Chapter 17 ED Medication
In the dead of night, Sadie quietly slipped out of the kids' room, making sure each one was sound asleep. She closed the door softly, more out of habit than necessity, before wandering into the living room. There, with a weary sigh, she sank into the worn couch and fished her phone out of her pocket. Her weekend expenses had severely dented the $2,500 Micah had given her. After buying household necessities and taking Little Coco to the vet, there wasn't much left. Hesitating briefly, she texted Micah.
Sadie: [How was business today?]
Her phone buzzed almost immediately with Micah's brief reply.
Micah: [Not good; no clients picked me.]
Sadie's heart sank. Micah's failure directly impacted her own precarious financial situation. Determined to improve his luck, she shot back another message, biting her lip in thought.
Sadie: [Have you thought about how to attract more wealthy women?]
Micah: [I don't understand them.]
Sadie: [I'll teach you. You need to understand their psychology and know what they want.]
Micah: [Do you have any good suggestions?]
At the bar, Micah rubbed his mask, eagerly awaiting Sadie's advice. Moments later, her phone pinged with a string of messages.
Sadie: [Don't always wear that mask and act all cold. While some wealthy women like aloof men, others prefer gentle ones. If you see the situation isn't right, switch up your style!]
Sadie: [And when wealthy women are choosing, you need to show off your charm. Take off your shirt and show your abs and chest muscles, then wiggle your butt a bit. Wealthy women will start drooling immediately. Then you need to tell them you have great stamina and can last a long time in bed.]
Sadie blushed, recalling their wild night together. At least in that regard, she had personally verified his prowess. Feeling compelled to encourage him, she continued.
Sadie: [Keep trying. It's still early; maybe you can get another client later tonight. Don't be picky. No matter how fat the wealthy woman is, if she picks you, go for it.]
Micah couldn't help but groan internally, thinking about catering to overweight, wealthy women. Just the thought made his stomach churn. Pretending to be a male escort was proving to be an arduous task.
After sending the long message, Sadie remembered something Edmond, her father, used to say. "If you want others to work for you or do something, you must give them appropriate compensation or treatment."
Sadie: [Wait for me. I'll come over and bring you something. You need to eat well to have the energy to work!]
With that, she informed Brenda that she was stepping out and headed downstairs. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door to the pharmacy, the sharp, sterile scent of medicine enveloping her. Despite her racing heart, she moved with determined steps toward the medication aisle.
"Can I help you with anything?" a young female clerk asked, smiling warmly.
"I... I want to buy some ED medication," Sadie said in a low voice, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Oh, ED medication," the clerk repeated an amused glint in her eye. "Who are you buying it for?"
Sadie's heart pounded. Everything felt hyper-focused on her, the casual shoppers, the glaring fluorescent lights, the clerk's inquiry. "I'm just... just trying to help my husband," she stammered, eager for the encounter to end.
"Alright, please wait a moment," the clerk said, turning toward the shelves.
Moments later, she returned with a box of ED medication, her smile unwavering. "This is our best-selling brand. Very effective."
"Thank you," Sadie mumbled, taking the box. Relief washed over her as she exited the pharmacy. She hoped she could just forget about this awkward experience immediately.
"I wish you both happiness!" the clerk called out, a teasing lilt in her voice. Sadie could feel her face burning as she practically bolted from the store.
"Seriously, what was I thinking? I should've ordered a delivery," she muttered under her breath, vowing never to return to that pharmacy.
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