into Cape Town. Aa

The three of them ate in silence and listened to music. It was awkward for Aaron to be in their presence when they were together, but both seemed friendly when alone with him. He finished up the delicious food and then excused himself.   “Hello, this is Mr Wohoon. I am Mr Foster’s private investigator. I would…” He started to say into his phone as he walked off to his apartment.   “So Declan finally found someone he could trust.” The man on the other side of the call chuckled.   “Yes, Mr Hoffman. I was told you have a file for me. Will you email it to me, or must I collect it?” Aaron asked.   “Please call me Ryan. You and I will be in contact often, I’m sure. I’ll email you my hotel’s address… actually scratch that. I’ll be hosting a masquerade party soon. We’ll meet then.” Ryan replied, then hung up the call.   “I guess that means to collect it,” Aaron said to himself and shrugg