Chapter 15 I Like You Better When You Are Drunk

• Chelsea felt her head spin as she groggily made her way into the dining room. All she could hear was Amanda's words echoing in her head, reminding her how much her client liked and treasured her.
• But this isn't what I want to keep doing!
• And having my contract extended? That's terrifying!
• The dining room was not what Chelsea had pictured in her mind. Apart from the dining table, there was also a couch, various drinks and food, a television, and even a karaoke system. Adding to the seductive ambiance was a steamy movie that was being shown on the television, filling the room with moans and grunts.
• However, what truly caught Chelsea's attention were the adult toys and sexy lingerie by the television, as well as a huge bed that could accommodate up to four people.
• With so many items at their disposal, it was clear that the intention was to let clients spice things up with their Femmes.
• That's too scary! It'll hurt even more!
• Just the thought of it sent shivers down Chelsea's spine as she stood there and gazed at her client. At that moment, he was lazily browsing through a magazine on the couch, still in his usual get-up of a white robe and a white mask. Noticing that Chelsea still hadn't made her way to him, the client finally looked up at her.
• For a moment, their gazes met.
• Chelsea couldn't see her client's features through the mask, but the panic in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by him.
• Panic?
• What's there to panic about?
• We've slept together for two days. Is she still not used to my presence? Or is she having a hard time adjusting to her new identity?
• After some hesitation, the client put down his magazine and strode toward Chelsea. The closer he got to her, the more anxious she was. All she could do was hold her breath while clutching onto her nightgown tightly. When her client reached out to touch her face, Chelsea instinctively turned her head away.
• When Chelsea realized her mistake and wanted to turn her head back, her client had already retracted his hand. “Looks like a little alcohol goes a long way. You're more obedient when you've had some of it.”
• “I'm sorry...”
• “You don't have to apologize. Everyone should always have that bit of dignity. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to feel guilty about marrying Ben.”
• Chelsea was dumbfounded as she stared at her client. “How did you find out about Ben? And how did you know that I'm marrying him?”
• “You said so yourself yesterday afternoon.”
• “What?” Chelsea exclaimed. Why can't I remember it?
• “You were laughing and crying, leaving your snot and tears all over me. Oh, and you mentioned that Ben loves you, but you can't reciprocate his feelings. You're only working at Femme Fatale because Donald forced you to, just like how he forced you to marry Ben. You never wanted any of this, and your only wish is to escape as far away as possible.”
• Fear gripped Chelsea's throat as she felt her legs start to wobble. She couldn't remember saying any of that, yet there wasn't any other way that her client could've known so much, especially her reluctance to reciprocate Ben's love.
• Oh dear, I've screwed up. Clients are here to seek pleasure, yet I've been such a wet blanket!
• Chelsea was a ball of nerves as she found herself trembling uncontrollably. Not only was she worried for herself, but she was also scared that Amanda might get implicated if the client were to throw a fit. As such, when he once again reached out to caress her face, Chelsea no longer dared to duck.
• The client wanted to erase the panic in Chelsea's eyes, only to realize that he couldn't. As he drew his hand back in disappointment, he said, “You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not some psychopath who's out to ruin you. There's nothing else I value more than life itself. After all, what can be more important than that?”
• “I'm sorry...”
• “Other than apologizing, is there nothing else you can say?” the client mused.
• “Thank you!”