“Find out how long I can hire you with the money,” ordered Charlotte with a grin.
“One thousand nights,” replied Zachary after a brief calculation. “No, it’s nine hundred and ninety-nine nights after deducting the cost of a new phone.”
“Deal.” Charlotte announced arrogantly, “From today onward, you can only serve me alone. You can’t go to other women.”
“Anything else?” Zachary glanced at her.
“Be available at all times.” Charlotte gave him her phone. “Save your number on my phone.”
“Yes, boss!”
Zachary saved the phone number when he was still Gigolo on her phone. He hesitated before typing out “Gigolo In Debt” in the name column.
“What’s with the name?”
Charlotte frowned at the somewhat familiar name.
“That was the name you gave me back then.” Zachary recounted the past events. “Back then, I owed you money. So you told me to give you half of my daily earnings to pay you back.”
Charlotte guffawed. “No way. Seriously? How much do you even earn every day? That bit of money is nothing to me.”
“You were poor back then.” Bitterness rose in Zachary’s heart as the memories flashed across his mind. “You even fought with others over one thousand.”
“Seriously?” Charlotte arched a brow doubtfully.
“That isn’t important, anyway.” Zachary pocketed the check. “You’re rich now. Thanks for the money!”
“Mm,” Charlotte grunted in acknowledgment. “If you do a good job, I’ll reward you later,” she told him in all seriousness.
“What service do you want from me?” Zachary inched nearer and breathed in her ear.
“I’ll let you know when I need it.” Charlotte gave him a slight push.
“Fine.”
Every time desire coursed in Zachary’s heart, the woman would put it out easily.
Charlotte slowed down and lowered the convertible top.
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