I tried to remove Brandon's hand that was hugging me. He seemed to be drunk, and I could smell the alcohol on his body.
"Brandon, let go of me!"
"Heartless. You're heartless," he whispered.
"You already know that's how I am! So why do you keep bothering me? I've told you before that I won't like you! I'm a prostitute. I love freedom and I don't need anyone's love!"
After I said that, I felt him slowly letting go of me.
So I hurriedly walked back to the table, not bothering to turn around and look at him. It's better to end our connection like this.
When I got back to the table, I just sat there silently. I didn't speak, and I didn't drink the wine on the table.
"Why is your face like that, Gem? It seems like there's a problem again. Don't forget, we have to go to the club next," Amb
