chapter 8
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
The man placed his hand on her head, keeping her at a distance away. She couldnât reach him even if she waved her hands wildly.
He stared at her coolly like she was nothing but a clown. âGet the facts right. You were the one who requested my service. It was consensual. You make it seem like I had raped you.â
Charlotte bristled. âYouâre an unprofessional gigolo! You didnât even put on a condom when you served your client. F*ck you! You deserve to be castrated!â
âMm?â The manâs gaze turned dangerous. âDid you get pregnant?â
Charlotte stiffened at his question. Her babies flashed across her mind. Yes, I got pregnant and gave birth to triplets! But you scum! Youâve never been a responsible father!
âAnswer me!â he demanded.
âYes, I got pregnant!â Charlotte blurted out. She immediately changed her mind and corrected herself, âBut I aborted it later. I wonât give birth to a shameless gigoloâs child!â
If someone else finds out the kidsâ father is a male escort at a club, theyâll be ridiculed at their kindergarten!
No, I must keep it a secret. No one is to find out about this!
âGood!â The man nodded in satisfaction. He reached into his pocket to retrieve something.
âThe cheek of you! I canât believe youâre still working here as a gigolo. How many innocent ladies are you going to harm? Iâll file a complaint with your manager now!â Charlotte stomped away furiously.
The manâs hand holding the check froze. Furrowing his brows, he left the check in his pocket.
At the door, Charlotte received a call from Wesley. âCharlotte, if you donât show up, the rest are going to leave. Donât bother showing up for work at Divine Corporation tomorrow.â
âGo to hell!â
Charlotte hung up, her body shaking in rage. Why are there scums everywhere? They are both disgusting scoundrels!
Wait a minute.
Suddenly, something occurred to her. That gigolo ruined my life. I canât give up just like that.
I canât let him live luxuriously when my kids and I are suffering!
At that thought, Charlotteâs jaw hardened. She barged into the private room again and demanded, âStupid gigolo, you ruined my life. You must bear the responsibility!â
The man was sipping on his wine when she made that announcement. Looking up icily, he replied, âOh?
How do you propose I do that?â
âBy compensating me!â Charlotte declared sternly. âIf it werenât for you, I wouldnât have been this miserable!â
If it werenât for him, I wouldâve met Father for the last time before he died.
If it werenât for him, my reputation wouldnât have suffered such an irreversible damage.
If it werenât for him, I wouldnât have become a single mother.
But my kids are still adorable to me!
Wait, Iâm demanding money from him now. Be stern and forceful!
âHow much do you want?â
The man lounged on the sofa arrogantly as he buttoned his shirt up. His sexy abs were gleaming alluringly in the dimly lit room.
Charlotte was momentarily dazed by his abs. She swiftly regained her composure and cleared her throat, then held up three fingers.
âThree hundred million?â
âHa! If you can pay me three hundred million, Iâd wake up smiling in my dreams!â Charlotte scoffed.
She continued, âYouâre just a gigolo. Why are you so cocky? Listen, I demand three months of your salary. From today onwards, give me half of your nightly earnings!â
After all, I canât even afford to buy formula milk for the kids now.
Luckily, I bumped into this gigolo when I have nowhere to turn to!
I need to fleece him to make him pay for what he had done to me.
Also, he needs to bear some responsibility as the kidsâ father.
Three months will be enough to get me through this hurdle. After my probation period, my salary will increase to ten thousand. We will be able to survive then.
By then, we will go our separate ways.