Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Chapter 9

“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.

look like?”

“I was so drunk that night that I didn’t even know what you

on his wine and smiled, saying

manager.” Charlotte added, “Oh, I heard you’re also a transvestite. If they find

stiffened and narrowed his

harrumphed. “Are you

took a pen from her bag

of your daily salary for three months. Sign here, and stamp your thumbprint

the pen

at the scrawny words on the contract and

I’m that desperate? Sleeping with you was an

what she had just said, her face

He signed on the contract without a word, but his signature was an illegible squiggle at the bottom of the

wasn’t enough and pulled his palm to her. She bit on his thumb, hard. When a drop of blood trickled out,

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