Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“How much do you think I can earn in one night?” The man twirled his glass lightly and shot her an amused glance. “What if no one requests for me?”

“You’re quite good-looking. If you’re willing to work hard, you might end up as Sultry Night’s top male escort.”

Charlotte scanned his figure carefully before her gaze landed on his groin.

“I 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?”

“So, I just need to give you five thousand every night?” The man’s smirk deepened. “You’re easily satisfied, huh?”

“Of course not!” Charlotte retorted hurriedly. “I 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?”

“Money isn’t a problem,” said the man carelessly. Curious, he inquired, “But how did you recognize me?”

“Through the wolf head tattoo on your waist. I won’t get it wrong!” Charlotte was afraid he might deny it.

I look like?”

drunk that night that

on his

the manager.” Charlotte added, “Oh, I heard you’re also a transvestite. If they find out about that, you’ll lose your job

man stiffened and narrowed his

harrumphed. “Are

took a pen from her bag and wrote

today onwards, you need to compensate me with half of your daily salary for three months.

pen in his

gigolo you got?” The man gazed at the scrawny words on the contract and raised a brow. “Don’t tell me you have

was an accident. You were the

had just

without a

to her. She bit on his thumb, hard. When a drop of blood trickled out, she stamped his finger on