A Virgin for A Cold Billionaire

Alexander Arlan Ainsley POV

I stared at the red-haired bitch for five seconds, then looked away. There was no way that bitch could have come to the nightclub, let alone the private room where my three friends and I were. There must have been a traitor who told the bitch where we were!

Me: "Okay. Thank you, Louis."

Louis Movena: "Yes, Boss."

Me: "Tell Dominic to pick me up at the front lobby in ten minutes."

Louis Movena: "Noted, Boss."

I ended the phone call and returned the object to its original place. I deliberately ignored the bastard woman and thought back to the server that had been called, and the young man dared to approach.

"May I assist you, sir?" asked the waiter, wearing Robert's name tag.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Bring me a bottle of Vodka. Ciroc one," I replied without hesitation.

"Yes, sir. Please wait a moment." Robert quickly walked away from me, and I acted as if I had never seen the bitch.

Should I have to kill this useless woman? If that girl were Arletta, who showed up, then I would definitely welcome her. Damn! She was really disturbing my peace! "Alex. I am here."

I did not want to look at her at all. Why did I have to give a chance to a woman who pursues a man for money under the guise of love? Wouldn't it be better for her to sell herself instead of having to deceive all men with her foul words? How disgusting!

"I want to talk with you."

I heard that useless woman's voice again. There was nothing to talk about anymore because it was all over. That whore still had guts. Should I go from here now or order Louis to eliminate her later? If that bitch had an audacity still bothering me, I would do anything to make her stay away!

"Alex, please let me ex-"

"Shut up!" I deliberately cut her off in a rather loud voice, not wanting to hear all her nonsense.

I turned my gaze to the three friends busy drinking with the girls beside them so that none of them looked at my table. I was sure that one of them must be the culprit, and I would not forgive that despicable act!

A waiter named Robert, who had left, came back. Thank God! I wanted to sip my alcohol in peace, but if that damn woman made another sound, then I could do anything to kill her!

Robert brought the drinks I ordered and an empty glass for filled with my alcohol. "This is your drink, sir," he said politely.

"Thanks," I told him briefly.

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I watched Robert so as not to look at the uninvited woman. Why was she still standing near me? Should I kick her out of the private room if she has not left yet? Who was the loser who dared to bring that bitch here? I had to find out. "Alex. You can't keep avoiding me."

I could hear the desperation in the tone of the despicable bitch's voice. Who did she think she was? If she still acted annoying even more than that, I could not handle my anger anymore. I refrained from doing anything unless that damn woman started it first.

Robert had served the alcoholic drinks I had ordered on the table, and as soon as possible, the waiter went to where I stood. I glanced back at the three friends, who seemed to be engrossed in their conversation, not wanting to invite me at all. I swear revenge on Francois, Brandon, and Dylan if later I found out that they ever proven that they conspired to set me up with that bitch! I felt another touch on my shoulder and poured Vodka into her face until that glass was empty. That wretched woman screamed, but I did not care. Whoever dared to touch my body without permission, especially if that person was not Arletta, then she must be prepared for the heavy consequences. "Never you dare to touch me, bitch." I looked at her shocked face, having gotten a surprise attack from me.

"Calm down, Alex." I heard Dylan's voice, but I just grinned.

"I know that one of you invited this prostitute. What do you want?" I asked without looking directly at Dylan. He was silent, and I did not hear any rebuttal from them.

I stood up from the sofa and then looked at the faces of my three friends one by one. "If you think that inviting this bitch over is the right thing to do, then I am very disappointed in you."

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None of my three friends dared to contradict me. The women accompanying Brandon, Dylan, and Francois simultaneously looked down and looked scared. I turned to the red-haired woman with a cold expression.

"If you dare to appear before me again, then I will make your body lie on the ground."

Her face paled, but she could not defend herself. I quickly walked toward the door, holding back my anger. When I was in the door area, someone opened the door, so I promptly exited the private room.

I did not want to get close to that despicable whore, because she was not a woman worthy of my company. What was Arletta doing? Had she gone to bed, or was she at a party? I kept walking until I reached the exit of the nightclub. I saw two burly men bowing to me.

"Thank you for visiting, Mr. Ainsley," said one of the men guarding the door.

"You are welcome," I replied to them.

The two bodyguards opened the door, and I got out of there quickly, walked three steps to the right side, and waited there. I could not wait to get in the car so I could check the report Louis had sent. Hopefully, the news I was about to read was great news.

Not long after, my favorite car appeared and stopped near me. A man in the valley opened the car door, and I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out a piece of money. When I got into the car, I gave that money to him. "Thank you, Mr. Ainsley. Have a nice night."

I just nodded, and the door was closed by the same man. Dominic drove the car and left the nightclub. I searched for my phone, and when I got it, I could see the incoming messages from the message notification that appeared there. I opened Louis' reports one by one, and there was something that made me wide-eyed because I did not expect to find this. "What? Arletta turns out to be-"

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