บท 1: Chapter 1 : The Billionaire's offer
Everyone is looking forward to the most important event of the evening, which will be the exotic dancer who will entertain them. They've been waiting for Agatha for a long time. She enters the stage and holds the pole in the center until a sound effect causes her to begin dancing.
She's dancing on stage in a short skirt and a bra, and her face is hidden behind a half-face mask to make her identity more mysterious. The crowd began shouting and whistling, prompting her to dance even more and become even more eager to catch their attention.
Agatha is always delighted to hear those claps; it sounds like music in her ears, causing her to perform more seductive moves. She wrapped her legs around the pole and spun slowly while erotically touching her body; she wanted their eyes only on her, and she wanted them to thirst for her body.
The VIPs in front of them were beaming because their eyes were being fed with lovely seductive entertainment. Agatha approached the man in front of her and exposed her legs; she didn't care if they saw her underwear as long as they paid her triple. She slowly removed her bra while keeping her gaze fixed on the man in the center; she threw it on his face with a grin and resumed dancing.
Her bouncy breast was visible to everyone, and she could even hear their whistling until she decided to remove her skirt and the only undergarments left on her body, which were her underwear. She twerked in front of the elderly gentleman next to her, and he spanked her buttocks. While looking at the man in the middle, she touched her body and bit her lips.
"Hello, baby."
"Hey, daddy," she said sweetly.
"You added spice to my evening. Do you want to accompany me?"
She put her finger to her lips and pretended to say, "Sorry, I have a tight schedule."
"Like how clingy you are down there?"
"You're such a joker," She kissed the old man on the cheeks "Why don't you just give me a large sum of money? Maybe I'll reconsider?"
"Of course, babe."
"I'll be patient," she winked.
Agatha was always happy to see their thirsty eyes on her; she wanted them to chase her and even treat her like a queen, but no one knew why she took this job. No one dared to ask, because she wanted to keep it a secret until her mother recovered.
She chose this job because her family's life has been unfair; her mother is ill, and her father is deeply in debt. She must work hard to pay them, or her father's life will be jeopardized. She has to return to the dressing room after an hour of dancing because her job is finished.
But just as she was about to enter the room, her manager blocked her path and dragged her into a different room. She was perplexed as to why her manager had escorted her into one of the VIP rooms.
"Please take a seat," A voice can be heard from the darkness of the room.
"Um, tell me who you are." She was curious.
The lighting in the club makes it difficult for Agatha to see his face, but she already knew he was a VIP because this is a VIP room.
"Sorry if you came here to ask me out. I'm not a prostitute, but that's another story "She elaborates.
"What makes you think I'm here to ask you out?" chuckled the young man.
"Because you're one of the VIPs, isn't it?" She shook her head.
"Yes, I was one of those guys who was watching you dance earlier."
The young man abruptly threw something on the table and leaned back against the long couch he was sitting on.
"I believe you own that," he said coldly. "Throwing your belongings in someone's face is inappropriate."
"Oh, you're that guy with the lovely green eyes?"
"How about you take a seat first, so we can get down to business?"
"I don't have all night chatting with you," Agatha exhaled deeply and crossed her arms, "so if you pay my manager just to have a little chitchat with me, sorry, but I'm out."
"You're interesting; either you're not smart enough to figure out what I need from you."
"Are you insulting me?" her brow furrowed.
"Did I offend you?" He pushed the question back at her.
"You know what, I'm not interested in the type of job you want me to offer or the type of business you want us to do, so you're wasting your time talking to me."
That was all she said before grabbing the doorknob, but she hadn't even opened it when the young man said something that shocked her. She turned around immediately, and her eyes almost popped out when he was already behind her.
Her gaze is locked on his green eyes, but this time she notices how cold and merciless they are. When he started moving, she gulped and tried to calm herself, causing her to move backward until she reached the door.
She can even detect the scented fragrance that lingers on his body. To avoid his cold green eyes, Agatha averted her gaze.
"What do you want?" she asked, not looking him in the eyes.
"I assumed you weren't interested in what I had to offer?"
"You caught me, so tell me what you want," she swallowed.
"Excellent," He takes a step back and puts his hands inside his pockets.
After he moved away from her, Agatha felt a surge of relief in her chest. She thought her breath would never come back, but it did.
"Shall we get down to business?" He said it again.
She rolled her eyes as she approached the couch and sat, causing him to turn around and stare at her. He even approached the sofa and sat opposite her.
"I'd like to correct everything you're thinking. First and foremost, I am not here to ask you out; rather, I am here to offer you a job."
"What kind of job? Slave to sex?" She inquired impolitely.
"Better than that," he smirked.
"What exactly do you mean by 'better than that?'"
"Agatha Martinez, is that your name?"
"Yes, and what's the deal with my name?"
"You have a diseased mother and a father who is in debt, so you take this disgusting job to pay your father's debt."
Agatha's pupils dilated. She had no idea how this strange guy knew about her background. As a result, she began to feel uneasy. She didn't tell anyone about the real reason she took this job, despite her best efforts to keep it a secret.
"How did you—-" she didn't finish what she was saying when a sly grin appeared on his lips.
"I'd like you to be my wife," he declared.
"What?"
She can't believe what she just heard because it's the first time she's heard a guy ask her to marry him.
"Are you insane? Do you even know who you're asking to be your wife?"
"Yes, you are qualified to be my wife," he said as he examined her from head to toe.
"Unbelievable," she scoffs.
"Consider it, Agatha. I can provide you with anything you desire. I can give you any amount of money, a luxurious life, and even pay for your mother's treatment and your father's debt."
Those words ring a bell: money, treatment, and debt. Everything is familiar. She knew it would be beneficial to their lives, but dealing with the devil was not easy; thus, she had to choose wisely.
"You can even quit your job and become my wife. After all, you will become wealthy overnight, Agatha."
"I'm not sure..."
"Think about your family, especially your mother."
"I...," she stuttered, "really don't know..."
He senses that she is having second thoughts to his offer, and he decides to give her more time to consider it because he knows Agatha will not refuse what he offers. He got up on the long couch and walked over to the door, but he came to a halt before grabbing the doorknob.
"If you're not already decided, you can think about it until tomorrow night. You already know where to find me."
That was all he said before leaving the room, leaving Agatha behind. She leaned back on the couch and took a deep breath. She had to make a wise decision or else she would regret it, which she didn't want to happen.
She looked at the door, where the young man had just walked out. She clenches her fist and then averts her gaze.
"Consider his offer, Agatha. He can provide you with the luxurious lifestyle you've always desired, and he can even pay for your mother's treatment "She thought to herself.
"This is the answer to your dream, so don't throw it away," she said quietly.
Since then, she wished for a normal adolescent life, but fate had other plans. She sat comfortably because she had already made up her mind: she wanted to resume her normal life, and perhaps now was the time to begin.
"Perhaps it's not so difficult after all."
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