Love Against All Odds

After my confession failed, I went to a bar to drink away my disappointment, but before I could even get a drink, I saw the very person who had rejected me.

Noctis Foster was sitting on the club sofa, his expression somewhat playful. The buttons of his usually prim and proper shirt were undone down to his collarbone, revealing a small patch of his fair chest, silently alluring.

I rubbed my eyes several times. Nope, I wasn't blind.

Just a moment ago, this stick-in-the-mud had rejected me with some excuse about principal and dignity. But now?

I couldn't even bother with my drink. I stormed over, ready to confront him.

Unexpectedly, before I could get there, a woman older than my mom rushed past me, throwing a wad of cash in Noctis's face. She disdainfully grabbed his collar. "You're just a prostitute, how dare you say no to me? You got balls now? Your price isn't even that high. This money is enough over the years to keep you for a month. Know your place!"

What?

I was dumbfounded.

What the hell just happened?

Could someone please tell me if this was not a dream?

My secret crush that I had longed for years was a gigolo? O my lord, please save me from this mess.

Noctis lightly brushed the woman's hand away, his movements seemingly gentle yet forcefully freeing his collar,. He calmly tidied himself up, smiling as he spoke, "Katrina, even prostitute have standards these days. No matter how much you pay, I'm not interested."

Just before Katrina could explode in anger, I rushed over to Noctis, shielding him behind me like a lioness protecting her cub, defiantly saying, "What do you want? He's mine! Try touching him!"

The moment Noctis saw me, his nonchalant expression changed. He looked at me seriously, "What are you doing here?"

I glared at him, "If you can be here, why can't I?"

Noctis was momentarily speechless.

"Oh, so that's why you turn your back to me. Turns out you've found someone else," Katrina said, hands on her hips, her face turning livid. She was about to scratch my face, "You little minx, dare to steal my man? You will pay for this!"

I was already fuming. Did this old lady think she could get the man I couldn't with just some money? What a joke!

If money could buy Noctis, I would have already made him mine and cherish him like Barbie! No way I'd let this woman bully me. I took the initiative, grabbing Katrina's wild hair and dragging her out, "You're the minx!

You old fat mouse! Aren't you ashamed of your act? If I see you harassing my man again, I'll kick your ass every time!"

I glared fiercely, forcefully yanking the club door handle with my bare hands in front of Katrina.

Rolling up my sleeves, I showed off my muscles, staring at Katrina menacingly, "I've been training in self-defense for years. Are you sure you want to test how fragile your bones are?"

Katrina looked like she had swallowed a fly, leaving without a backward glance, muttering, "That pretty boy is crazy. Even money can't win him over. You think you can get him? No way!" I huffed, immediately checking my phone balance.

I had to try, right? Hmm... the card I brought only had seventy thousand dollars left... seems a bit inadequate.

There was a 24-hour ATM right outside the club. I withdrew seventy thousand.