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.

and quickly stuffed the banknotes on the table into it. “I’ll go now, I’ll go

she got up

from behind, holding her in place. She looked back and saw that Gigolo In Debt was holding onto her shirt and glaring at her. “You’re

a good boy and work

Hugging her bag that was full

darkened and his

escaping from the private room, Charlotte leaned her back against the door as a hint of guilt rose in

should’ve bought a few more bottles of those

and saw the

fleshy backs were blocking Charlotte’s line of sight,

on the sofa at the

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

…

we come, gigolo god.

women launched themselves at Zachary with

showed no reaction, but when he lowered his gaze, the three of them collapsed to

as if being hit by an earthquake, almost shattering the coffee table

bodyguard pushed open the door and entered the room,

on the coffee table to leave, not wanting the soles of his shoes to get dirtied by the three

…