Chapter 4

The Male Prostitute

“Help me!”

Maurice looked down at the drunk woman in his arms. She grasped at his sleeves as though he were a
lifesaver amidst a rolling ocean.

When his eyes swept across her face, he felt that this woman looked a little familiar.

But he didn’t have the time to pause and think. Antwan had burst out of his private room and found
Eliana in the arms of another man. His fat face purple with anger, he roared, “You’re coming with me!”

Maurice glanced at Antwan indifferently.

Only then did Antwan falter slightly. Although this man was merely a stranger, he could still feel that he
was dangerous. His aura made Antwan panic.

“Get out,” Maurice said flatly.



“Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do? How dare you steal my woman? Do you know who I am?
Give her back!” Antwan tried to puff out his chest like an aggressive alpha male. “Otherwise, I won’t let
you leave the Imperial Golden Club!”

Wyatt, who was drinking and watching this scene unfold before him with amusement, suddenly burst
into laughter.

How interesting! This fat man actually had the nerve to threaten Maurice.

How dare he challenge Maurice?




“Well, since you rarely get the chance to have an affair, let me help you.” Wyatt stood up casually and
winked at Maurice. Then he walked up to the fat man. Suddenly, he raised his foot and kicked Antwan
in the stomach, causing him to stagger a few steps backward. Then he walked out of the room and
slammed the door shut.

“Get him out of my sight,” Wyatt barked at the bodyguards.

Two bodyguards quickly sprang into action. They dragged Antwan to the gate of the Imperial Golden
Club and threw him onto the street.

The passers-by walked around Antwan, peering at him with curiosity. He had never felt so humiliated in
his life.

In the private room, Eliana was still holding on to Maurice’s clothes.

Impatient, he tried to shake off her stubborn hands.

But she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his. “I’ve seen your eyes
before…”

Her warm breath smelled lightly of alcohol, brushing on his skin like a light breeze. She bit her lower lip
seductively, and her watery eyes caught Maurice’s attention.

Then, it suddenly dawned on him. The memories of the past surged in his mind, vivid and clear. In his
memory, he was kissing a woman and eventually had sex with her.

That woman from years ago was the woman in front of him right now.

His expression immediately darkened. “It’s you.”



Eliana closed her eyes, dizzy from the alcohol. She winced in pain, leaning her head on his shoulder
tiredly.

Her soft lips brushed against Maurice’s bare skin, giving him goose bumps. An inexplicable sexual
desire was aroused in his body.

He sneered, “Do you really think I’ll fall for the same trick twice?”

He had fallen for the exact same trap five years ago. Were his rivals trying to set him up again?

Come on. At the very least, his rivals should’ve picked another woman to seduce him. Did they think he
was a blind fool?

“Huh? No, I just want to go home. Adrian and Aileen are waiting for me,” Eliana murmured under her
breath. When she tried to stand on her own feet, she momentarily lost her balance and pressed her
hands against Maurice’s chest to regain her balance. “Wow, nice body,” she commented in surprise.

Her fingers wandered around his body. The man’s muscles were firm and defined. What was more, he
had wide shoulders and narrow waist. He looked like a god.

Maurice frowned and caught her hands to stop her from groping him.

With her misty eyes, Eliana tilted her head and looked into Maurice’s eyes. She suddenly smiled, her
eyes lighting up with recognition. “Hey! I know you!”

Maurice raised his eyebrows. “Is that so? Then who am I?”

“You’re… You’re that kind of man.”

Maurice frowned and patiently asked, “What kind of man?”

Her beautiful red lips parted and she blurted out, “A male prostitute.”



Maurice’s eyes blazed with anger when he heard this unexpected answer. Suppressing his anger, he
gritted his teeth and asked, “A male prostitute, you say? In that case, let me serve you tonight.”

He was curious to see where

this woman would draw the line.

“Ah!”

Eliana suddenly felt dizzy and pressed her slender fingers against her temple. When she came to her
senses, she was already sitting on the sofa.

Under the dim, warm light, the man leaned towards her and slipped his arms around her waist. She
tried to gather her bearings, but she only felt dizzier.

The next second, his lips were pressed against hers.

The man kissed her passionately and crazily, as if he wanted to become one with her.

Eliana suddenly felt hot. She clutched the man’s shirt tightly and murmured, “Wait, wait…”

Humph, was this woman going to expose her true colors already?

Maurice narrowed his eyes at her coldly. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I don’t have any money with me today,” she said in a slurred voice. Intoxicated, everything was a
blur to Eliana in that moment.

‘So, she insists on keeping up the act. Okay, then. I’ll play along,’ Maurice thought to himself.

He leaned forward again, but this time, he kissed her earlobe and gently licked it. Then he whispered in
her ear, “I don’t need your money tonight. Happy?”



Eliana trembled under his touch. She couldn’t think straight.

Maurice slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled muscles. Her mind went absolutely blank
when she took in his captivating pheromones.

Then, her eyes landed on the ferocious scar on the man’s chest…

Why did the scar look so familiar?

Stunned for a moment, she shook her head to come to her senses.

Then, in a fit of rage, she shoved the man off her. After that incident from five years ago, she had been
so angry because she didn’t know the identity of that man. Now she knew the truth.

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