Chapter 4 Gigolo

• Ronald changed his tune. “Yeah, his wife has a fever, so I was trying to cool her down.”
• I shook my head as hard as I could and gave the noble-like man a pleading look. “No, they’re lying.”
• The man stared at me for a long while, then he tossed a book to me. It was the book I threw out the window earlier. “Take her away.”
• …
• Ow. That was my first thought when I woke up. Every inch of my body was tortured by pain, but I tried my best to sit up and check out where I was. Then I realized I was in a huge room that was unnecessarily clean.
• There was also the sound of water, so I looked in the direction of the sound and saw someone behind the glass wall. Obviously, it was a bathroom, and obviously, the man who f*cked me the night before was in there, bathing.
• Ronald’s aphrodisiac was one hell of a drug. My whole body was on fire, and I desperately needed to be filled. Sex was the only thing I wanted, and even though I had no strength, I could still remember everything that happened, so I couldn’t even play dumb about it.
• The man took me away from the hellhole, while I kept asking him to f*ck me. It took him a while, but in the end, he relented. The man took me to this place and forcibly washed me off before taking me to bed. I knew I was nothing but a slut who craved for a man’s manhood the night before, but I couldn’t help it.
• Of course it was painful. Even now I could still feel it burning, so I pulled the blanket away, and I saw a crimson patch on the bed. I stared at it for a while, then a wave of satisfaction washed over me. As long as I didn’t have to do it with Ronald, anyone else was acceptable.
• Eventually, the man was done bathing, so I quickly went back to sleep. The man walked around the room a few times, then he stopped by the bed. “I know you’re awake,” he said coolly.
• Damn, he saw through me? Awkward. At this point, I knew I had to get up, so I did, but I covered my body with the blanket.
• The man was already fully dressed. He was wearing a shirt and a pair of long pants, and he was buttoning his blackish gold sleeve while talking to me. When I took a good look at him, I realized he was even hotter than the first time I saw him. His skin was luscious, his face sculpted, his features beautiful. And his eyes were like a pair of black holes that went on infinitely.
• “Stop staring at me.” The man buttoned his other sleeve.
• I quickly looked away, my face turning scarlet. “You’re really hot though. Um, thanks for your help yesterday.”
• “Yeah.”
• I thought he’d say ‘no problem,’ or ‘you’re welcome’ at the very least, but I never expected him to take the credit in stride. My face turned redder, and I tightened the blanket around me. “I was drugged, so… so…”
• The man looked at me coldly. “So what?”
• I mumbled almost inaudibly, “So I’m sorry for having slept with you. I’ll pay you, don’t worry.”
• And then I felt a terrifying anger coming from him. When I looked at him again, he looked like he wanted to kill me. “You think I’m a gigolo?”
• I looked away. “N-No. I… Um, I…”
• All of a sudden, his phone rang, and he looked at it for a moment before going to the bathroom to take the call. Apparently, he was worried I might overhear the call.
• Since the man was already gone, it was my chance to leave. I didn’t want to face his wrath anymore, so I quickly took a gray shirt that was lying on the floor and slipped into it. After that, I scooted away like the coward I was.
• When I came home that day, what I saw shook me to my very core.