Claimed By The Arrogant Billionaire

Eva's POV:

It was a bright Saturday morning. A ray of sunlight seeped into the room and landed on my face.

I woke up in bed with a throbbing headache. When I shifted my hand, I was stunned to touch another person lying next to me.

"What? Who are you!" I gasped, sitting up immediately.

The man had a sharp jawline, full brows, and thin lips.

I looked at my body and was stunned to find myself naked in bed with him.

"Who the hell are you!" I yelled, before the events of the previous night hit me hard.

Layla Parker had invited me to celebrate her birthday at the hotel. Layla came from a rich family. She was 24 years old, fair-skinned, and my best friend from college.

Though Layla came from a wealthy family, I came from a struggling home. She promised I would have fun at her party, even when I didn't want to go. I agreed, and now I was in bed with an unknown man.

"I should be the one asking you what the hell you're doing on my bed. This is a VIP suite. How did you get in here, miss?" asked the handsome man as he shifted away from me. I was stunned by his masculine physique—broad chest, chiseled abs, and six-pack.

"Don't drool at me like that. Get up and get out!" he barked. I refused.

"I am a virgin. I am not a prostitute, and you slept with me. Is this how you take responsibility for your actions? How did we end up entangled in this bed?" I sobbed, unable to believe I had sex with an unknown man. He ignored me, pulled the bedsheet away from my body, and wrapped it around himself.

When he went into the bathroom, the sound of running water filled my ears. The entrance door swung open, and Layla walked in with Jacob Stone, my fiancé.

"So this is what you do, Eva. You hook up, after everything I did to support you," Jacob accused me, standing at the door with Layla.

"No, Jacob. I don't know what happened. Layla, you invited me to your party. How did I end up with that stranger in the bathroom?" I asked my best friend, needing her help.

Layla wore a short blue dress and black shoes, and she clung to Jacob's arm like she was his girlfriend.

"Jacob, I don't know what Eva is saying. She came to my party and told me she was looking forward to meeting a rich guy in this luxury five-star hotel—the Owen's Hotel. I honestly don't know how she got here until I asked the security men," Layla lied, and Jacob believed her.

"I cannot believe you would do this, Eva. After everything I did to feed you, sponsor you—this is how you repay me. It's over between us," Jacob said, glaring at me.

"You never let me touch you, and now you gave your body willingly to another man. I