Chapter 3

Gavi’s POV 

I woke up to the swollen feeling of my cock, it was red. I sprang up, then looked around me. My instinct told me that something was wrong somewhere, I couldn't fully recall but I started picking up scenes of me going on Tinder, getting a match and inviting her over. 

I sprang up from the bed, my head was clouded with a whole lot of thought. First of all, I asked myself what took me to Tinder. I had an account but I haven't been active, merely because hookup isn't my thing. I'm not a fan of one-night stands. 

My eyes scanned round the room to the bedside table nearby, the paper and the golden card on it attracted me. I walked over to it suddenly. 

“Maybe I'll get a full recall of what happened should I take a closer look at this,” I said to myself. There was no name on the card which made me feel frustrated. It didn't stop here but I brought up the paper. 

“Use it as your payment?” I read out loud. I stamped it on the table, my eyes narrowed and my chest was filled with anger. This really pissed me because I really remembered what happened. 

“Is she taking me as a slut to pay for my services?” This was the first time someone dared to insult me. This was a great insult stamped on my face. 

Paying a billionaire for a one-night stand? 

I was expecting she would wake up in the morning and demand for her payment, then I'll gladly give it to her. I haven't done one-night stands before but I've heard the man pays the woman. I derived pleasure from her, I should pay her. 

I pulled out my phone from the drawer and typed my assistant’s number. “I've just messed up. Check the security footage and make sure to get the woman that just left my room this morning back here!” I gave my orders. 

If I don't return her credit card, I'd continue to feel this hookup guy stamp on me. My pride has been drastically reduced, I couldn't spare a chance to bring it back.

I had trust in my assistant, Fred being a retired cop knew how to track down criminals, in this case the woman that came to me isn't a criminal but I have to find her. 

Three hours later, I received a call from him. 

“Sir, she's a foreigner and from the information I've gathered, she looks like a wealthy lady. She paid for the VVIP anonymous lounge which costs four times the amount of the normal VIP lounge just so her identity wouldn't be revealed.” 

“She also used a government approved anonymous card to pay for all her bills. She checked in two days ago here in this hotel and her room number is 18A.” 

“What kind of a person is she that wants to maintain an anonymous identity?” I wondered. 

“She was out of the hotel’s vicinity by 5:30 AM and boarded a taxi by the roadside, CCTV footage says. The footage video and photos of her will be relayed to you on W******p in the meantime.”

“Do you want us to follow up on this?” He asked me and I was left to think for some minutes. 

“I guess it would be better if you let this go before you fall into a scandal.” Fred advised and I never take his words for granted, they are exactly what could happen. 

“She's suspected to be an important personality but prior to the fact she's foreign, no one knows about her here,” Fred said. 

I tried remembering her face last night, even though I wasn't in my right senses, I could tell from her facial look that she's foreign as Fred mentioned. 

I contemplated within myself, glaring down on the floor with my hands resting on my face. It could be because of her position she left so early before I woke up. I shut my eyes, and soon my anger turned to pity. I tried to recall how she was so desperate on Tinder to fuck me and I fell for this. It's just so bad when I checked on Tinder for her picture, the account was deleted. 

“What's this?” I stamped my hand against my hip in shock. My lips refused to shut as I gawked at the space of the deleted account on my phone without motion. Adrenaline skyrocketed, my mind could no longer steady. A lot of thoughts pulled up at this moment. 

“No! Something must have caused this.” 

I tapped on the call again which I'd paused. 

“Hello,” I said over the phone, pulling it off my ear to see if Fred was still on the line. Yes, he is. 

“Fred?” 

“Yes sir,” he replied hurriedly. 

“I want you to investigate a few hours to minutes before the foreign woman comes into my room.” 

“Is there any further concern sir? I might need to get a hint.” 

“Well, I felt so horny. I remembered going to Tinder. I really want to know what caused this.” 

“Okay sir.” 

This is my hotel, who would dare seduce me in my hotel and run away?

I couldn't relax while waiting for Fred to give me the results of his investigation. When it seemed it would take a bit long, I rushed to the bathroom to have a warm morning bath. 

An hour later, W******p sent me a notification. I tapped on it and it was from Fred. Above is an extract from the CCTV. As a spoiler, your girlfriend drugged your drink, probably the reason you were horny.”

I froze. 

“Nevertheless, watch it and see what really happened.” 

Like a movie, it played with me and my obsessive girlfriend, Rosa, whom I wanted to part ways with soon due to her clinginess. Something got my attention and the moment I moved away, she put something in my drink. I didn't feel the effect of what she put until some minutes later after she was gone. She had asked us to have sex but I didn't want to do this with her. I wasn't in the mood that evening, but she persisted up to the point I got annoyed with her and asked my bodyguards to send her home. Immediately she was gone, I began to feel horny. I know I must have acted stupid by calling her line again but I wasn't in my correct senses. She had switched off her phone, probably out of anger. 

This prompted me into logging into my Tinder account which I haven't used for years. I was crazily horny and could hurt myself if I didn't get sex last night, I was so horny that I fucked that girl without a condom. 

I stood in my room, supporting my chin with my hand while the other was crossed over my chest. I rushed towards the table and picked up my phone to call Fred again. 

“I still can't get over this girl. I want to return her card and warn her never to speak a word about last night to anyone.” 

“But–” Fred was reluctant. I know he's afraid this case might reach the internet. 

“I wasn't myself last night, what if she had taken pictures of me and who knows her real intention, why did she initiate contact with me on Tinder?” 

Here Fred couldn't say a word. 

“Well, the bad news is that we have been conducting an investigation on her but so far, it's been futile for the first time since we began working with you.” 

I stood here frustrated, with my mind carried away. I gently picked up the card and glared at it. It was an anonymous card as well. I would have had her fingerprints extracted upon reporting to the police but it would be of no use since she's not resident here.

“Do you like her?” Fred asked. My heart stopped. I furrowed my brows. Not like he caught me but I wasn't expecting this question, I had quite a different reason to meet her. 

“No!” I shrugged my shoulders. “You already know I don't like younger women or those my age. I love them being ten years older than me.” I told him. This is one of the reasons I didn't want to go serious with my girlfriend, Rosa. I hoped to marry an older woman, probably a divorcee. I loved them exerting that motherly influence on me and from my research, they aren't too clingy like the younger women because they have seen life. 

“Fred, contact my Chief Personal Assistant. Ask him to hand over my written check of three hundred thousand dollars to Rosa. She should pack out of my estate right away. I don't want to see her again.” 

Maybe, a night with this strange lady has incited my real desire in a woman. I want to chase that desire!!