Chapter 9 Debt Collection
Sadie was fully aware this was just a claim, but her emotions ran deep, firmly rooting her stance. Standing resolutely before Micah, she raised her chin slightly and insisted. "You better make good money so you can pay me back later."
Micah chuckled, an amused glint in his eyes. "Money isn't the issue. But tell me, how did you recognize me?"
Caught off guard, Sadie felt a pang of unease. Could his wolf head tattoo be a gang symbol, marking anyone who saw it for death? She swallowed her apprehension and answered honestly. "The wolf head tattoo on your back is too unique. I remembered it at a glance."
Micah's eyebrow arched. "But you don't know what I look like?"
Sadie nodded reluctantly. "That night, I was drunk. I only saw your back. I don't know your face." The memory, blurry as it was, haunted her like a dream—vivid yet elusive.
Micah seemed to ponder her answer, a mysterious emotion flitting across his features. "I see," he muttered.
Determined to secure his commitment, Sadie threatened, "Don't think about defaulting, or I'll complain to your manager. You won't be able to work here anymore." She still wasn't reassured and decided to sign a contract with Micah, clearly stipulating the compensation terms.
Micah nodded in agreement. Pulling a piece of paper from her bag, she quickly drafted the terms, pointing them out as she wrote.
"It's all here: Within three months, half of what you earn goes to me," Sadie stated.
Micah lounged back on the sofa, his movements casual. He buttoned his shirt with deliberate leisure. His bare chest and sculpted abs glowed enticingly in the dim light. "Do you know how much I can make?" he asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.
Sadie, momentarily distracted, quickly refocused. She remarked, "With that body, you must be the highest-earning male escort here. I'm sure you make plenty."
Micah laughed softly, clearly proud, and signed the agreement without hesitation, though his signature was a barely legible scrawl. Holding the contract up to the light, he asked, "You're not running a scam, are you? How many of these contracts do you have?"
Sadie blurted out, "Just this one! What do you take me for? What happened years ago was a mistake. You're the only man I've ever been with!" Her face flushed with anger and embarrassment at her own words.
Micah, in contrast, seemed more amused than ever. His calm demeanor only fueled her rage. Seizing his finger, she brought it to her mouth. Just as Micah began to feel the softness of her skin, he winced from a sudden sharp pain.
"You?" He stared at her in disbelief.
Sadie had bitten him. "To make sure you don't default," she stated seriously, showing the bloodstained fingerprint. "Press it here."
Micah pressed his bloody fingerprint onto the contract without protest. The crimson mark seemed to bind them in an unspoken promise.
"Since it's all settled, you better work hard to pay me back," Sadie said, her resolve unwavering.
"I will, Sadie," Micah replied, an inscrutable emotion in his eyes. Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "How about giving you some interest before repaying the debt?"
"Cut it out!" Sadie warned, pulling out her phone. "Let's exchange numbers to stay in touch."
Micah took her phone and entered his number. Before he could save his name, Sadie snatched it back. "Debtor!" she typed and saved without hesitation.
Micah frowned, clearly displeased with the title.
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