Chapter 5 A Generous Discount
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What a scoundrel!
Emily was seriously trying to settle accounts with him, yet he had the nerve to speak so shamelessly.
But she was desperate right now. She couldn't afford to burn bridges, even if she wanted to maintain her stance. Swallowing her anger, she pressed on, "So you remember. Great. I'm here to talk compensation. How are you going to make this right?"
The man suddenly stood up, looking at her with a smirk in his eyes. "What happened back then was consensual. Now you want to settle accounts... Are you expecting me to marry you? Miss, you're not that old-fashioned, are you?"
Emily found herself pressed against his chest, her heart racing uncontrollably.
Damn it!
This guy was good. No wonder he could get rich women to spend a fortune on him and even buy him a Maybach!
Pushing away those absurd thoughts, Emily reminded herself she was here to get compensated, not to get distracted.
She shoved him away, her face turning cold.
"Marry me? You're joking. I respect your profession, but since you're in this career, you should have some professional ethics."
He raised an eyebrow. "Professional ethics?"
Emily tried to reason with him, "Yes, because you didn't follow professional ethics and didn't use protection, I ended up pregnant..."
Before she could finish, her wrist was grabbed.
His gaze was intense and dangerous. "Are you saying we have a child?"
His intense reaction caught her off guard. She hadn't expected a gigolo to care so much about having a child.
Emily deliberately scoffed, "There was a child, but I was in debt, working multiple jobs, and had a miscarriage from the stress."
She had planned this from the start. Even though she needed to get compensation from a gigolo for her three kids, she wasn't about to let this body-selling man meet her children. That would only add another layer of shame to her already painful past.
Meeting his intimidating gaze, Emily calmly continued, "You can imagine the suffering I went through after the miscarriage. As the responsible party, you owe me for the hospital bills, surgery fees, lost wages, nutritional expenses, emotional damages..."
Emily counted on her fingers, listing the costs until she saw his face darken further and decided to stop.
Before she could finish, an empty check was pushed in front of her.
He picked up a pen, elegantly removed the cap, and started writing. However, he stopped after writing the number 10,000.
Emily took the check and cleared her throat. "Ten thousand? That's not enough."
She had already calculated that since he could afford a luxury car, he must be quite popular among gigolos. She wouldn't extort him, but she wouldn't accept a paltry sum either.
After all, he was partly responsible for her unexpected pregnancy.
The man paused, realizing he intended to write more zeros but ran out of ink.
With a dismissive laugh, he sat back on the sofa, casually buttoning his shirt. "How much do you want?"
His toned chest and abs gleamed enticingly in the dim light.
Emily's mind momentarily wandered at the sight, but she quickly regained her composure, clearing her throat again. Then, she raised three fingers.
"Three hundred million?" He raised an eyebrow.
Emily smiled awkwardly, "I'm not that irrational."
"Listen, I want three months of your earnings. Starting from today, whatever you make each night, I'll have half of it. After that, we'll call it even, and I won't bother you again."
Three months would give her enough time to get through her probation period at the company and settle down in the city.
After that, she wouldn't need to deal with this guy anymore.
He leaned back on the sofa, swirling his wine glass while looking calmly at Emily. "How much do you believe I can make in a night?"
"Judging by your looks, if you try hard enough..."
Emily eyed him up and down, her gaze lingering on his crotch.
"At least ten thousand a night, right?"
"So, giving you five thousand every night will suffice?" His smile grew wider. "You're easy to satisfy."
Emily quickly corrected herself, "I mean at least. At the very least, you owe me five thousand a night. To compensate for your mistake, you need to work hard and earn more for me, got it?"
"Money isn't the issue," he said generously and then asked curiously, "But how did you recognize me?"
"The wolf head tattoo on your waist, I remember it clearly." Emily was adamant he couldn't deny it.
"So you don't know what I look like?" he asked, looking deeply at her.
"I was drunk that night. Didn't get a good look..."
He sipped his wine, smiling but saying nothing.
His ambiguous attitude made Emily uneasy.
"You can't dodge this. I'll report you to my manager if you try to back out." Emily quickly pulled out paper and a pen from her bag and then wrote up a simple agreement.
"Look, it's all written here. From today, for three months, you owe me half of your earnings each day as compensation. Sign it, put your thumbprint on it, and we're done."
She shoved the pen into his hand...
"Am I the only gigolo you've dealt with?" he asked, looking at the messy handwriting on the agreement, raising an eyebrow, "You must have a stack of these, right?"
"i***t, do you think I enjoy hiring gigolos? It was an accident, and you're the only man I've been with!"
Emily blurted out, but then, her face flushed instantly.
A faint smile appeared on his lips as he signed the agreement, though his signature was illegible.
With the contract in hand, Emily sighed in relief and complimented him, "Good. You're quite responsible."
Then she switched gears. "Since we've reached an agreement, let's start with today's earnings."
Her purpose was clear.
"Today's not over yet, so no earnings," he said, suddenly pulling her into his arms and wrapping his hand around her slender waist.
His lips brushed her cheek as he whispered in her ear, "How about you place an order? I'll give you a 50% discount..."
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