Oops! My Gigolo is a CEO

Chapter 2 Divorce

Claire walked up to her sports car, opened the door, and climbed in. The moment she was seated, she called her lawyer and best friend, Sarah Whitaker.

"Hey, are you busy? Can you help me sort out the finances? I need to know what I'd owe Oliver if I decide to divorce him."

There was a long silence on the other end before Sarah cautiously asked, "Is this what I think it is?"

"Yeah."

Claire stepped on the gas, one hand on the wheel. "Oliver cheated. He probably won't agree to a divorce, and if I push for it, he'll try to take a chunk out of me. So, I need to prepare myself."

Sarah was quiet for a moment, processing her calm tone.

Claire might have sounded collected and rational, but Sarah knew how important Oliver still was to her.

Finally, Sarah spoke through clenched teeth, her voice full of anger, "My God, he cheated? After everything you've done for him? If it weren't for you, he'd be living on the street by now! Who does he think he is, going after other women?"

Claire shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. Maybe... I spoiled him?"

Sarah let out an exasperated sigh. "Sweetheart, I've known for ages he wasn't worth your time. Now, you're finally seeing the light. Divorce him. Tonight, come out with me. Let me show you how to relax and celebrate getting out of that hellhole. Let Oliver go to hell!"

Sarah's idea of "relaxing" was a trip to Velmont Elite, Feylandia's top escort service—a rich woman's playground.

As Claire stepped into the private room, she felt a bit uneasy. "Are you sure about this, Sarah? This place doesn't really seem like my scene. Maybe I should just head home."

Sarah wrapped her arm around Claire's shoulders. "What's wrong with a woman coming to a place like this to unwind? Oliver cheated on you. What's the harm in having a little fun with some male escorts?"

With a flick of her wrist, Sarah ordered ten bottles of whiskey.

Within minutes, ten strikingly handsome men walked in, each carrying a tray, all over six feet tall, impossibly good-looking, with chiseled faces like movie stars.

"Sarah, seriously?" Claire hesitated.

Sarah was enjoying the view when she heard Claire's tone and let out a tired sigh. "Sweetheart, don't overthink it. This is good for the soul and the body. Besides, you've never even kissed a guy before, have you?"

Sarah patted her chest proudly. "Just enjoy yourself. I'm picking up the tab for everything tonight."

Claire had never seen anything like this before. Sure, she'd had her share of business drinks with investors, but this was on a whole new level. The attention from all ten escorts was overwhelming. After a few rounds of drinks, she was already feeling dizzy. When she tried to stand, her legs felt like they were made of cotton.

Just then, a young, attractive escort reached out to steady her. His voice was low and inviting. "Are you okay, sweetheart? Do you need me to help you out?"

Another man, with a cheeky grin, flashed his abs. "A woman like you, mature and sexy—shouldn't you be with a man like me?"

Claire was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Sarah, I'm gonna step outside for a bit. I'll be back soon."

Stumbling out of the room, she was greeted by the fresh air outside, which was a welcome relief.

But the alcohol had a strong aftereffect, and she felt like she was floating. She lost her footing and tripped, her body lurching forward.

Just as she expected the floor to meet her face, a strong arm caught her. A fresh, clean scent—cold yet subtle—hit her senses, making her heart skip a beat.

"Are you alright, miss?"

The voice above her was deep and seductive—the kind of voice that sent shivers down her spine.

Claire blinked a few times, her vision blurry, and gradually focused on the man in front of her.

His jawline was sharp, his lips pressed, and his nose was high and defined. His eyes had a magnetic pull that made her feel like she could drown in them. It was as though they reflected the moonlight on an endless ocean—captivating and dangerous all at once.

He was stunning—so stunning, it felt almost unreal.

He was dressed in a black shirt that hugged his well-defined muscles, and the closeness only amplified his raw, masculine presence. Claire could feel the heat radiating off of him, and the powerful impact of his scent overwhelmed her.

She stared at him and then let out a dazed laugh. "You're so hot."

This guy had to be at least 6 feet—maybe taller.

If she wanted to spend a night with him, how much would that cost?

Her alcohol-fueled thoughts took over, and she reached out, unable to control her actions. She slapped his cheek lightly, giggling.

"I'm not divorced yet, but maybe you could wait for me. I'll take care of you."

Adrien Talbot paused, caught off guard, but then he had a playful smile. "What if I can't wait?"

Claire wasn't pleased with his teasing. She waved her finger in front of him, nearly losing her balance again.

"Well, in that case, I'll just give in and enjoy myself now."

Reaching into her purse, Claire pulled out a credit card and slapped it against Adrien's chest. "There's two hundred thousand on this. It should be enough for a night. Don't you think?"