chapter 9
Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort
âHow much do you think I can earn in one night?â The man twirled his glass lightly and shot her an amused glance. âWhat if no one requests for me?â
âYouâre quite good-looking. If youâre willing to work hard, you might end up as Sultry Nightâs top male escort.â
Charlotte scanned his figure carefully before her gaze landed on his groin.
âI hear normal escorts get paid four to five thousand for each round of service, and eight to ten thousand for overnight service. You can earn at least ten thousand per night, right?â
âSo, I just need to give you five thousand every night?â The manâs smirk deepened. âYouâre easily satisfied, huh?â
âOf course not!â Charlotte retorted hurriedly. âI mean, at least five thousand! At least five thousand every night! To make up for that mistake you did that night, you need to work hard to compensate me, got it?â
âMoney isnât a problem,â said the man carelessly. Curious, he inquired, âBut how did you recognize me?â
âThrough the wolf head tattoo on your waist. I wonât get it wrong!â Charlotte was afraid he might deny it.
âSo you donât know what I look like?â The manâs gaze was penetrating.
âDuh!â Charlotte replied in exasperation. âI was so drunk that night that I didnât even know what you looked like.â
The man sipped on his wine and smiled, saying nothing.
âDonât try to shirk your responsibility. Otherwise, Iâll file a complaint with the manager.â Charlotte added, âOh, I heard youâre also a transvestite. If they find out about that, youâll lose your job for sure.â
The man stiffened and narrowed his eyes dangerously. âTransvestite?â
Charlotte harrumphed. âAre you scared?â
She took a pen from her bag and wrote out a simple contract.
âHere, Iâve made it all clear. From today onwards, you need to compensate me with half of your daily salary for three months. Sign here, and stamp your thumbprint here. Itâs a done deal!â
She stuffed the pen in his hand.
âAm I the only gigolo you got?â The man gazed at the scrawny words on the contract and raised a brow.
âDonât tell me you have a stack of these contracts at home?â
âAre you crazy? Do you think Iâm that desperate? Sleeping with you was an accident. You were the only man Iâve ever slept with!â Charlotte blurted out angrily.
When she realized what she had just said, her face flushed in embarrassment.
The corners of the manâs lips lifted in a smirk. He signed on the contract without a word, but his signature was an illegible squiggle at the bottom of the page.
Charlotte thought that wasnât enough and pulled his palm to her. She bit on his thumb, hard. When a drop of blood trickled out, she stamped his finger on the contract immediately.
âHa!â Now, the contract was valid and Charlotte was chuffed. âThereâs no going back on your words now.
Alright, give me your salary for today!â
âI havenât started working for tonight yet.â
He pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. Brushing his lips across her cheek, he breathed, âWhy donât you be my first client for today? Iâll give you a 50% discount.â
âDonât even think about it!â Charlotte struggled out of his embrace and pushed him aside. âStay away from me. From now on, your job is to work hard and pay your debt!â
âAre you that willing to let me sell my body?â the man inquired, staring deep into her eyes.
âYouâre just my cash cow. Why wouldnât I be willing?â Charlotte whipped her phone out. âLetâs exchange numbers to stay in contact.â
The man took her phone and entered his number. He was about to save his name when Charlotte snatched it away from him, saving his name as âGigolo In Debt.â
Upon seeing that, his brows snapped together in displeasure.