Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1

“You’re the one they sent me?”

In a luxurious suite, Nicole Lane extended her hand and shoved the surprised man onto the bed.

The next thing he knew, she had straddled him.

Lifting her slender hand to pat the man’s face, her eyes gleamed brightly with satisfaction as she cooed, “Well, you’re quite easy on the eyes!”

The woman’s breath reeked of alcohol, causing Evan Seet’s features to contort with disgust.

There were plenty of women who tried to seduce him, but this was the first time he encountered one who used such a method.

It was practically unprecedented!

The woman’s fair and slender arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as she leaned closer to him. “Kiss me!”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Evan avoided the woman’s rosy lips and calmly asked.

“That’s enough nonsense! Are you a real man?”

How can she still be asking this question at a time like this?

Evan narrowed his eyes a fraction before abruptly rolling them over. With a dark expression on his face, he stared at the woman beneath him.

“Am I a real man, you ask? You’ll be sure to find out in a moment!”

“Ahh!”

In the next second, a searing pain tore through Nicole’s body.

The next day.

Nicole woke up aching all over. The moment she opened her eyes, she took in the opulent design of the room she was in with a frown between her brows.

This is…

She sat up abruptly.

Right then, the heart-wrenching scenes from last night played in her mind like a movie.

That’s right.

The night before, she had witnessed her beloved Zach tangled up in the sheets with another woman. Thus, out of spite, she had found herself a gigolo to retaliate against him.

“This is payback, you filthy scumbag!”

“What are you mumbling about?”

A deep and sexy baritone voice sounded from behind Nicole and startled her train of thoughts.

She lifted her head to see a man coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, concealing his most treasured asset.

I have to admit. This man has an amazing figure. It’s no surprise that he’s a gigolo!

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Nicole asked.

Evan’s lips arched into a mocking smile. “Because I’m curious. Now that you’ve successfully seduced me, how do you plan on holding me responsible for you?”

In the past, all those women who approached him were always trying to hold him accountable for whatever deeds were done the night before. He had heard this phrase so many times that he could probably hear it in his sleep.

Yet, to his utter shock, this woman in front of him gave a response so different than the rest – Nicole gave him an eye roll. “Why the hell would I want a gigolo to take responsibility for me?”

With that said, she got dressed and swiftly took out one thousand in cash from her bag before pompously throwing the stack of banknotes onto the bed. “Here’s your pay. Make sure you keep it well. Your service last night wasn’t too shabby.”

Evan’s eyes darkened when he heard her words. Service?

Does this woman have a death wish?