“A hundred thousand? Look at your cheap clothes. How could you afford to spend so much money?” One of the rich women questioned.
Having her dignity get trampled on, Charlotte almost blew her cover, but she recovered quickly and kept up the act.
“I’ve been saving up for this for a long time. Just to have a passionate night with this gigolo god, I took out my entire annual salary!”
“Your annual salary is only one hundred thousand?” The women laughed mockingly. “You can barely scrap by in life, yet you came here and hired a gigolo. Aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Why should I be? He’s mine for tonight anyway.” Charlotte caressed Zachary’s chiseled pecs, purposely provoking them. “Look at this perfect body. One hundred thousand? Hah! I’d even spend one million if I had to!”
The three woman scanned Zachary’s body from head to toe, practically salivating at the thought of what lay beneath his clothes.
Zachary stared at Charlotte as a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.