THE TYCOON IS QUADRILLIONAIRE HEIR

Chapter 4

Gina has been watching Ethan and Roseanne since they stepped foot into the pub.

Dana has earlier informed her about the divorce, and she was happy that the scumbag was no longer leeching off her friend.

"Will you speak up? I'm trying to think of a way to finalize my business co-operation with Secret company before the news of my divorce spreads out, and I'm really not in the mood for any gossip," Dana growled.

"Where are you, Dana? This is not gossip. You won't believe what just happened!" She said and started to explain everything to her over the phone.

"Haha. I'm sure Ethan is not the one you're talking about," Dana refused to agree to it.

"Didn't you inform me earlier that he left with that pretentious human, Roseanne?" Gina asked, trying to make Dana believe her.

"Yeah... Yeah... I know I said that, but Ethan is just a scumbag that lives off me; there's no way anyone could fear him. The respect he had was because of me and now that we are no longer together, he's absolutely nothing." 

As she spoke, her eyes were on Roseanne and Ethan.

"If you say so but trust me, you just had to be here to see for yourself." 

Meanwhile, Roseanne swayed to her right and supported herself with a table, catching Ethan's attention. Her guts couldn't stop screaming that his reputation is more complex and greater than she thought.

"Be careful," Ethan said, shifting his gaze away from James and his brother.

"I'll try, but I can barely walk on my own," she said, causing Ethan to hold her hand, trying to get her to be stable.

"Please, can you take me to my hotel? I don't think I can spend another second here," she informed.

Ethan nodded and held her hand, taking her out of the pub.

Ethan and Roseanne got to the hotel, and as they climbed out of the elevator and walked towards her room door, Roseanne paused.

"What's the matter? Do you need me to carry you?" Ethan asked, and she nodded.

Without hesitation, he picked her up from the floor and carried her towards her hotel room. Roseanne couldn't stop grinning. 

"I think I drank too much at the pub. It's affecting me now, and I might get a bad hangover by morning," she complained, taking her hand up to her head.

"Don't worry. I'm sure this hotel would have drugs for hangovers," Ethan assured.

"Most of those kinds of drugs don't work," she said, thinking of a way to make Ethan stay with her.

"There's this tea that I've heard of. It's mostly made for people with hangovers in the morning when they wake up," she informed, hoping that he would be a gentleman and offer to stay.

"Yeah, I know it," Ethan muttered.

"Ethan..." Roseanne called, seeing that he spaced out as a result of the amount of alcohol he had taken at the pub.

"Hmmm" He answered.

"We are at my room door," She informed causing Ethan to look up at the number on the door before asking, "The keys," 

Roseanne fumbled for them in her bag before handing it to him,

He opened the door and took her hand but she didn't move, rather she placed her other hand on his shoulder and quickly placed her lips on his.

Ethan hesitated to kiss back but it was only for a second. They kissed passionately, moving into the room, not caring whether the door was properly locked or not.

Ethan immediately lost his sense of rationality and his hand fell on the zip at the back of her dress.

Roseanne was high on the alcohol and was enjoying every bit of the kiss. Back at the pub when Ethan abruptly informed her of his inability to help her, she thought that he was only being rigid and stubborn because he wanted something in return and that something would probably be her body.

She concluded that if giving him what he wanted, her body, meant not having to marry Ferdinand for his wealth, then it was worth it.

She placed her on his belt, helping him take if off before unzipping his trousers, she locked eyes with him and slowly went on her knees.

Ring. Ring.

The buzzing sound of Ethan's phone immediately distracted them, hoping that Ethan would ignore the call but unfortunately, Ethan took his phone and found that the call was from Dana.

Ethan took a step back and zipped his trousers, swallowing hard before answering the call.

"Hel...."

"You scumbag! You promised not to tell people that you were my husband didn't you? Why then did you use my name to ward off the Mafia that was about to deal with you?" Dana roared over the phone causing Ethan to arch his brows, confused.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"You think I don't know what you did there? You must have used my name to make him afraid of you because there's no way anyone in their right mind would respect a scumbag like you!" She hissed. Ethan shook his head in disbelief.

"You're quiet? You're wondering how I know, aren't you? There's no way you have the power to make a Mafia go on his knees; I'm sure the call was just an act. If the Mafia knows that we are divorced, I'm certain he'll come looking for your head," she grimaced.

"There's nothing to be feared in your name, Dana; you call me a scumbag, but yet you fail to remember that you were married to this scumbag. Don't disturb my quality time with your call again," he said coldly before ending the call.

Unfortunately, the burning desire to get in bed with Roseanna had subsided.

She tried to kiss Ethan again, picking up from where they left off, but Ethan was no longer in the mood. He stopped her, saying, "You're drunk, Roseanne. Your eyes are tired, and you should rest."

Roseanna's face immediately turned red of embarrassment, "I'm good. You shouldn't worry about me" she muttered,

"No, you're tired. You should rest," Ethan repeated, his hot breath touching her neckline, sending shivers down her spine.

Roseanne seemingly nodded, letting Ethan zip her dress up before shoving his phone into his pocket.

"I'll be on my way now," he informed, feeling embarrassed and disappointed that he had let the alcohol take control of his mind.

"And I'll inform one of the workers to bring the hangover meditations for you," he added before walking out of the room.

Roseanne's face soon turned red, her heart raced as she thought of what happened some minutes ago.