Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

“A hundred thousand? Look at your cheap clothes. How could you afford to spend so much money?” One of the rich women questioned.

Having her dignity get trampled on, Charlotte almost blew her cover, but she recovered quickly and kept up the act.

“I’ve been saving up for this for a long time. Just to have a passionate night with this gigolo god, I took out my entire annual salary!”

“Your annual salary is only one hundred thousand?” The women laughed mockingly. “You can barely scrap by in life, yet you came here and hired a gigolo. Aren’t you embarrassed?”

“Why should I be? He’s mine for tonight anyway.” Charlotte caressed Zachary’s chiseled pecs, purposely provoking them. “Look at this perfect body. One hundred thousand? Hah! I’d even spend one million if I had to!”

The three woman scanned Zachary’s body from head to toe, practically salivating at the thought of what lay beneath his clothes.

Zachary stared at Charlotte as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.

Charlotte didn’t dare to meet his gaze. In fact, she was flustered on the inside, but for the sake of money, she went all out.

“Fine. One million it is.” One of the women filled out a cheque and threw it at Charlotte. “You can get lost now!”

“It’s ten times the amount you spent.” Another woman sneered. “For someone who lives at the bottom of society, I doubt you can make a million even if you were given a lifetime. Well, looks like you hit the jackpot today, so get lost.”

“That’s right. Take the money on the table too. Then hurry up and get lost!”

The three women urged her, wanting so badly for Charlotte to leave that very second so that they could get on with their night.

bag and

got up and was about to

her in place. She looked back and saw

good boy

off her shirt. Hugging her bag that was full of money to her chest, she scurried

gradually darkened and his

Charlotte leaned her back against the door as a hint of guilt rose in her heart. Those three rich women probably weigh about seven hundred pounds in

bought a few more bottles of those supplements for

and saw the three women approaching Gigolo

Charlotte’s line of sight, so she couldn’t

be quaking on the sofa at the moment, begging in a fearful voice,

softly, then closed the door and ignored her guilty conscience, quickening

…

we come, gigolo god.

three women launched themselves at Zachary with excitement coursing through their

no reaction, but when he lowered his gaze, the three of

being hit by an earthquake, almost

entered the

this up.” Zachary stepped on the coffee table to leave, not wanting the soles of his

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