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.

you don’t know what I look like?” The man’s gaze

so drunk that night that

man sipped on his wine

a complaint with the manager.” Charlotte added, “Oh, I heard you’re also a transvestite. If they find out about that,

man stiffened and narrowed his

harrumphed. “Are

bag and

onwards, you need to compensate me with half of your

pen in

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

think I’m that desperate? Sleeping with you was an accident. You were the only man I’ve ever slept with!”

she realized what she had just said, her

contract without a word, but his signature was an illegible squiggle at

She bit on his thumb, hard. When

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