Three

“Fine, I’m bored anyway.”

“You’re in on the bet?”

He nodded.

“Alright, what would I get if I turned you on?”

His eyebrows were raised. I can’t help but adore his gorgeous face. He has almond eyes and a long nose that can poke anything!

I shook my head. Tamantha, what are you even thinking?

I scanned him. Even in his suit, I can tell that he’s muscular. He looks proper and refined, though he’s drunk, and his face is reddish, maybe because of all the liquor he consumed.

“One hundred thousand dollars,” he said without hesitation.

“One hundred thousand dollars?” I asked.

He nodded.

My eyes widened. Is he for real?

That’s a lot of money! Where does he even get

Well, by looking at him, you can tell he’s rich, but I don’t think that rich people spend their money on stupid things. Or are some of them doing it? And the other person invests their money?

But clearly, this is not the kind of rich guy who puts it on investment. I bet he only gets his riches from his parents. Most rich people are like that, but some have hard-earned money, so I can’t tell now.

I’m baffled.

Whatever there are one hundred thousand dollars at stake. I require money; I just lost my job.

“So you’re in for the bet?”

“Yes, I told you I’m bored. I’ll do anything to get rid of boredom.”

“And bet a huge amount of money?” “Why one hundred thousand dollars?”

“Don’t you want it?”

“No, I’m just asking if you’ll bet that much money.”

“I’m not cheap, miss.” I don’t bet a cent, so go on.”

“Okay… but how do I know if you have that money?”

He rolled his eyes.

“Here,” he said and handed me a card from his wallet.

“What’s this?”

“Are you stupid or what?”

“That’s my credit card; withdraw one thousand dollars there.”

My eyes widened. So he’s for real? Is he crazy? Or am I?

I don’t know that he would bet.

“Only if you won the bet.”

My eyes squinted. “I will.”

I’m confident in myself right now, maybe because I have one hundred thousand dollars.

Come on, Tamantha, it’s not that hard to make someone hard.

I gulped. Shit.

I will be humiliated if I lose this bet.

Okay, Tamantha, you can do this. It’s not that hard. Sexiness is about confidence, not just your body. You can do this!

I stared into his eyes. He also gazed back at me without any expression on his face.

I can’t even read the guy!

A smile crept onto my lips when my eyes landed on his pants.

I can’t believe my own eyes. He is turned on! He is freaking hard! I can tell by the bulge on his pants!

Oh my!

Did I win one hundred thousand dollars?

That’s crazy!

“You can’t believe what happened last night, Lindsey!”

“You’ve said that two times now, Tamantha.” What happened? Why did you leave without us last night? Are you crazy? You don’t have a lift! How did you even get home? When we get here, you’ll be sleeping in your bed already! “You are so knocked up with liquor!”

“I know. I don’t even remember what happened after I won one hundred thousand dollars.”

“What?” Her eyebrows knitted.

“Yeah, I haven’t said it yet, but I won a hundred thousand dollars just by turning a guy on!” “I just won by making him hard!”

“What? Tamantha that sounds ridiculous! Are you still drunk? Or did you hit something on your way home last night?

“No! I’m not joking, Lindsey! “Wait, I have proof.” I returned to my room and looked for my purse under the bed. I jammed my hands on it.

I returned to the living room and showed the credit card to Lindsey.

His forehead creased.

“What is this?”

“Credit card! I won that! I informed you that I had won a hundred dollars.

“Yeah, yeah, you won it.” But are you sure this is real? You don’t know the guy, Tamantha; he may be bluffing with you. Or maybe he made fun of you; how did you even win it?”

“I made a bet.”

“How?”

I told Lindsey everything, and all I got from her was a confused look.

“Doesn’t this sound like a scam, Tamantha?”

I pursed my lips.

“Look, you shouldn’t have trusted that guy.” You don’t know him. “He could have taken advantage of you.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s crazy, Lindsey. He wouldn’t! “I told you he laughed at me!”

“Yes, but still, if what you told me was right, he could because you turned him on! “Guys don’t like it when you leave them with a boner.”

“Well, he doesn’t look like he would do such a thing, Lindsey.” “He looks like he came from a wealthy family.”

“That doesn’t guarantee that someone won’t do anything bad.”

“Yeah… but whatever, Lindsey.” “I will prove you wrong; I will withdraw the money right now.”

“You don’t have to tell Tams; I believe in you, but your story sounded so weird that I can’t accept that you seduced a stranger for a bet.”

“I know. I was just desperate last night, maybe because of the alcohol.” “I thought I could use the money since I lost my job.”

“Well, you really can, and if that’s real money, you can treat me to a coffee.” She laughed.

“Let’s see.” I shrugged.

I took a bath after our breakfast. Lindsey made a simple breakfast since she couldn’t make anything fancy because of her hangover.

“Linsey, I will head out!”

“Already? “Alright, take care!”

I opened the door, and I was taken aback when a police officer greeted me right in front of me.

“Tams?”

I look in Lindsey’s direction.

“What’s going on?”

I don’t have any idea. I want to say it, but I’m too occupied even to voice it out.

“Are you Ms. Tamantha Stolly?”

My forehead creased.

“Yes, why?” My heart thumped inside my chest.

Shit! What the heck did I do last night?

Am I so drunk that I commit heinous crimes?

“You’re under arrest over a stolen credit card.”

“What?” My eyes widened. What is he talking about? A stolen credit card?

Did I steal a credit card last night when I was drunk?

I don’t remember---

Oh shit!

Is he talking about the credit card the stranger because I won the bet?

What the heck?

I didn’t take it!

“I don’t want to force you, Ms. Stolly. “Just come in peace.”

“No! I’m not going with you! I didn’t steal anything! I didn’t!”

“It was reported this morning, Ms.”

“I swear I didn’t steal it! That guy gave it to me! I won the bet! “He gave it!”

“Ms. Stolly, don’t make this hard.”

“That stupid sh*t!” I cussed.

“That won’t help you, Ms.”

“You’re also stupid.”

Lindsey cut off.

“Tamantha, please! “Just go with the police, we’ll figure it out, and I’ll come there.”

I sighed.

What did I get myself into?

My face heats up when our eyes meet.

What the hell is he doing here?

I must not forget that because of him, the police took me and took me to the precinct.

What kind of man is he?

I thought he said I won it. It’s mine.

Why would he change his mind the next day? Is it because he’s drunk? Yes, I understood that he was drunk, but a bet is a bet, and he should have brought the police into this. I will return it to him if he wants to get his card from me again.

“It’s you,” he said.

“Of course, it’s me.” Are you crazy? If you wanted your credit card back or if you don’t have money, then you shouldn’t have brought the police into this. I will give it back to you, you freaking jerk! For all I know, you don’t have money. That’s why you want to get it back! But I got it all right; I also don’t have money, but you shouldn’t have told the police that I stole it! I didn’t steal it, and you know that! “We had a wager, and I won.”

He cut me off.

“Shh, shut up, miss, you’re too loud.” “I don’t have the plan to get it to you.”

“What? What the heck do you mean? “You just made the police bring me here over a stolen credit card!” I said.

“I know, but that’s not the real reason.”

“Then what is your freaking reason?” I was humiliated, okay! “I have a right to react like this.”

His brow furrowed.”I wonder how you will react if I tell you the real reason behind all of this.”

My forehead creased.

What does he mean? So why did he keep repeating it and not just tell me after this that I could go home?

Whenever Lindsey was right, Never trust strangers. What I was thinking last night, I let myself bet on this man.

I made a wrong decision because of alcohol, but I shouldn’t blame it all on alcohol. I’m still at fault. Now, look where the heck I am.

“First, I need to get you out of here.” We need to talk in private about this matter. “I don’t want anyone to eavesdrop.”

“Talk in private?” Hell no. I’m not going with you! The last time I believed in what you said, I ended up in prison, so no thanks. Just tell them the truth and let me leave. I will freaking give you back your credit card. I don’t need it anymore.

“I won’t let you leave if you don’t agree to talk in private, Ms. Stolly.”

“What the hell do you want to talk about?” I don’t even know you! “Don’t worry, I didn’t withdraw any cents from your credit card; it’s still there!”

“It’s not about the credit card.”

“Then what is it?”

“You are hard to find, Ms. Stolly. “I have no choice but to report that my card has been stolen so they can track it down and lead me to you.”

Now I’m even more confused. Why does he need to find me? If it’s not about the freaking credit card, then what is it?

Did I turn him on last night so he wouldn’t forget about me?

Then chubby girls must be his kink.

“Do you agree?”

“What?” I asked.

“That we can talk in private.”

My eyes squinted. “Why?”

“So we can talk about what I’m going to say.”

“Why can’t you say it here?”

What is he going to say that people don’t need to hear?

As to what I remember from romance movies and novels, things that go like this turn crazy.

Will he ask me to be his secret sex slave, or what?

“Because it’s private,”

“Wait, are you going to ask me for a one-night stand?”

His eyes widened. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged.

“You’re the one who keeps on saying that we should talk in private.”

“Yes, because you don’t want anyone to find out about it.”

“About what?”

“How did you even think I would ask you for a one-night stand?” He laughed, and I couldn’t help but glare at him.

“Because I turned you on last night. Who knows if you want more?”

He shook his head. “No, Miss. I don’t, and the last thing I want from you is a one-night stand.”

“Then why in hell are you here?” What’s more important than your freaking credit card? Why did you put so much effort into finding and tracking me? Why?”

“Let’s talk in private.”

“What are you freaking scared of?” There’s no one here! It’s not like you’re a famous superstar, actor, or freaking billionaire!”

“I am,” he said.

I can’t help but laugh. He’s what? I said three things: is he a superstar? Well, he’s handsome, tall, and hot, so that he can pass as a superstar or an actor. His voice is natural, not deep, but sexy so that he could be a superstar, I suppose. But I never heard of him.

I don’t even know him.

“What? “Are you an actor?”

“Billionaire.”

“Billionaire?”

“Yeah,” he said, then nodded.

“No, that’s impossible.”

“You just disagree with everything I say, huh?”

“No, I mean, you can be a superstar or an actor because you’re hot, but a billionaire? No.”

“Why?”

“Because billionaires don’t go to some average club to get drunk and risk their money on bets and give one hundred thousand dollars so easily…” I stopped in my tracks when I realized it.

Damn, he must be a billionaire in that case.

He doesn’t even care about his credit card, but I wonder why he is here. Why does he have to go this far to see me if he doesn’t want to ask me for a one-night stand or be his sex slave?

He smirked. He’s well aware that I’ve realized it now.

“Should we make this fast?” he asked.

My eyes remained on him. I can’t believe it.

“Ms. Stolly?”

“What?”

“Are you so blinded by beauty and wealth that you get lost?”

I rolled my eyes. “As if!”

“As if you can’t take your eyes off me?”

I glared at him.

“Come on, tell me what it is so we can go on with our day!”

“I don’t believe you can go on with your day after this, Ms. Stolly.”

“What, why?”