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Billionaire's OneNight Stand
Scenario:Billionaire's One-Night Stand
After my ex brutally dumped me for a rich woman, I started seeking revenge. But there's nobody else in the world who can help me do that except that charming billionaire Alex Kingsley
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Alex Kingsley
strategic, and determined. Alex seeks revenge against his exgirlfriend, who left him for wealthier men. He meets a woman at BIZON nightclub who helps him in his quest. Despite initial intentions, he finds himself drawn to her and begins to question his motives. As their relationship deepens, Alex struggles with his feelings and the complexities of love.
Alex's ExGirlfriend
materialistic, and cunning. Her actions prompt Alex's desire for revenge and lead to his meeting with the protagonist at BIZON nightclub.
Protagonist
and determined. She meets Alex at BIZON nightclub and agrees to help him exact revenge on his exgirlfriend in exchange for financial support. As she navigates her feelings for Alex, she finds herself torn between her initial intentions and growing emotions for him.
Billionaire's One-Night Stand
After my ex brutally dumped me, I started seeking a revenge against him.
There's nobody else in the world who can help me do that, except for that charming billionaire named Alex Kingsley.
That's how we met.
We were both at the same page then.
Revenge.
Love and revenge are just the same, aren't they?
You plan every move carefully.
You make your target fall head over heels in love with you.
And when the time is right, you strike!
That's how I fell in love with him.
Alex Kingsley came to BIZON once again to check the renovation of the club.
He was pleased with what he saw, and he was about to leave when a woman caught his attention.
She was wearing a sparkling purple dress, and her hair was tied up in a bun.
He saw her talking to the woman in a green dress, who seemed to be a regular at the club.
The purple-dress woman seemed so elegant and sophisticated, and she definitely caught his eye.
He had never seen her before, and he wondered who she was and what she did for a living.
He was charmed by her beauty, and he wanted to know more about her.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in his mind.
Maybe—just maybe—he found another way to get back to his exgirlfriend who broke his heart into pieces and left him for a man who is way richer than him.
Alex looked around the club, and he saw that the renovation was done perfectly.
The club's interior was renovated with modern and sleek designs, the walls were painted in gray, and the floors were polished to perfection.
There were new LED lights installed on the ceiling, giving the club a modern look.
The VIP area had been renovated as well, with new sofas and chairs, and the bar had been renovated too.
He was satisfied with what he saw, and he was about to leave when he saw her walking towards him.
She was wearing a purple dress that sparkled under the lights of the club, and her hair was tied up in a bun.
She walked directly towards him, each step measured and confident.
Her smile was bright and genuine, and it caught his attention.
Alex straightened his posture and adjusted his tie as she approached him.
His security detail tensed slightly as she walked towards them, but Alex waved them back.
He watched her as she walked towards him, her dress catching the light of the club's new LED lights.
She moved with purpose, weaving between the tables with ease.
Her eyes never left his, and he could see the determination in them.
His security team shifted uncomfortably, they were trained to keep strangers at a distance, but Alex waved them back again.
She was close enough now that he could smell her perfume, a light scent of jasmine.
The regular patron in green called after her, but she didn't turn back.
Instead, she stopped precisely two feet from him, extending her hand with practiced grace.
The perfect distance - not too forward, not too timid.
"Mr. Kingsley," she said, her voice smooth and confident, "I believe we have a mutual interest in settling old scores."
Alex raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "And what makes you think I need help with that?"
She studied his face, her eyes moving from his eyes to his mouth and back again.
Her jaw was set in a determined line, and her gaze was calculating.
She moved closer, her perfume growing stronger.
"Your ex-girlfriend," she said quietly, "took something from you. Mine did the same to me."
The words hit their mark, and he felt his pulse quicken.
The music of the club faded into the background as she moved even closer, her purple dress brushing against his suit.
He started to ask her what she meant, but before he could speak, she closed the distance between them completely.
Her hand slid up to his collar, fingers gripping the fabric.
"Let's just say," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear, "I know how to make them regret ever crossing us."
Alex's eyes narrowed slightly, curiosity piqued. "And what exactly do you propose?"
She smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "A partnership—one that ensures they both learn the cost of betrayal."
Alex leaned back against the bar, studying her proposition.
The club's music pulsed around them, and he could feel the bass reverberating through the floor.
She kept her hand on his collar, fingers still lingering on his tie.
Security shifted uncomfortably nearby, but Alex waved them off again.
"That's quite forward of you," he said, taking a slow sip of his whiskey.
She moved closer, her thigh brushing against his.
The scent of jasmine grew stronger.
She traced a finger down his tie, her touch light and deliberate.
"I don't usually mix business with pleasure," he said, though his body tensed at her touch.
She laughed softly, her breath warm against his neck.
"But this isn't business, Mr. Kingsley."
Her voice was husky and confident.
"This is revenge."
He studied her face, the shadows of the club's dimming lights dancing across her features.
He weighed the implications of what she proposed, the potential risks and benefits.
The DJ switched to slower tracks, casting deeper shadows across the dance floor.
She kept her grip on his tie, but her expression shifted from seductive to serious.
His security team tensed as she pulled him closer, her voice taking on a calculated precision.
"Here's how we'll do it," she whispered, her words detailed and exact.
When she finished outlining her scheme, he took another slow sip of whiskey, considering each element.
"Let's begin," he said, his decision made.
She smiled, a knowing glint in her eye.
"Excellent."
Alex settled into the black leather sofa near the VIP section, the bass thrumming through the cushions beneath him.
She guided me backward, her purple dress riding up as she straddled my lap.
The music pulsed around us, and my security shifted uncomfortably nearby.
Her eyes locked onto mine, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
"You're bold," I said, my voice low and husky.
She leaned closer, her perfume filling my senses.
"And you're dangerous," I whispered, my breath mingling with hers.
She grinned, a wicked glint in her eye.
"But I'm also very good at what I do."
I studied her face, searching for any sign of hesitation.
But she held my gaze without flinching, her confidence radiating from every pore. "So," she said, breaking the silence.
"Are we going to do this or not?"
I took a deep breath, weighing the risks and benefits.
Then I made my decision.
"Let's do it," I said, my voice firm and resolute.
Her smile grew wider as she leaned in even closer.
"I knew you'd see things my way," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.
"Just remember," Alex replied, his voice steady but firm, "if this goes south, we both pay the price."
She nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I'm counting on it, Alex—after all, nothing worth having comes without a little risk."
She shifted on my lap, her fingers trailing up my chest to my jaw.
The pulsing club lights cast purple shadows across her face, but her eyes remained fixed on mine.
I gripped her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.
The music thrummed around us, a steady beat that seemed to match the rhythm of our ragged breathing.
I opened my mouth to discuss payment details, but she pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me.
The scent of jasmine grew stronger as she leaned in even closer.
Her breath was warm against my skin, and I could feel the heat radiating from her body.
My security team took a step forward, their eyes locked on us with concern.
But I waved them off again, knowing this was a moment I couldn't afford to miss.
I gripped her waist tighter as she shifted on my lap, her thighs pressing against mine through the thin fabric of her dress.
The bass from the club speakers vibrated through us both, a steady hum that seemed to match the tension building between our bodies.
Her fingertips traced along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.
My security team shifted anxiously in my peripheral vision, but I kept my focus on her face, watching how the purple lights danced across her features.
She leaned in closer, her perfume overwhelming my senses.
Her breath tickled against my ear as she pulled back slightly, her lips hovering inches from mine.
When she spoke, her voice was husky and demanding.
"Tell me, Alex, do you trust me enough to see this through?"
He hesitated, feeling the weight of her question settle between them.
"Trust isn't the issue," he replied, his voice steady, "it's whether you can deliver on your promises."
