Chapter 3

I ignored the shiver I was feeling in front of the man. I let out a messy drunken giggle and stepped toward him.

"You..."

I pointed my finger at his face; my mind started to think.

I guessed he was a male escort who was role-playing as a cold businessman to catch the women's attention.

The guards around him moved like shadows to grab me. But he stopped them with a look.

They immediately lowered their heads as if disobeying him would take their lives away.

They quickly cleared the area, telling people not to create any crowd. The girls glanced at me with strange looks and then moved away. The men in the club were already far away; who knew why?

I was oblivious to my surroundings. My gaze was fixed on the man in front of me.

"Yess! I caught you! You are a male escort," I replied to him with a bright grin as if I caught him red-handed.

The air around me suddenly felt heavy.

It felt like pressure before a lightning strike.

The guards around him stared at me with wide eyes after letting out gasps. But then glancing at the man, they again lowered their heads.

The man before me didn't flinch. "An escort?" he repeated. The words sounded dangerous coming from him.

I lifted my hand and placed it on his suit jacket. My fingers slowly moved on his expensive suit as I murmured,

"Yes, you are an escort. You are too gorgeous to be a guest. And this suit..."

I patted my hand on his chest over his jacket. "This suit costs more than my life."

Then ​I grabbed the lapels of his suit jacket, and stood on my toe to reach near his face.

My face moved close to his, and I spoke in a low tone,

"You are an escort but a very high-end one. I think you are the most expensive man that the club could offer.”

​I paused, then flashed him a slow, daring smile. “How much do you take for one night?"

Upon hearing me, the man remained silent.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes turned darker, pinning me where I stood.

The silence between us felt like a physical weight, ready to crush me.

If there were another man in his place, he would have taken advantage of me by pulling me in his arms.

But he was different, a man who looked like he was made of ice. No lust for a lonely drunken woman who leaned this close to him.

"You think I am for sale?" He broke the silence with his cold voice.

"Everyone has a price. What’s your price for a single night?" I mumbled, my head spinning.

My hands slipped from his suit jacket, my toes unbalanced, and I was going to fall back.

His strong hand suddenly reached out, catching my waist to stop me from falling. His grip was firm, marking my body through my dress.

I tilted my head, looking up at him through a haze.

He lowered his face to my ear, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "I am afraid I am far more expensive than you could ever afford."

His breath brushed hot against my skin. My heart skipped a beat.

He pulled me up straight and released me. I looked at him with an angry look. I thought he did not want me just like Logan.

'Does he know that I am an omega? Or does he think I am an ugly woman? Is he feeling disgusted by me? 'I thought.

"You are quite drunk. Go back with whom you came here with. Or just go find another man. I am not here to play."

Saying that, he turned in the other direction after giving me a cold glance.

I frowned when the guards shadowed him, following him behind.

I got rejected by another man!

I felt like crying. Why was I really not enough for a man? Perhaps I did not have the perfect body or beauty that could keep them up.

I wanted to complain to Mila about that escort. But when I turned my head, I saw she had already passed out on the bar counter.

I sighed, turned my head back, and watched the man sitting on a couch. The guards went to stand behind the couch.

The man grabbed a glass of wine. One hand resting on the back of the couch, he crossed his leg and took a slow, calculated sip of his drink.

His eyes never drew to me. I glanced at the direction where he was looking.

He was staring at the dance floor where other women were dancing in short dresses.

"Is he trying to find another customer?" I whispered under my breath.

I shook my head. I would not let another woman snatch him away from me tonight.

I walked in his way with stumbling steps and fell on the seat next to him on the couch.

He didn't bother to look at me. "You again?" he uttered while sipping his drink. He sounded annoyed.

"Just name your price," I said, sitting up straight and taking heavy breaths.

He slowly turned his head to me. His cold eyes met mine again. "I am never the one being sold. I am the one who buys, little wolf."

​I let out a heavy sigh, my head dropping as the weight of his gaze pinned me down. He just watched me, silent and calculating.

​“You’re just making excuses,” I whispered. “You don’t want me. But everyone has a price. Even my own parents treat me like a business deal. My—”

​“Enough!”

He interrupted, his voice cutting through mine like a blade. “Don’t bore me with your sad stories. I’m not interested.”

I looked at him with teary eyes. "Do you also think I am not enough for a man? What do you think? Why did he do that to me… D-Do I deserve this?" I asked him as if he knew everything about my life and could give me an answer.

His cold aloof face did not look offended this time. He looked like a predator watching a very small mouse.

"You are the bravest girl I have ever met. Otherwise... no one has dared to come this close without my permission."

I tried to proceed with his words and then laughed. "You are trying to make an impression on me, right? Don't worry. I will pay you well. Tell me how much you will take for a night of making me forget my fiancé."

As soon as he heard me, he frowned. “Fiancé? You are a committed woman?” His eyes returned to the dark shade.

"The fiancé with whom I have already broken the engagement," I corrected him.

He stared at me in silence. I grabbed my purse and took out Logan's bank card, which he gave me after our engagement, and I had never used it before.

I pressed the bank card to the man's chest. He looked down at the card, frowning deeply.

"Not enough?" I asked.

I could not find anything else to offer until…

My gaze fell on the engagement ring that I forgot to return to Logan.

I chuckled and tried to take off the ring and offered it to the man. "You can take my engagement ring, too. I can assure it costs a million dollars."

He scoffed with a shake of his head. He then moved closer to me, causing my breath to hitch.

His eyes slightly narrowed when his gaze shifted to my hand, where he could see my swollen red skin.

His eyes returned to my face. "Keep your ring," he muttered, his dark eyes flashing with a predatory light. "I don't accept useless things, nor do I accept money from others. I don't work for money."

I was stunned. "Why are you here then?"

"Just to grab a drink. But you distracted me, woman," he spoke, a glint of anger in his voice.

Turning his head to the guards, he commanded, "Clear the exit. I am taking her with me."

I was taken aback. I tried to sound tough. "Hey! I didn't say I would go outside the club with you, Mr. Escort."

I got up from the couch after trying twice to make my way to Mila.

"Where are you going?" I heard him from behind.

"My friend is there; she passed out," I murmured with a dizzy mind.

He spoke to his guards again, "Check her friend's address and send her home."

I heard him but did not turn to him. All this time, I wanted him to agree to be with me for the night. But when he agreed, why was my heart thumping against my chest?

The influence of alcohol was really blurring my mind.

"I-I am going home then," I said, trying to walk away.

I had never gotten close with another man except Logan. My heart was racing, telling me to run away from the man behind me.

I realized I made a mistake. I was too drunk to think properly.

But then the man’s cold voice forced me to freeze my steps.

"You are not going anywhere."

With that commanding tone, his strong arms grabbed my waist, pulling me back against his solid chest before lifting me high off the floor.

I looked at him with my drunken wide eyes. “W-What are you doing?”

His cold eyes locked into mine with chilling intensity.

"How about I reverse the deal?”

The closeness was too much for me. The warmth coming from his body was different from anything I had ever felt before.

But the coldness in his eyes was piercing.

My head spun.

I blinked, but the world was already fading to black. Then before I could say another word,

I passed out right against his chest.