The Arrogant Mrs CEO

," Tom said, standin

the surprised look of d

didn't sleep with any woman for money," Peter said, crossing his

er nylon bag. I offered to help her carry it, but she refused and said that I stank. And g

ust like that! She told me to get some new clothes becau

bench. However Peter shifted away from his friend again, surprising Tom, who laughed and

as he stood up and looked back at To

expect of me, Tom? That I would sit wit

"I just told you that I was insulted by this pretty lady, and you want to

ack beside Tom. Tom said, "It's

e, which is why most ladies shamelessly approached him, tr

ht, but Peter had clearly rejected it, insisting he could not

a graduate of a well-renowned university his parents had sent him to, he couldn

to return to the village to

ing him to spend just one night with them, he would accept. He was suffering daily

e advantage of pretty women offering their services. You'd just sleep with them, collect your payment, and move on. They're not even asking you to marry them. You'

a woman for money. Before I left the village for this city, my mom advised me not to fall for any woman who wanted to make me her puppy and pay me to sleep with her. Mom always said I would lose my

ithout you doing anything for her or even touching her bag. Why would she just give you such a large sum of money like that? If it's not because sh

zing I stank and was drenched in my own sweat, she threw the money at me. So maybe you're r

re you die of poverty! Chai!! If you see another lady again who approaches you or only asks yo

at Tom and shook hi

this, then we're no longer friends," Tom glar

ut?" Peter questioned, but Tom shook his head and replied, "This isn't fraud, Peter. The ladies agree to help you move out of poverty while you warm their bed and please them. It's

eter still shook his head and r

the bench while Peter said, "I cannot become a male prostitute, Tom. Never! This conversation is over. If you want to cut me off, then fine! Do so, because I don't

tarted walking away, leaving Tom standi

ver contract job for servicing a woman!!" Tom shouted after Pet

ing a male prostitute?" Peter quest

is year, I'll be 30 years old, and yet no wife, no car, no house, and you're here receivi

er sugar boy, tell her you have a very handsome dark-skinned friend with a big rod who will servic

ed, laughing as he st

o climb onto the pavement, eager to resume his errands despite the darkness falling. His job st

heir beds for money. Life isn't fair to everyone, Peter, and we must strive hard to survive. So, I will be expecting a contract from you. I have to run alo