Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss! by Nora Hoover

Chapter 9 Work Harder, Toy Boy!

"How much do you think I can earn each night?" Leaning back on the sofa, Micah swirled his wine glass and leisurely looked at her. "What if I get no luck?" "Given how you look, I don't think that's gonna happen."

Sadie scrutinized him from head to toe and her gaze somehow fell between his legs.

"I heard that even an average's gonna earn seven or eight hundred bucks each time, and about 2 grand for a whole night. As for you, I would say at least 2 grands each night, right?"

"So, you're suggesting I give you one grand every night?" A deeper smirk curled up at the corner of Micah's lips. "You're easily satisfied."

"I didn't say that!" Sadie snapped back. "I mean... you owe me a minimum of 5,000 dollars every night. To make up for your past mistakes, you need to work harder and bring in more money for me. Got it?" "Money is not a problem." Micah seemed quite generous. He then asked in confusion, "But how did you recognize me just now?"

"I saw your tattoo. The wolf's head." Sadie was afraid that he would deny it.

looked deeply into her eyes. "So, you didn't actually know what

what you look like?" Sadie said irritably, "That night I was drunk and couldn't see your face at

his wine,

think about dishonoring the agreement, or I'll complain to the nightclub manager." Sadie quickly warned, "And I heard that you're transexual. If that's discovered, you won't be able to work here anymore." Micah froze, his eyes narrowing with

pen and paper from her bag

income within the next five months as compensation for what happened in

at her scribble on the contract. "You

you think I enjoy sleeping with escorts? It was an accident back then!

name was. Feeling that a signature wasn't enough, Sadie grabbed his

as the contract was signed, feeling triumphant. "It's a deal now, no backing out. Why don't we start right now? Where's the money you earned today?" "It's not my lucky day. No money

grabbed the contract