Three Million Dollars

Upon feeling his gaze, there seemed to be a sudden blinding ray of light in his icy cold eyes and he looked away nonchalantly. Rosie subconsciously blinked awkwardly.

“It’s soft and umm… slightly thinner?” She subconsciously whispered more to herself.

James stared at himself, and he retorted, "Is that so? But someone can't take her eyes off of me."

Rosie blushed after being exposed. She rebutted, "I was just looking at how small it is!"

"Is that so? So you're here to measure it personally?" he questioned, bending forward a little while staring at her from above.

"Big! My ... foot! I just slipped by accident!" Rosie’s face was becoming more and more flushed. She somehow began to feel a little guilty. Rosie had never once seen the sexy naked body of a male throughout the 28 years of her life and hence, she did not know how… hold on a second! That's a lie! As a doctor, which body had she not seen??

‘But judging roughly from the size, it should be…’ His thoughts were interrupted by his cold voice.

“Are you done with the measurements?” His eyebrows held a cold glint and held back a snicker.

‘ it ... shouldn't be too big?’ She thought.

"Look, you're already calling it Big. How could you keep fooling yourself and others by saying that it's not big?" He squinted at her and noticed that she was turning redder and was getting more and more embarrassed.

However, she was also behaving rather curiously, even though she was trying to look away. "Your expression tells me that you don't think it's small," he teased.

"You ... you pervert! How could you talk about such things with a stranger so openly? Don't you feel ashamed at all !?! " She screamed in fright, nearly out of breath.

Rosie ran as though her coattails were on fire and slipped out of the pool room.

The moment the door jammed closed, his cold eyebrows turned gentle, glinting with an obsessive gaze. “What an encounter Rosie, this time, I will bind you to me.” His words were filled with solemnity.

He stretched out his muscular structured arms, and an assistant hidden in the dark revealed himself.

“Boss.”

“Prepare an identity alias for me.”

“Boss, what type of identity?” His assistant was confused for a while, aren’t they done with tonight's Mission and are supposed to head back to the USA now?

“It must have something to do with the club, probably a bartender.”

“Oh… got it boss!” He retreated into the shadows the next moment.

James walked and took a glass of grape wine that had been on a tray for a while, and took a sip, chuckling mischievously.

“It’s been quite a while.” He remained calm, but no one could notice the swirling vortex in his orbs.

Rosie ran out with her hot palm placed on her chest, that man is shameless. That man covered his whole face, his aura intimidating. She shook her head, but from the little details, she could tell he was quite the handsome type literally.

Come to think of it, why would he wear a mask to a pool room? Unless he has a strong background or an extreme identity.

But why would she care though?

Rosie sighed, but the next minute, Stacy saw her and made a sigh of relief.

“ Scare me to death, will you??” Stacy shook Rosie’s shoulders. “Where did you go? I have been searching for you for nearly fifteen minutes!”

“I entered the wrong pool room to wait for you. Unfortunately, I ran into an intimidating pervert.” Hearing her words, Stacy hurriedly ran a quick look over Rosie.

“Don’t tell me you fell into the pool?” Stacy shivered, her heartbeat unsteady.

“Yes, I did.” Rosie blankly answered and remembered how the man roughly dragged her out of the water, he must be quite strong.

“Fuck it! You could have drowned if no one was paying attention.” Stacy covered her lips, her eyes reddening instantly. “It’s all my fault!”

“It’s not your fault Stacy, look, I’m still alive, the world still needs me. Of course, they can’t easily get rid of me.” Rosie boasted narcissistically, trying to ease the atmosphere.

“You fool, what a narcissistic way of easing my guilt.” Stacy snorted mentally canceling all the plans of joining the pool party.

“Let’s go change into our previous outfit, even without joining the pool party, you can still have a one-night stand you know.” And just like that, Stacy started all the nagging once again.

“A one-night stand, you talk as if it’s easy!” Rosie snorted, her cheeks reddening despite maintaining her cold expression.

“Come on, at least from experience, I’ve had three night stands all my life!” Stacy bragged.

“The count is low, now you are finally telling the truth.” Rosie lazily countered, rolling her eyes.

They argued and entered the changing room, before coming out in their previous sexy eye-catching attire.

“Let’s have some drinks first, I know the owner of this club, I could have him bring his most handsome, clean and sexy call boy! Are you on it?” Stacy asked as they collected the drinks themselves and sat on the stool bar, gulping each drink.

While Rosie drank, memories of what happened earlier floated into her mind, and she felt that drinking more might help erase those shameful memories.

She still can’t believe she touched a stranger's big d*ck. Rosie felt so ashamed of herself.

To put it all, she is still a twenty-eight-year-old celibate virgin! Rosie felt defiled.

“I want the best call boy!!” Rosie’s voice was so loud that the other customers, having fun, looked in her direction.

“…” The bartender stared at her weirdly, does she have to be so open about it? He thought other clients who needed a call boy would either call the boss directly or whisper into his ears.

“One million dollars!” Rosie emphasized, in her drunken state.

Hearing her words, Stacy nearly slipped out of the chair.

The bartender remained stupefied and Rosie added, “Still not enough? Three million dollars! That’s the highest!” Rosie yelled, and Stacy hurriedly covered her lips, fearing she would keep on talking.

“O..kay…, I will get him here in five minutes mam.” The bartender replied, despite feeling weird.

Rosie fumbled inside her purse and brought out a check, signed it and threw it on the deck.

Stacy watched in sheer surprise and embarrassment, gritting her teeth. “Kill me, will you!” Stacy groaned and grabbed Rosie’s arm.

Rosie struggled for a while and finally managed to pull out her arm, the result was that all the glass cups on the table smashed to the ground, startling other guests.

Staggering, Rosie walked away in wobbly steps, the next moment, she fell into a cold, and hard embrace. She blinked her eyes after steadying her steps and raised her head to look into the deep blue eyes.

“You are tall…” She chuckled and used her fingers to touch his abs.

“This is so hard.” She whispered dazedly, squeezing his pecs muscles.

Rosie figured that he must have been the best call boy in this club, his handsomeness was out of this world, an angular face, paired with cold blue eyes.

James closed his eyes and tried to control the desire he felt.

Seeing the outcome of events, Stacy gasped, The man embracing her bestie has a dangerous temperament. She guessed he might be the call boy Rosie paid three million for… or else??

Well, both friends think similarly.

Nonetheless, Stacy felt guilt, ‘I might have pushed her too hard, Rosie is gonna claw my neck tomorrow!’ She shivered imagining the outcome.

Meanwhile, Rosie on the other hand kept groping James’s body carelessly.

A dangerous glint flashed past James’s eyes and he carried Rosie bridal style.

Stacy felt she didn’t need to worry much, she knew the owner of this club, and she could come pick Rosie up the next day. Stacy wants Rosie to experience spring and move on from that thrash of an ex-fiancé.

The next day…

Rosie wakes up with a severe headache and groans, waking up, she realizes that she is in a deluxe suite which consists of two rooms and a hall. Furniture in white and grey tones was chosen to achieve a simple and sleek European style.

One could peer from the windows to admire the view spanning half the city.

“Hello, somebody there?” No one answered her.

Her gaze shifted towards the direction of the other bedroom.

As expected, the door was ajar.

Rosie was hesitating on whether she should get off the bed.

The phone in her right hand indicated that it had been ringing.

“Thank goodness, Rosie! You finally picked up my call, do you know what time it is?” Stacy yelled through the phone.

Before Rosie could reply groggily, her words got stuck in her throat.

A towering flesh-coloured figure exited the bathroom at the same time.

The so-called flesh-coloured figure ... was stark naked. Momentarily helpless at the sight, Rosie lost her voice.

Her gaze was fixated on the man for a long time. "Am I that attractive?" The masculine voice rang into her ears and she involuntarily shivered from the impact.