"Hmm…" Carla flipped through her purse and noticed she only had a thousand three hundred in cash. She was reluctant to use it all up and asked meekly, "Do you accept credit terms?"
"Who takes credit terms when it comes to engaging a gigolo?" Zayn was flabbergasted.
"I only have this much." Carla took out all the cash from her purse and placed them into his palm. "You see if it's enough and for what type of services!"
"Fine!" Zayn put the cash into his pocket, stood up, and pulled her to leave.
Benard and the other bodyguards followed him at once, but he stopped them. "No need to follow me. I want to have fun myself tonight!""But…" The bodyguards turned to look at Benard.
Benard could only move aside. Tonight was not the night for anyone else to say anything.
Zayn got into the car with Carla and sped off. Soon, they reached Stifling Night.
The clock had just struck nine; it was peak hour there.
Stifling Night was flooded with clubbers. Under the glittering and colorful lights, young people were dancing to their hearts' content, following the rhythms of pop songs.
On the stage, the stripper was making seductive moves. Onlookers were mesmerized by the charm in her eyes and the allure of her body.
Zayn put on a mask and changed into a cool jacket. Holding Carla's hand, they squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the private room.
The moment they reached the room, Carla felt relaxed and joyful. She could finally put aside all the fear, defense, and caution in her heart.
She felt that once Zayn put on a mask and turned into Gigolo, his intimidating vibe would be replaced by one that was carefree and indescribably friendly.
"Mr.——" the manager of Stifling Night approached them to greet Zayn.
Zayn gestured to him, signaling for him to leave.
The manager still thought that Zayn was hiding his identity from Carla. Worried that his mouth would slip, he left in a hurry.
Zayn continued to walk forward by pulling Carla along the way. She pulled him back instead, and whispered into his ear, "Just stay here. It's so lively. Let's relax and have fun here tonight."
Zayn glanced at the crowd surrounding them with a slight frown. He hated close contact with strangers and he really disliked boisterous places…
However, seeing that Carla was in high spirits, he finally decided to go with her suggestion.
Carla led him towards the bar and they took a seat. She ordered two cocktails. They clinked glasses, savoring the drink while being entertained by the stripper's performance on stage.
The men below the stage were shrieking excitedly and squeezing one another forward like tigers ready to pounce on their prey. They even tossed money onto the stage and tried to catch the stripper's attention with their frantic gestures.
Even the two men sitting behind them were also moving their bodies in great excitement, their eyes glued to the stripper.
Only Zayn was seated motionless on the high stool with a frown.
"Other men are obsessed with the stripper's dance. How can you remain so cool?" Carla rested her chin on her hands and gazed at Zayn with smiling eyes.
"I'm not keen on these boring stuff."
Zayn pinched her chin slightly. Looking intently into her glistening eyes under the light, he sensed a growing urge within him.
Whenever she was drunk, she seemed to turn into someone with a completely different personality. She would become part innocent, part seductive. Her unique charm at that very moment was simply irresistible for him.
"Try to relax and have fun here." Carla stroked his eyebrows gently. "Don't keep on frowning. You've gotta cheer up…"
Zayn held her hand and pulled her hard into his arms.
Her forehead felt a slight pain as it bumped into his strong chest. In this intimate position, she could hear the powerful pounding of his heart.
In a split second, her own heart started to race as well.
Her flawless face looked even more attractive as she blushed.
Zayn was fascinated by her dreamy look. He pinched her chin affectionately and was about to kiss her on the lips with his head lowered.
Suddenly, someone gave Carla a kick from behind…
"Ouch!" Carla's body was pushed forward by a powerful kick. She turned to look and yelled, "Who's that?"
"Little b_tch, it's really you!" A woman's mocking voice could be heard.
Three plump, middle-aged women with heavy makeup were standing behind them arrogantly with their bodyguards.
One of the women with curly hair became agitated the moment she saw Zayn. "Isn't this Mr. Gigolo that we've picked out previously?"
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