The Hottie Billionaire Series: Romancing A Banking Magnate (The Billionaire Meets The Damsel In Distress) (6 page)

Pissed off, he carelessly threw his
phone on his bed. The electronic gadget bounced on the soft
mattress and spilled on the floor. The casing and the battery
shattered apart, but he didn’t dare pick them up.

He was fuming as he paced inside his
luxurious room. The thought that Nikolas was having a great time
humping a pussy, and here he was alone in his room, frustrated as
ever as his problem continued to haunt him, made him want to cut
his friend’s bloody dick so he could personally drag him to share
his painful ordeal. If he could just do that.

He called him to ask him if they could
hang out tonight. He was damned pissed off and frustrated the whole
day, and he needed to unwind. He had wasted another day in his
office, interviewing a handful of women who responded to his ad in
the Daily Inquirer. It had been two months since he ran the ad, and
still, he hadn’t found anyone from the hundreds of applicants who
could fill his purpose.

There were actually a lot of decent
women who went to see him. Some of them were models, actresses, and
beauty queens, but his bull-headed junior wouldn’t even flinch a
bit, much to his dismay and frustration.

He had already invested a lot - time,
money and patience, but his quest to find the elusive cure to his
impotence seemed out of nowhere. He felt hopeless. He felt
helpless. He was already very frustrated, and he was on the verge
of giving up.

He didn’t expect that the simple but
crazy stint that he pulled off in the Daily Inquirer would give him
a pounding headache. He had encountered pushy and desperate women
who would run the mile just so he could pick them. It was hard to
dismiss clingy and frantic applicants who would desperately kneel
at his feet, begging to be his wife. The experience was exhausting,
and it was consuming much of his energy.

He was a private businessman, but he
dared face a lot of women and expose his identity in a bid to find
what he was looking for. He had just attracted desperate women who
wanted his name and the luxury that comes with it, yet he hadn’t
got his purpose in the first place.

Well, who wouldn’t wish to be his
wife? He was worth an ass whopping billions of pesos. Not to
mention that aside from having a super fat bank accounts, he also
got the looks to boot. A deadly combo women would go gaga over
with, a woman’s ultimate fantasy. But he wondered at how women
would treat him if they would know of his dirty, little secret.
Would they still worship him like a pagan god if he couldn’t bang
them in the bedroom anymore?

He groaned aloud in exasperation. It
was a painful truth, and a secret that he wanted to lock in his
closet, then, lose the key so that no one could dare open it, and
let the cat out of the bag. He, himself, couldn’t simply accept
that he was suffering from impotence. And how about those women who
were after him because of sex? They surely wouldn’t like it. He was
pretty sure of that.

What would happen to his notorious
reputation among women, courtesy of his long list of exes, that he
was good in bed?

He cringed at the thought. His end was
coming near. He dreaded that, but unless he could find ways to
solve his erectile dilemma, he would surely be a dead meat. Whether
he liked it or not.

Oh, how miserable he felt!

He rubbed his palms on his problematic
face, hoping that by doing so, he could also rub his problem off
him. But it wasn’t as easy as that. He could only wish.

In the midst of his dilemma, he
couldn’t help but think of his friends. Tristan, Kiehl, Nikolas and
Benjamin seemed to have a really great time with their
lives.

Their sex lives were healthy. He was
the only one who was stuck in this kind of nightmarish ordeal, and
to think that he wasn’t the oldest in the group. Nikolas was
actually older than him by a year, yet he was still at the prime of
his life.

He was so unlike him. It was already
months since his life took a drastic turn, and he felt as if he was
crucified on the cross. Having a zero sex life for months was not
something that he aspired for. He wasn’t used to it. He would never
get used to it.

Should he now seek medical help, then?
Should he go and ask one of the hottest doctors in town to help him
treat his diminishing sex drive?

Benjamin told him that he knew of a
very good doctor with impotency as specialization. He wasn’t buying
the idea yet.

Nikolas suggested that he should try
Viagra, or other sex stimulant drugs in the market. Which he
actually did, but it wasn’t effective. Though he got some lousy
erection, he still lacked the drive to fuck a girl, and that was
kinda mind-blowing. He just couldn’t explain why.

So Nikolas concluded that his
impotency problem may be psychological in nature. And he told him
about a rare case which he read somewhere where an impotent patient
was cured by a girl who miraculously turned him on big
time.

Nikolas actually suggested that he
should look for that particular woman, someone whom he would have
lots of hots for, someone who could arouse his sexual drive like no
other. The idea appealed to him. So his friends introduced him to a
lot of hot, beautiful women within their circle. But unfortunately,
it didn’t do the trick.

He, too, did his best to help himself.
He ran an ad in the Daily Inquirer so he could increase his chance
of meeting a lot of hot, lovely women who could awaken his sexual
appetite that was still in a deep slumber. That was his main
purpose. But at the rate that his ad was going right now, he could
excruciatingly say that it wasn’t working as well.

He took a deep breath. Desperation was
really creeping to every fiber of his being, dragging his
confidence and peace of mind down the drain.

So what would he do now with his plans
working not the way he wanted? He was ready to shell out bucks of
money just so he could solve his dreaded dilemma.

Oh well, he was actually spending
money already right now. He paid an expensive one whole page ad in
the leading newspaper in the country. And he would splurge more
once he found the right woman who could fill his purpose. She would
be entitled to a whopping one million pesos upfront payment, and a
hefty monthly allowance, aside from a big chunk of money from the
shares of UNB. She would also be a billionaire in her own
right.

These were just some of the things
that his future wife and baby momma would comfortably enjoy in her
lifetime while being married to him. It was an irresistible offer
that a lot of women might kill for.

And he was not just throwing away
money; he was wasting his precious time, too, by interviewing
countless of women who poured at his doorstep graciously, instead
of attending board meetings and business conferences.

He was doing all of these, even
risking his own wealth, just so he could find a cure to his epic
erectile problem.

But things weren’t looking good for
him, no matter how much he really tried to do his best.

He sighed miserably again.

Was there still hope that he could
drag his ass out of this fucking ordeal?

He didn’t want to lose hope. He
couldn’t afford that. But he really was becoming
desperate.

He really wished that his dreaded
problem would come to an end… sooner. Not fucking later. Because,
damn, he was really already running out of patience.

Chapter 7

Katrina's heart was
pounding hard inside 
her
chest.
Her knees were softening. She felt
as if she might trip to the granite floor that she was walking on
any moment. She was having an anxiety attack, and she couldn't help
it.

Her breathing was restrained due to the
effect of the overwhelming riot of emotions inside her. She was
scared, really scared, that she wanted to turn her back and just
run away, but she knew that she had to do this.

She had plans, and she must do it by
hook or by crook. This was the last option she had on her list. It
was her only hope, her vulnerable lifeline, and she had to cling to
it as hard as she could.

Her legs became numb, and she stopped
walking. With a hand gently pressed on her chest, she took a deep,
long breath.

She was having a cold feet, but she
toughened her resolve. She was already here. No more backing out.
It wasn't even an option.

She thought of her family, and
suddenly, courage brimmed in her heart. She had to do this. This
was her only hope left to help her family get out of their
financial predicament. She had already exhausted all her luck and
means for the last five months, but unfortunately, it wasn't
enough.

Her family's future depended on her,
and she couldn't think of any better idea to raise a bigger amount
of money in a short span of time than wanting to be a wife of a
billionaire extraordinaire. She was running out of time, and she
needed to act fast.

She took a series of deep, long
breaths. She could do this, she convinced herself. She only had to
put up a brave front. After all, she was really desperate. She
wouldn’t be putting her all in the line - her last ounce of money,
dignity and future, if she still had other remaining
choices.

They only had a month left to fully
settle their debt with the bank. The six-month allowance was fast
approaching, and they still had around three million pesos as
balance.

Three million pesos! She didn’t know
where the heck she would get that huge amount. She had already sold
their cars, jewelries and other expensive items, had withdrawn the
last dime of their savings from their bank accounts, and she had
already borrowed money from all of her contacts, which she actually
didn’t know how to pay at this point. Well, her only consolation
was that, she could bid her time in paying for her family’s
personal debt, but not the big loan from the bank.

She murmured a prayer as she composed
herself. She knew that she was a strong woman, a fighter in
particular, but she needed all kinds of strength right now to back
her up.

She was already sporting a calm and
composed demeanor when she started pacing. This was it! She was now
ready to face this new challenge in her life. For her
family.

She would do everything for the sake
of her family. She wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice for them. They
were her life.

She swallowed the lump in her throat
when her eyes caught the figure of the receptionist who was in her
designated post. She was clad in a tidy executive suit that
reminded her that it’s business as usual.

She stopped for a moment just to
breathe some air. Then, she approached the receptionist with a
pleasant smile on her face. “Good morning, Miss!” Her voice was
polite and crisp when she spoke. It didn’t reflect a bit of
nervousness that she was nursing inside her. Well and
good.

“
Good morning, Ma’am. How
may I help you?” The woman smiled graciously at her.

She cleared her throat as muscles in
her stomach tightened in tension. “Uhmmm… I’m here to see Mr.
Xavier Yuchengco,” she managed to pull the right words from her
mouth.

“
Do you have an
appointment?” she retorted back in a polite manner.

“
No, but… yes,” she
couldn’t help but stammer. And she groaned secretly at what she
did. Confidence, girl. C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-CE. She reminded
herself.

She instantly redeemed her poise,
pushed her chest out, and sported an assured smile. “Oh, I don’t
have an appointment, but I was told that I can go to his office
anytime to see him. You know, this is an important matter.” She was
really trying hard to remain calm and composed even if her knees
were silently shaking.

“
I’m sorry, Ma’am, but you
have to have an appointment before we can entertain you. Mr.
Yuchengco is busy with very important matters.”

That was a red flag that she needed to
overcome. She knew that.

If she was a bit hesitant a moment
ago, she was more persistent now to attain her goal – and that was
to talk to Xavier Yuchengco. She had spent her precious money to
fly all the way to Metro Manila just to see him. She wouldn’t go
without talking to the man. He was her lifeline.

She widened her smile even more,
unfazed by the obstacle that the receptionist waged against her.
“Oh, by the way, I’m an attorney,” she lied just to intimidate the
woman. She was still a law student, but she had to do something
drastic just to pursue the reason why she was here in the first
place. “Atty. Katrina de Leon,” she continued. And I’m here for a
very important, legal matter. I want to talk to Mr. Yuchengco. We
have something to discuss about.” She raised her face as if she
really meant serious, legal business. “You know, just tell your
boss about me, and we won’t have any problem at all. He’s expecting
me today.” She was really thankful that she didn’t falter, that she
delivered her lines as smooth as she could. She would punch herself
in the face if she hadn’t. She wouldn’t disappoint her
family.

“
May I have your name
again?” the woman reluctantly asked, but it seemed as if her trick
worked on her.