Chapter 421: + - 421+
"The clients say I’m too shy and naive so I get very few patrons." She went right on, her voice taking on a self-pitying tone. "The boss says that if I can’t get more clients to hit my quota, he’ll sell me off at an auction."
Angelo bit down on his bottom lip, he had no plans of sleeping with the escort even if he felt sympathy but he wanted to try to help in whatever way he could.
"Then I’ll tell them I was very satisfied with your service," He said decisively. Being a guest of Mafia King Nikolai, his words should hold some weight. He couldn’t believe the aggravating Mafia King would actually be useful to him.
The escort beamed and placed her cup on the table, right before she threw herself at him.
This caught Angelo completely off-guard, he had a difficult time holding her back while trying to not spill his glass of wine on them both.
The door got kicked open in the middle of their silent tussle, a booming voice interrupting them.
"So this is where you were?" The Alpha sounded infuriated, his bloodshot eyes fixed dangerously on Angelo who was still partially beneath the escort. "I was kept waiting for some nobody."
The escort turned away from Angelo to hide her irritated expression, it morphed her face from sweet and cherubic, to the icy, cold prostitute she was.
"You know we deal on a first-come, first-serve basis. You’ll have to wait your turn."