Chapter 3The Million-Dollar Mistake: My Kept Man is a Billionaire

My master plan failed immediately.

I hit a massive roadblock on my very first deployment.

I booked a private VIP room and requested the club’s newest, most handsome host to keep me company.

The club was massive. Hoping to catch a glimpse of some other eye candy along the way, I refused the hostess’s offer to escort me, just asking for directions instead.

I wandered through a maze of hallways, currently standing in front of two doors, deep in thought.

Was it room "886" or "668"?

Instant amnesia.

I pulled out my phone to double-check when the slightly ajar door of room 886 was pushed open by a draft.

A deep, raspy male voice drifted out.

"Come in."

Oh, sweet Lord. That has to be my guy.

His voice was incredible.

This was an ultra-exclusive club. "886" was exactly the kind of tacky, uncultured room number a newly rich person like me would pick.

I didn't hesitate. I pushed the door open.

Sure enough, a man was leaning back on the leather sofa.

His suit jacket was draped over the backrest. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up halfway, revealing lean, muscular forearms. You didn't even have to look closely to see the prominent veins.

His collar wasn't unbuttoned, but his tie was slightly loosened. That half-undressed, effortless vibe? Who wouldn't fold instantly?

Well, I definitely did.

But what stood out even more than his body was his face.

If he debuted in Hollywood right now, he'd be an A-list star in minutes. He was on a completely different level than the usual guys you see around.

He seemed to have had a few drinks and was resting with his eyes closed.

I made a decent amount of noise walking into the room, but he didn't even twitch an eyelid.

I swallowed hard and slowly crept toward him.

No wonder his base rate was three thousand dollars just for drinks. For this kind of premium quality, I’d gladly pay ten grand!

The man spoke without opening his eyes: "Clean yourself up. We're going to my room."

Huh?

Clean what up?

Me? Or him?

Go to his room? To do what?!

Didn't they say these guys didn't sell their bodies?!

Coming on this strong right out of the gate... even if he was gorgeous, I had standards!

I asked completely seriously, "Can you show me your most recent STD panel first? I'm a little paranoid."

I wasn't about to catch something and bring it home!

The man finally opened his eyes. His brows furrowed tightly.

He didn't say a word.

I tried to be accommodating. "I can pay extra."

His face remained a blank, freezing mask.

Damn it. Nobody told me these club hosts had such fragile egos! He wouldn't even show me his medical records!

I was physically thrown out of the room by him.

I was furious.

I was definitely not requesting him next time.

No, wait... I probably will. He was seriously, objectively hot.