CHAPTER 4

Jordan's POV

I woke up to the light creaking inside the room from the open window. My body feels so heavy against the bedpost and a pain shot through my head. I will myself to open my eyes, but the morning light nearly blinded me.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I screamed, noticing the slender woman next to me. She is naked and under the duvet. She stirred but doesn't wake and I take my hands to my mouth, tiptoeing to the end of the room. I tried to recall last night's incidents, but they are all vague. I remember the contract, the drugged drink, and the hooded figure that lifted me. I do not remember entering this room, removing my clothes, or having sex with a random naked woman.

In fear that she might wake up anytime soon and see me, and probably recognize me as the billionaire CEO Yates, I wear my briefs and clothes in a hurry and leave a couple of cash on the bed. I did not want to be the billionaire who sleeps with random prostitutes with or without protection.

I bent my head low when I leave the room, climbing down the stairs until I get to my car, relief washing over me.

"How could you be so stupid Jordan?" I screamed at myself inside my car, bemoaned, closing my eyes and let out a frustrating sigh.

I replayed the incidents that brought me to this situation. I knew my drink was drugged by that excuse of a client. I wonder how it was planned. Was the lady part of their plan or merely a victim of circumstance? I feel relieved that no one from the club recognized me or spared me a second glance.

I hit the road and drove carefully and slowly towards my house.

My relief is cut short as I approach my house and see a car in my garage. I knew at once that it was Jason's because he was the only one I knew who drove a red car. I clear my head before alighting from my car. I enter my house from the backdoor and see my twin brother on my couch. He was waiting for me and he jumped up in surprise immediately I entered unannounced.

His eyes glint with mischievousness and I am suddenly annoyed at how identical we look. I could practically see the anger on his face.

"What are you doing in my house, Jason?" I ask with irritation. Jason and I have been sworn enemies ever since my Dad died. He had always wanted to inherit Dad's company but he had no business skills, hence, Dad handed it over to me in his will. That annoyed him ever since and he had constantly pulled little stunts to make me give in and surrender the company to him.

"Nice to meet you too. Where have you been all night? Lucy and Rosie said you had not been in since yesterday. Your loved ones were worried about you. Do you have a girlfriend we don't know about?" He asks in wicked suspicion.

I couldn't let him know about last night's incidents as I removed every trace of guilt from my face and maintained a cold demeanor. If he wanted to play this game, I can too. "And, what is your problem with me having a girlfriend?" I ask with sarcasm dripping from my words.

"Look at the cold-hearted bastard who finally fell in love," he says with a smile.

"You wish though," he says again as his smile falters, revealing a dark glare. He reaches for his phone and hands it over to me to take a look.

"What the hell is this?" I ask even though I watch clearly from the grainy video how I had sex with a lady repeatedly, only my face revealed to the camera. My hands are shaking as I attempt to balance my fear with enough composure.

"Your worst nightmare," he says, snatching his phone back from my hands with an evil smile.

My body freezes in fear and fury. Damn it! I knew that bastard was no client and his contract was a trap, and I fell right into it. "What the fucking hell? You took this to another level, Jason." I reply furiously.

"Blah blah blah twin brother. You have two weeks to hand over everything about the company to me; documents and all, unless, this little secret of yours," he says, pointing to his screen "is going viral. I will get my lawyer ready," He finishes deadpan.

He thinks he knows exactly where to get me. I protect my dignity more than anything on this earth combined, and he knows that using it to blackmail me might make me give up the company. Too bad, I made a promise to Dad.

"Everyone knows that I'm a cold-hearted CEO who has zero time for women. The media writes me off as gay and I couldn't care less. Why should I care about this?" I asked.

"You and I know that is a lie. You are on the verge of getting a huge client from Asia. If this video should go viral, you, my brother would be on the gossip blogs and ridiculed publicly. It will be very bad for the company at this strategic time."

"You won't dare., I say in a cold voice.

"Ohh, you will see then. Tick-tock tick brother," he says before leaving the house in anger, slamming my door shut.

I remember the look he had on his face before he left; the look of resolution. I am scared because when Jason says he will do something, he will do it. We inherited that stubborn feature from our father.

I let out a frustrating sigh before hearing little footsteps descending the stairs."Is that you, Jason? Jordan?, I hear her ask from the stairs.

I froze and broke out a sweat as the little footsteps echoed in the hall.

"Jordan?" she calls out.