Once? Not enough

Chapter 11: Stay with him one more night?

Evan stood outside the door, straight and upright, dressed in a black high-fashion suit, his body appearing long and ascetic.

His hands were in his pockets, and he idly and absentmindedly glanced at Carter and the woman beneath him, his brows furrowed, and his voice cold.

"Ooh, scummy, what for?"

Amy heard the voice and reflexively looked up, meeting Evan's clear-eyed, indifferent eyes, and her heartbeat momentarily slowed down a beat.

It was him!

He is Carter's... brother-in-law?

Carter forcefully took Amy's shoulders, smiling rather heartily, "Nothing, this is my girlfriend, I'm having fun with her."

"Girlfriend?"

Evan bit on these words, his eyes seemingly fixated on Amy's face.

She was wearing makeup today, her skin was white and creamy, her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyelashes were delicately curled, her big, watery eyes were filled with panic, her eyes were red, like a bullied rabbit.

Amy uneasily broke free of Carter's restraints and quickly argued, "I'm not his girlfriend..."

"Do I have to make it so clear, brother-in-law, I haven't been dirty for a long time, called a classmate to sleep for a night, I'll give her money."

Without waiting for Amy to finish her sentence, Carter interrupted her and pulled Amy along with him, ready to leave.

He had met Evan a few times in this club, and each time, he just went his own way, and his brother-in-law was not a nosy person.

Amy stumbled as he dragged her along, and when she passed by Evan, he suddenly reached out and tugged on her wrist.

"Brother-in-law, what are you doing?" Carter didn't understand what he meant.

"Get out." Evan had only one word.

"But she..."

Carter was about to say something else when Evan threw him a cold glare, and he dared not make a move.

"Next time, I'll have your father break your legs." Evan dropped another cold sentence.

Carter lost his temper this time, glared at Amy unwillingly, and reluctantly turned around and left.

The bathroom finally fell silent, leaving the two of them facing each other.

Evan lowered his eyes and looked her up and down, a white shirt, a super short skirt, a bow tie around her neck, the kind of outfit reserved for selling drinks.

"I... I came to work part-time." Amy took the initiative to explain, "Thanks for taking the heat off me earlier."

Evan didn't say much but walked out of the bathroom and leaned out into the quiet corridor outside where it was easier to talk.

He hooked his hand at her and Amy came over.

"Short of money again?" He asked.

Amy shook her head, "No."

"Then why are you doing this?"

Amy answered honestly, "To save money."

Evan looked at her for a moment, "......"

"How much?" He asked again.

"Fifty thousand."

Evan gave her a meaningful look, the emotions in the bottom of his eyes were deep and dark.

He tugged at his tie, unbuttoned two shirt buttons, and after loosening the confinement of his neck, he raised his eyes to her again.

"What if I can't save it?"

"Huh?" Amy, not understanding his wantonness, tilted her head quizzically at him.

"Ready to go out and sell your body again? Or sell your eggs?" Evan mocked faintly, his voice carrying a bit of indescribable coolness.

Amy's face turned red, and even the tips of her ears were burning.

No matter how good-tempered she is, she can't stand Evan's sarcasm.

"I...... didn't."

She felt that he had misunderstood something, and it was necessary to explain clearly.

Amy said sullenly, "I want to save up enough fifty thousand and return it to you."

She was a bit stubborn, only making money within her own logic to feel at ease, she asked for fifty thousand, but he gave one hundred thousand.

She always felt that the logic wasn't right, and she wanted to give it back.

Evan heard this and inexplicably glanced at her, his brows furrowing slightly.

Is this college student lacking in heart?

Reading stupidly.

"Must you return it?" He narrowed his eyes and looked her body up and down.

The club's work clothes were designed to fit her body snugly, outlining the curves of her body, convex in the front and curved in the back, her waist was so thin that she could hold it in her hands, her legs were straight and long, and her cheeks were still covered with 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 steeply forced himself closer to her, encircling her whole person in his shadow, his extremely black and deep eyes gazing at her face, his voice low and hoarse as he spoke:

"Then how about staying with me for one more night as an offset?"