All Chapters of A Night with the Zillionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Finally!” Rosalind Miller walked to the front door and turned the mark hung on the restaurant door from ‘Opened’ to ‘Closed’. However, she bowed her head and smiled at the last few customers who would leave the restaurant. The bell’s sound rang a few times each time the customers left since the door movement hit the bell. “Please come again and enjoy your night,” she said. The closing time was something she was grateful for. Rosalind enjoyed serving people in the Premium Steak, one of the best steak restaurants in the capital. Her supervisor and co-workers were nice and considerate. Also, she appreciated the salary and tips from customers. At 9.30 p.m., Rosalind rubbed her aching waist. The restaurant was closed at 9 p.m. So, for the last half hour she had already cleaned up the empty tables. The restaurant had over fifty tables. As she needed to comfort herself, she took a deep breath while closing her eyes. Sometimes working at night was almost unbearable. Tonight was one of

Rosalind sighed and tried to roll her body. However, something halted her movement. She was exhausted, and a hammer felt like pounding on her head. So she still lay on the bed, trying to figure it out what happened last night. The pounding didn’t stop until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh, stop!” she shrieked. The ache in her head was too much until she promised to herself not to be drunk again. Somehow, there was a move behind her. She felt a kiss on her left shoulder and that’s when she realized an arm wrapped around her waist. “You’re awake?” The man’s voice was hoarse. “Oh!” Rosalind tried to move her body to see who was talking. But the ache in her head was too much. “I promise I won’t get drunk ever again.” She groaned and rubbed her temples. “It’s good, baby. I’m glad to hear that.” The man’s words sank into her brain slowly. Then Rosalind gasped, trying to turn her body. It was already hard because the pounding in her head still continued. However, she strived to open

Rosalind wrapped her body in a wide dry towel and sat on a chair near the mirror. The easiest decision was to accept Gabriel’s offer. She didn’t need to work hard anymore, even no need to work again. He even promised her to give a lesson to Jeremy, though she didn’t know what he would do. Her mind pondered the option. It seemed Gabriel was sincere with his offer, but how long would it be? She heard Gabriel’s reputation as one of the wealthiest people in the capital. Many feared him because they heard he wouldn’t hesitate to do anything to get what he wanted. But many women also sought after him because of his wealth, power, and impressive look. Gabriel’s skin was tan, although he was a Caucasian since his business was in transportation. Despite he had been successful, she heard he still worked outside, checking his business in so many places regularly. No one dared to mess with him. Since she knew Gabriel and his family were immigrants in her country, his success was even more impre

With a flushed face, Rosalind shook her head. She clenched her hands and took a deep breath. “No, Gabe. Please don’t force me ….” Instantly, Gabriel stopped his advance though his breath was rasping. He touched his forehead to hers, closed his eyes, and sighed. “Woman, you truly know how to torture me.” “It’s not my intention ….” Rosalind closed her eyes too. “Please, let me wear my clothes again. If you won’t force me, we won’t have sex.” Gabriel finally let Rosalind go and wore his clothes too despite he was eager to seduce her again. However, he didn’t want to take her by force. It was something against his values. When he stared at her, she grasped her hands and gazed back at him. Brushing her hand on her trousers, Rosalind asked, “Can I go now?” “Not yet. Sit and I’ll tell you something.” Rosalind creased her forehead. “What is it?” “Sit first.” Touching her nape, she still stood there. “So?” “Patience isn’t your virtue, is it?” Gabriel teased her. He sat first on the co

Rosalind went to Jeremy’s apartment with no prior notice. She wanted to ensure she would get a closure that day. Five years had been too long, and she didn’t want to waste more of her time for someone who didn’t appreciate her. Jeremy didn’t open the door when she pressed the bell button. So, she called him. He picked the call at the third call.“Rosalind?”“I want to speak with you for a few minutes. I’m at the door of your apartment.”“It’s not a good time. Maybe an hour from now?”Taking a deep breath, Rosalind shook her head. “I won’t take a lot of your time. Five minutes at max.”“Okay, then. I’ll open the door. Wait for me.”Gulping, she prepared herself to stay calm and collected. But then, when she saw Jeremy, looking cheerful as if he had no problem in the world, anger and hatred filled her heart. How could he do this to her? “Rosalind? What do you want to talk about?” Jeremy asked.“Can we sit?” She gestured at the dark brown couch on the veranda.Jeremy scratched his head.