Mysterious male escort is a mogul novel Chapter 9

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.

“So you don’t know what I look like?” The man’s gaze was penetrating.

“Duh!” Charlotte replied in exasperation. “I was so drunk that night that I didn’t even know what you looked like.”

The man sipped on his wine and smiled, saying nothing.

“Don’t try to shirk your responsibility. Otherwise, I’ll file a complaint with the manager.” Charlotte added, “Oh, I heard you’re also a transvestite. If they find out about that, you’ll lose your job for sure.”

The man stiffened and narrowed his eyes dangerously. “Transvestite?”

Charlotte harrumphed. “Are you scared?”

“I haven’t started working for tonight yet.”

He pulled her into his embrace and wrapped his arm around her slender waist. Brushing his lips across her cheek, he breathed, “Why don’t you be my first client for today? I’ll give you a 50% discount.”

“Don’t even think about it!” Charlotte struggled out of his embrace and pushed him aside. “Stay away from me. From now on, your job is to work hard and pay your debt!”

“Are you that willing to let me sell my body?” the man inquired, staring deep into her eyes.

“You’re just my cash cow. Why wouldn’t I be willing?” Charlotte whipped her phone out. “Let’s exchange numbers to stay in contact.”

The man took her phone and entered his number. He was about to save his name when Charlotte snatched it away from him, saving his name as “Gigolo In Debt.”

Upon seeing that, his brows snapped together in displeasure.