The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 5: Be My Playboy

Leena’s POV

“Leena, Leena..!” He tried to get a hold of me but I quickly walked out of the living room. The ladies he wasted himself last night were still lying drowsily on the armchair and ground. “Please, let me explain myself.” He grabbed my hand. “Explain yourself? Why?” I scoffed, looking at him with disinterest. “What happened last night? I’m really sorry.” He lowered his head, feeling guilty and I smirked. “You have nothing to apologize for, Mr. James. We already made ourselves clear.” I spilled bluntly. “Someone spiked my drink last night, that was why I brought them home. I had no idea that I was home with them…” He paused. “Checking the CCTV camera, I’m dimwitted towards my action.” He said dolefully. “You know you are good at playing this game. But you owe me no apology and I don’t believe you. Live your life as you please and don’t disturb me.” I shunned him. “Trust me, Leena.” He didn’t let me go and I turned my back on him. “Yeah, I’m a cheating husband but after our wedding, I had decided not to bring any woman home. What happened last night, I really have no idea about it.” He shook his head and I sighed. Luckily, I managed to take my hand away from him. “Suit yourself, fucker.” I spat at his face before leaving the wide compound. I felt his eyes on me the whole time and the actions of last night clouded in my memory. Who would believe such an excuse? I wasn’t a fool. The way he screwed those women? That showed how desperate he wanted it. I strolled into a trending saloon in the street. The saloon was one of the best and fancy in the city and big women visited the place for hair and spa treatment. Fortunately, I was friends with the owner of the place and she had promised to help me with a job if ever I was stranded. As I was about to enter the saloon completely, I saw Jane and three huge-looking men. Immediately, I hid behind the makeover room, staring at her anxiously and wondering what she wasThis is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

doing there. It was still early and the saloon hadn’t opened officially. “Did you do what I asked?” Jane’s eyes rolled from each of the men and they nodded. “Yes, ma. We made sure he went home with the hot chicks.” One of the men nodded and my interest rose. What were they talking about? “Did you make sure the girls were ovulating?” Jane’s brow raised. “Yes, Ma. We also added enough doses of the drug. Mr. James won’t know himself after everything.” I almost gasped when I heard the man’s statement, using my hand to cover my mouth. “So, Jane had a hand in this? Is she trying to ruin my marriage or ruin the man she loves?” I wondered inwardly as anger permeated through my eyes. She gave each of them a bunch of dollars before strolling out of the saloon. I was in a daze for a few minutes and could only break out after hearing a shout from my corner. “What are you doing here?” The person cried out. “Oh…! Ma.” I greeted. She was the owner of the Saloon. “Yeah, why are you here?” For some reason, her attitude and tone towards me were different. I wanted to ask her if something had happened but something stopped me. “Ma, you know... you promised to …” I couldn’t finish my statement when she shunned me. “Please, leave my shop. I’m no longer interested in keeping poor and useless people. I also don’t want to see you within my shop axis.” She yelled at my face. “But Ma, we were….” I didn’t finish my statement, and she slapped me. “If you don’t leave, I might do this again.” She fired at me. My hands were on my face as I left the saloon. What was going on? Why was she rigid with me when we were close in the past? And Jane, what was she up to? The fact I was bothered didn’t hide, rather it showed on my face. But something distracted my attention and I left myself to swim in my illusion. It was my dream heels, displayed on the showcase. Due to curiosity, I walked into DREAM MALL, with the hopes of asking for the price of the shoe. Inwardly, I knew it was an expensive place but then, it helped me escape the bitter reality I was facing.

“Hello.” I waved at one of the sales reps at the counter. She gave me a long look from my head to my toe before nodding her head reluctantly. “How can I help you?” She asked. “That shoe.” I walked over and took a pair then I walked back to her. “How much is it?” I raised an anxious brow as I got a clear view of the sparkling silver heels. “Hey, give that back.” The sales rep quickly snatched it from me, I wondered what was happening. “Do you know how expensive it is? This shoe cost $100 million.” She spilled bluntly and my eyes widened, I tried not to gasp. “You can never purchase it in your entire life.” She hissed. “Give it to her.” I heard a thick masculine voice from behind and when I turned around, it was James. Now, I didn’t know if I should despise him or pity him since he was a victim of Jane’s game. Though reminiscing on how he screwed those women annoyed me. For some reason, secretly, I wished it was me. “James?” I was surprised to see him. “That shoe, give it to my wife.” His voice was filled with authority and seriousness. “Sir, this is Natalie Taylor's first edition heel. It can never be found anywhere.” The sales rep reminded him. “My wife deserves to wear it more. Give it to her.” I felt loved for the first time, seeing how he fought for what I loved. “I wish you could be only my playboy.” Unexpectedly, these words escaped from my mouth. “What did you say?” His eyes diverted to my corner and I swallowed hard, feeling super nervous.