An annoying voice came from above, and Maria looked up to see that excessively fair face.
The man had a triumphant smile in his eyes. “Maria, if you don’t answer me, I’ll take it as you’ve agreed.”
“Get lost… Don’t touch me!”
Maria resisted his touch with the last shred of her consciousness after recognizing who he was.
But unfortunately, the drug had taken effect, and she had no strength to fight back, allowing the man to take advantage of her like a helpless doll.
The first thing the gigolo did was touch her delicate cheek. He wanted nothing more than to have her right here, right now.
“Miss Maria, why pretend to be distant when you’re not, especially when this isn’t your first time? Why the act?”
“Get lost!”
“Tsk tsk, so fierce. But I guarantee you’ll beg me to have you soon enough.”
Maria couldn’t believe that Elsa had given her a love potion. It wasn’t her style to do something like this. What should she do?
Was she really going to be humiliated by this disgusting man?
Just then, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared and struck the gigolo on the back of his head with a swift and decisive blow.
Bang!
Before the gigolo could see who it was, his head began to buzz.
Maria was shocked as she saw his disheveled face, and then she blacked out.
The person who came over crossed over the gigolo’s back and stood in front of Maria. Seeing that she was flushed and on the verge of collapse, he assumed she was feeling unwell.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you in pain?”
“Sean, why is it you…”
This was Maria’s second question for the day, but before she could hear the answer, she noticed a police car heading their way.
Her heart raced, “This isn’t the place to talk. I can’t hold on much longer… Let’s get in the car.”
A taxi with a red “available” sign passed by, and Maria waved it down. The two of them quickly got in and left.
The gigolo woke up from the smell of car exhaust. He squinted his eyes and watched the car in the distance.
“Wait, help me call 911 before you go.”
Exhausted after saying these words, the gigolo passed out again due to excessive bleeding, embarrassment, and anger.
When he woke up again, he found himself not in a hospital as he had imagined, but locked in a small dark room at the police station.
“Boss, this person has a head injury. Should we take him to the hospital first?”
He thought he finally met a good person, but the next moment he heard a sweet voice say, “No need, I already examined him earlier. He only has a minor head injury. I applied some ointment and bandaged it up. Nothing serious.”
“Then why isn’t he waking up?”
“Try pouring a bucket of cold water on him and you’ll find out.”
Pour cold water? The gigolo mourned in his heart. This woman was really cruel.
If he were splashed with cold water in the freezing winter, he would be sick for ten days or half a month!
“No need to pour cold water, I’m awake… Let’s save some water instead.”
Cheyenne didn’t expect him to be such a funny guy and couldn’t help but laugh.
Her laughter caught the gigolo’s attention, and he looked up at the woman standing not far away, almost thinking he had seen a fairy.
Although she was dressed simply in jeans and a trench coat, Cheyenne’s face combined the extremes of enchanting and coolness.
Her bright obsidian eyes contained a faint smile, her delicate nose was high and elegant, and her sexy lips and round chin didn’t make her look fat.
The most stunning thing was the tiny mole at the corner of her eye, which added a touch of charm to her.
The fairy-like figure in front of him had her arms crossed and was looking at him with a faint smile.
“Tsk tsk, awake now? You’re not honest at all, pretending to sleep after waking up.”
Alex didn’t think he would end up in such an embarrassing situation, accidentally causing his face to redden. He sat down on a chair.
Just as he sat down, he seemed to remember something and quickly stood up, offering the chair to Cheyenne.
“Miss Lawrence, please sit. Your foot isn’t fully healed yet, and if my master sees you standing while I sit, I’ll be in big trouble.”
He had just found out that his master was friends with Miss Lawrence!
And she was a beautiful woman!
Cheyenne found g it amusing. “No need, you sit. I’m not that picky.”
“But…”
“Let’s get to the questions. Don’t worry about me.”
Seeing that Miss Lawrence insisted on not sitting, Alex tentatively sat back down on the chair, trying to stabilize himself. He cleared his throat and coughed twice before asking, “Name?”
“Enrique Casey.”
“Next question, age.”
Enrique looked at Cheyenne hesitantly and then proudly said, “21!”
Alex was also 21 since he had just graduated from school. They were the same age, but he couldn’t understand why there was such a huge difference between them.
With a delicate face, Enrique wore Armani shirt and the Cartier watch worth tens of thousands on his wrist.
Alex couldn’t help but compare himself. After staying up all night for several nights in a row, he had developed some pimples and dark circles.
No, he was a man, how could he willingly degrade himself by comparing himself to a pretty boy who sold himself for riches? And to make it worse, he felt inferior. This couldn’t go on!
“Continue, occupation!”
Enrique gave Cheyenne a seductive look and spoke in a gentle voice. “Gigolo.”
“And I’m the best in the club. As long as you need me, pretty lady, I can be there anytime, and my fees are reasonable.”
Cheyenne was speechless.
Although this guy resembled Omari to some extent, she couldn’t help but feel angry when he flirted with her like that.
Alex, on the other hand, was so surprised that he nearly bit his tongue.