Chapter 12: $50,000 is not that easy to earn.
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Amy's head blew up, like she didn't expect him to ask this.
Her heart was racing like crazy.
Fluttering.
Pounding.
It seemed like it was beating out of her chest with every beat.
Evan's face got closer inch by inch, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, his facial lines were clean and sharp, the tall bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose, and the faint male scent of his body attacked, taking his time and mingling with her breath.
Amy's face turned "red" all of a sudden, even the tip of her ear was hot.
No matter how easygoing she was, she couldn't stand Evan's sarcasm.
"I ..... didn't."
She felt like he misunderstood something and it was necessary to explain it clearly.
Amy said sullenly, "I wanna save up fifty grand and pay you back."
She was a bit stubborn, only making money within her own logic to feel at ease, she asked for fifty grand, but he gave a hundred grand.
She always felt like the logic wasn't right, and she wanted to give it back.
Evan heard this and for some reason glanced at her, his brows furrowed a little.
Is this college student lacking in heart?
Reading stupidly.
"Must you pay it back?" He narrowed his eyes and looked her up and down.
The club's work clothes were designed to fit her body snugly, outlining her curves, front convex and back curved, her waist was so thin you could hold it in your hands, her legs were straight and long, and her cheeks still had some round baby fat, pure and lustful, which in turn reminded him of that night a week ago.
Amy nodded her head firmly, "Well, I'll have to pay it back."
Evan lowered his eyebrows and suddenly forced himself closer to her, surrounding her whole person in his shadow, his extremely dark and deep eyes looking at her face, his voice low and hoarse as he said:
"Then stay with me for one more night, as an offset, how about it?"
Amy's head blew up, like she didn't expect him to make this request.
Her heart was racing like crazy.
Fluttering.
Pounding.
It seemed like it was beating out of her chest with every beat.
Evan's face got closer inch by inch, his eyebrows and eyes were cold, his facial lines were clean and sharp, the tall bridge of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose, and the faint male scent of his body attacked, taking his time and mingling with her breath.
Amy extremely unnaturally turned her head to move away from his line of sight, her voice as light as a feather: "I can't have s*x within a week."
That was still what he had instructed.
"It's been a week, it's okay."
"But ....."
"I'm the doctor, I call the shots."
Before she could finish her sentence, Evan bit her lip, his long, parted hand tightly holding the back of her head, not giving her a chance to refuse.
The breath splashed on the tip of her nose rolled hot, burning her whole face.
In a daze, Amy's mind was a blur; this was her second kiss, and the feeling made her sink a little deeper, not sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
The first time was tonight in the car.
The second time was behind the front door.
As if experienced, Evan was even more reckless tonight than last time, and he was so incredibly strong that he didn't give her a chance to catch her breath when he did it twice in a row.
In the end, Amy's legs went limp, her fingers tightly gripping his strong arm, and she complained that he must be a sultry man in private, and every time he did something, her back ached, and she never got a good night's sleep.
The third time, as the man was about to press in again on the couch, she couldn't help but say weakly, "Can it be in bed?"
Evan looked down at her, the little girl's sideburns were wet with hair, her breath was slightly messy, her cheeks were scarlet, her eyes were also red, a pitiful and timid look, it was soft to the heart.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he loosened his mouth.
"Good, lie down on your own."
Amy, hearing that he was relieved, hurriedly dragged her aching legs to get on the bed, and then was dragged to the end of the bed by Evan's ankles .....
He stood there, looking down, his eyes slightly drooping, even though the action didn't stop for a moment, there wasn't half a ripple in the bottom of that pair of cool eyes.
The bright overhead light pierced the dazzling, bright and blunt roughness.
Amy covered her eyes in embarrassment.
This fifty grand wasn't so easy to get.
......
The next morning, Amy woke up early.
The bright floor-to-ceiling windows and the low-profile, minimalist ceiling chandelier were all she could see, and it took her a while to realize what she had done last night.
She'd sold herself again to the same man.
At the other end of the bed Evan was still asleep, the thin quilt covering his waist, revealing a lean and well-proportioned muscular upper body, the standard broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted, lean but not weak.
It was a very high-quality body.
Amy's face was a little hot when she saw it, and when he didn't wake up, she quickly got out of bed to look for her clothes.
Her clothes weren't in the bedroom, but scattered on the living room floor and sofa. She forced herself to endure the soreness of her legs, and it took her a while to put on her T-shirt and jeans.
She'd changed out of her clothes when she left the clubhouse last night.
"Click."
The bedroom door opened and Evan stepped out in his pajamas just in time to see her crouching in the doorway putting on her shoes.
He glanced at Amy and didn't say much, but went around the living room to get a cup of boiling water from the kitchen, and when he came back out again, Amy had already tied her shoes.
"That, and I'm leaving." Amy stumbled in the doorway and greeted him.
"Hmm."
The man took a sip of water, his voice consistently cool and detached, a world away from the look he had on the bed last night, almost like two different people.
"My stomach hurts, can you ..... prescribe me some more medicine?"
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