Chapter 2Noisy Men

I did not even have to eavesdrop to find out the details. The floating text helpfully leaked the exact location of Brittany and Asher's supposed date.

Incredibly, it was the exact same luxury hotel where I had just been hired for a part-time job two days ago.

Because I had previously planned on accepting the sugar daddy arrangement, I had lost all motivation to work and called the hotel to decline the job.

Thankfully, when I called the hiring manager back, he did not give me any grief.

He told me I could come in and start my shift immediately.

I could not help but reach up and touch my own cheek.

I knew exactly why the manager was so accommodating.

It was because of my face.

Ever since middle school, I knew I was stunning. My locker was constantly stuffed with love letters.

But my mother always drilled it into my head that I should never use my looks for deceitful gains.

So I had always kept my head down, relying on my own hard work to make a living, never once considering taking a shortcut.

Ironically, I refused to take the shortcut, but someone else happily borrowed my face to take it for me.

I rushed to the hotel. Thanks to my looks, I was immediately assigned to the front entrance as a VIP greeter.

Through the comments, I knew Asher had been sitting in his private dining suite waiting for Brittany for three solid hours.

Exactly five minutes ago, he received the text that he was being stood up.

Catching a glimpse of a tall, imposing figure descending the grand staircase, I deliberately shifted my tray of drinks and crashed right into him.

Asher was already visibly frustrated from being stood up by his online girlfriend.

When I bumped into him, his head snapped up, his eyes flashing with irritation.

I kept my head bowed, frantically apologizing while dabbing at his expensive suit jacket with a napkin.

Right before he could snap at me, I jerked my head up.

The absolute second Asher saw my face, he froze completely.

He grabbed my wrist with an iron grip, his voice cracking with unfiltered shock and joy. "Baby?!"

I put on a flawless mask of confusion and quickly yanked my hand back.

"Sir, I believe you have the wrong person."

Asher panicked, stepping closer. "Baby, it is me. It is Ash."

"Sir, I honestly do not know you. Please step back."

My absolute coldness acted like a bucket of ice water over Asher's enthusiasm.

He stood frozen in the lobby, his expression cycling through confusion, realization, and then a dark, stormy anger.

Just as the tension reached a breaking point, my cell phone rang.