Chapter 18 You're Born for This
After leaving the pharmacy, Sadie hailed a cab to the nightclub, her heart pounding with a mix of nerves and determination. As the cab pulled up, she hastily paid the driver and made her way inside, heading straight to the private room where they had met before.
Sure enough, there he was.
Micah, still adorned in that enigmatic mask and dressed head-to-toe in sleek black, lounged on the sofa. He exuded an air of untouchable superiority, commanding the room with his mere presence. One couldn't help but wonder how a male escort could possess such an aura. He seemed like one of those fallen aristocrats straight out of a TV drama.
Feeling a twinge of sympathy, Sadie decided to be kinder to him. She almost shouted her frustration but swallowed it back, opting for a more encouraging approach instead. "Don't be upset. Actually, I think you're born for this."
"How?" Micah retorted, his gaze piercing through the mask.
"You've got a handsome face and a chiseled body, and your..." Sadie's eyes unconsciously drifted to a specific part of him before she snapped back to reality. "So, to enhance your advantages, I bought you some supplements. Drink this and land a big client tonight."
"I'm fine; I don't need supplements," Micah said with a wicked grin, eyeing the bottle of ED medication. "Didn't you already test that?"
"That was years ago. Who knows how you are now? And you've been a male escort for so long; you might have lost some of your edge, right?" Sadie probed. Seeing Micah's eyes flash dangerously, she quickly amended, "Of course, I'm not saying for sure, just a bit worried about you."
"You're worried about me?" Micah narrowed his eyes, gripping her chin with an intensity that made her heart race. "Or are you doubting me?" His innate dominance left her inexplicably nervous. Heat rushed to her head, and her ears began to burn, causing her to look away.
Micah appeared to take pleasure in her discomfort. He leaned closer, his hot breath brushing against Sadie's delicate neck.
"You..." Sadie stammered, forcing herself to look away. She spotted an expensive bottle of red wine on the table and seized the opportunity to change the subject, "Don't waste money; this wine isn't cheap."
"The client bought it," Micah lied effortlessly.
His focus remained unwavering on Sadie. He grabbed her small, smooth hand, and, with a gentle pull, she fell into his embrace. The intoxicating scent of his cologne made her head spin.
He gently licked her earlobe, sending electric shivers through her body.
"Don't... don't do this," Sadie whispered, her breath ragged.
Micah continued his actions, his kisses trailing from her earlobe down her neck, inching closer to her lips. Sadie's protests were weak, her soft moans betraying her. "Stop..."
But Micah was clearly enjoying her reaction and ready to push things further when a sudden, arrogant shout came from outside.
With a loud "bang," the door flew open.
Three voluptuous, drunken, wealthy women stumbled in, their exuberant chatter filling the room. They appeared momentarily stunned upon seeing the unfamiliar surroundings. "Huh, where is everyone?"
Startled, Sadie quickly disentangled herself from Micah, retreating to a corner and nervously adjusting her clothes. The women, too drunk to notice her, immediately fixated on the handsome man before them.
"That body, that face—so handsome, completely different from the men out there!" one woman exclaimed.
"Dashing, I like it!" one of three woman chuckled.
"You're one of the escorts here, right? Name your price; we have plenty of money!" another woman said confidently.
Micah's cold detachment only heightened their interest. Ignoring them, he resumed drinking, his aloof demeanor making him even more alluring.
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