A Fiancée For The Billionaire Playboy

Third person's POV…

Adrian stepped down from the bed, a towel hanging low on his hips. His hair was damp and messy from the night, eyes still half-lidded with sleep and last night’s escapade.

He rubbed his jaw, stretching, ready to leave the bedroom for the bathroom.

“Babe…” The woman’s soft, teasing voice stopped him in his tracks. She reached out, grabbing his hand. “Last night… that was fun, you know?”

He glanced down at her, smirking. “Fun, huh?”

Her lips curled into a playful grin. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” She gave his hand a light squeeze, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “I mean… last night was the best night I've ever had. The way you touched me and set every part of my body on fire with your touches, uh,” she closed her eyes and tightened her legs together as she moaned.

“You enjoyed it?" He asked, slowly crouching down.

She didn’t respond immediately. She slowly opened her eyes as she bit her lips. "I didn't just enjoy it…” she said and grabbed his arm with her other hand. "I want more of your touch and the way you ride me, makes me go crazy and wild," 

Adrian chuckled. “Yeah, I know. But the day won’t wait for me”

“Sure it will,” she said, tugging him back slightly. “Just one more minute, maybe one more… round?”

He shook his head, laughing, shaking off the lingering temptation. “Not today, sweetheart. I’ve got responsibilities”

Her eyes narrowed playfully. “Oh, really?” She leaned closer and, with surprising strength, dragged him back to the bed, tugging him down with her laughter ringing in his ears. “I said just one more! Don’t make me beg.”

Adrian fell onto the king-sized bed beside her, grinning despite himself. “Alright, alright… one more. But then I’m gone. I will disappear.”

Her laughter filled the room. “Deal. For now.”

*****************

Adrian stepped out of the shower, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of the night. When he emerged, towel around his waist again, the bed was empty.

She was gone.

She scoffed. “That's all they ever do. They spend the night with me and when I enter the bathroom, they disappear… after I've settled them. They're all after my wealth,”

“Flings. Playthings,” He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his damp hair. 

His phone on the bedside table beeped.

And another beep. Beep. Beep.

“Uhh," Adrian groaned, grabbing his phone.

Notifications were flooding in, dozens of them, each more alarming than the last. He squinted at the first one and froze.

A photo. Him, laughing with the woman from last night. The headline screamed:

“Blackwood Bachelor Caught in Scandal! Mystery Woman Revealed?”

What the hell…? He blinked, opening the next notification: a shaky YouTube clip of her on the bed. It was an up close shot. His head was buried in the crook of her neck as he s*ck*d on her neck as he rode on her. She moaned in pleasure as he pounded into her hard.

Comments erupted: “Is he serious?”

“Blackwood out of control!”

“Billionaire playboy exposed!”

“So she was able film this while I gave her the pleasure of her life," he scoffed. The sound of her moans in the clip made him hard.

Adrian scrolled, stunned but calm. No one ever took pictures of the night spent together, let alone a video. He never lets them.

She must have used that opportunity, while he was lost in desire, to take that video. 

Then the notifications kept coming. Twitter hashtags. Viral reposts. Instagram stories. Every social platform was exploding. 

#BlackwoodScandal

#WhoIsShe

#BillionairePlayboy.

His lips curved into a smirk. Let them panic. He didn't ever care about his escapades with women. They only warmed his bed every night.

He swiped to his emails. From his manager:

"Sir… investors are nervous. Media coverage is unprecedented. Some sponsors are threatening to pull out."

Then a message from his sister, Aria:

"Looks like the Blackwood empire might be mine now."

Adrian blinked and staggered back, gripping the counter. The water still clinging to his hair. 

His sister didn’t joke about power.

He rubbed his eyes. This couldn’t be real…

His phone rang. He looked at the caller ID, it was his mother.

He picked up the call. “Adrian… what is going on? What are these pictures? Videos? All over the internet?”

“Mom…” he started, voice calm, unshaken, like everything was under control.

“Don’t you dare call me Mom!” she snapped. “Be home tonight by eight. That’s all.”

He ran his hand on his hair and muttered under his breath. F*ck.

**********

The clock ticked forward to the family meeting.

"You have just four months to present a fiancée to us. Else… the Blackwood Enterprise will no longer be yours."

“What?” Adrian bolted out of his seat. “You guys can't be serious," Adrian said.

He was facing his parents. Aria was seated next to him. They were in his parents' penthouse.

"You heard your father. Aria's launch is in four months. If you stand alone during that event, you'll lose the Blackwood enterprise” his mother added. 

“Mom,” he screamed as his eyes widened.

"It's been decided” Darren said, his voice dangerously low.

"Why did you both come up with this decision?” He asked.

"It's very obvious why they did it,” Aria snapped. "You're a playboy. You use women like they're trash. You're lucky you're my brother, I would have sued you or published a very bad media content about you" 

“Oh please," he waved his hands. “They're not that special" 

He faced his parents. “Mom, dad. I promise, what happened today would never happen again" 

Darren shook his head. “You only have one option, bring us a girl" 

“But dad, how can I do that?" Adrian asked in frustration. "Am I to go out there and just call any girl my fiancée. All these women, they're all after the same thing”

"That should be your problem, not ours," Darren cut in. "Fall in love with someone and present her to us. You have till the launch, which is four months” he added and stood. He held his wife's hand and led her inside.

"Are you in support of what they're about to do?” he turned and asked Aria.

“You ruined your chances. I warned you when we were kids but you didn't listen. Now you're paying for it. Just find someone that suits you and fall in love with her" she shrugged.

“I don't fall in love with women," he spat.

“Whatever" Aria said and stood. “I'm leaving" 

“You can't leave me too" he sighed in exasperation.

“I've got work to do. My launch is coming up. I can't sit here and babysit you. Go find yourself a girl" she added and left.

Adrian's eyes grew in anger. He stomped towards the table and threw everything on it down to the floor. He stared at the papers and lamp on the floor, his chest rising and falling in anger. He stomped into the sitting room and winced in pain when his hand hit the table.

He ran his other hand through his hair. "I need to do something about this. Let me go out tonight and have some fun. Mom and dad will change their minds later” 

He grabbed his keys from the center table and left the house.

*********

The night air was cool when Adrian stepped out of the private club, the bass from inside still thumping faintly in his ears.

Another pointless night.

Another woman he couldn’t even remember the name of, laughing too loudly at jokes he hadn’t bothered to finish.

He knew exactly what she wanted and that was why he left before sunrise, irritation crawling under his skin instead of satisfaction.

His driver opened the door of the black luxury car, but Adrian waved him off.

“I’ll drive,” he muttered.

He slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away, the city lights blurring past as his thoughts spiraled back to the ultimatum.

A fiancée.

He scoffed. He wasn't willing to be devoted to any woman. They all wanted the same thing.

As he turned onto a quieter street not far from his penthouse, something caught his eye near the sidewalk.

A woman. She had the looks and shape that always attracted him to women.

She stood under a flickering streetlight, one heel in her hand, phone pressed to her ear, her posture rigid with frustration.

Adrian slowed without realizing it.

She didn’t look lost, just furious. He wound down a little.

“Seriously?” she snapped into the phone. “You cancel now? Do you know how hard it was to get that interview?”

There was a pause, then a sharp exhale.

“Forget it.”

She ended the call and stared at her phone like she was considering throwing it into the road.

Adrian parked instinctively, stepping out of the car.

“Car trouble?” he asked casually.

She looked up.

And for the first time that night, Adrian froze.

She wasn’t dressed like the women he usually met. No glittering dress. No calculated smile. Just fitted jeans, a simple blouse, and eyes sharp enough to cut through him in one glance.

“No,” she said flatly. “Life trouble,”

He chuckled.

“You’re standing in the middle of the road,” he pointed out. “That usually ends badly”

She glanced around, then back at him. “So does talking to strange men at five in the morning”

Touché.

Adrian shoved his hands into his pockets. “I’m Adrian,”

“I didn’t ask,”

He was taken aback. That… didn’t happen often. Women were always interested in him. But this one.. she didn't seem to care.

“My heel broke,” she added after a moment, holding it up like evidence. “Taxi ditched me. My editor ditched me. And my phone is on five percent. If this is where you try to be charming, don’t,”

Something about her irritation amused him.

“I wasn’t,” he said. “But I can give you a ride.”

She studied him, her eyes glancing over him. The car. The suit. The confidence.

Recognition flickered in her eyes.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “You’re that Adrian Blackwood.”

He raised a brow. “What can I say?” He shrugged. "I am he”

Her lips pressed together, unimpressed. “The playboy billionaire. Headlines everywhere. Women everywhere”

"That doesn't seem like a good first impression,” he said.

“Obviously" she titled her head to the left. “Men like you always show up when I’m already annoyed”

He felt something twist; interest, sharp and unexpected.

"Your type is rare. You don't seem interested at all” 

"Not the least,” she said, turning away. “Because I don’t trip over egos.”

She limped a step forward, wobbling.

Before she could fall, Adrian caught her arm. For a brief second, their eyes locked. 

She pulled away immediately.

“Don’t,” she warned. “You can't use your charm on me" 

He lifted his hands. “Relax. I’m not trying anything. Just a ride. That's all”

She hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. One ride. Drop me at the junction. And if you say or try anything stupid, I'm going to do the opposite of what women around you do”

Adrian chuckled as he opened the passenger door. “Deal.”

As she got in, he had no idea that the woman sitting beside him, irritated, unimpressed, and utterly uninterested, was about to become his only way out.

And possibly the one woman he should never have met.

Third person's POV…

Adrian glanced over at the lady seating next to him. She was pressing her phone and didn't act like the other women who knew him acted.

“If you keep staring at me like that, we might have an accident” she said, not looking up from her phone.

He chucked and focused on the road ahead. “You've not told me your name" 

“It's not necessary," she countered.

“But you know my name," he pressed on.

She finally looked up from her phone. “I didn't ask you to tell me who you were. You did that so I will swoon over you. Just drive Blackwood" 

“It's Adrian" 

She didn't say anything to that. Adrian was amused. She amused him and surprisingly, that interested him.

“I'll be stopping here"she finally said. She put her phone into her bag and prepared to leave.

“Is it inappropriate if I ask for your number?" He asked and she gave him a knowing look.

Adrian smiled faintly when she shot him that knowing look.