Chapter 5 Let's Have Sex Again

In the Time Cafe.

The man and the woman sat at a table and lapsed into dead silence.

Michelle narrowed her eyes at the man sitting opposite her. She wished she could burn Gerard with her intent gaze.

Gerard, on the other hand, sipped from his coffee unhurriedly.

He was wearing a well-tailored black suit today. Every detail of the suit complemented his figure, giving him a powerful, boss-like vibe. It was almost as though... Well, Gerard didn't look like a gigolo at all.

Michelle couldn't help but drink in his angular features, perfectly chiseled face, and sexy thin lips...

As she looked at him, she vaguely remembered him kissing every inch of her body- even her most private part...

That was a night full of passion and animal-like wildness.

Did this man usually serve his clients like this?

Michelle shook her head. Of course, he did. It was his job to serve women in all kinds of ways.

Have you seen enough? Gerard suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. The smile on his face told Michelle that he really enjoyed being stared at by her.

He knew that his charm was irresistible!

Michelle's face turned as red as a tomato and her chest heaved.

I don't even want to look at you. Michelle turned her head aside and looked into the distance instead.

Look at me if you want to. I won't charge you for that, Gerard said indifferently, taking another sip of coffee.

Speaking of money, Michelle came back to her senses and swallowed. "Did I not give you enough money that day? I didn't mean to underpay you. It's just, at the time, I only had a bit of money on me. How much do you need? I can pay you."

As Michelle spoke, she started rummaging through her bag for her wallet.

A flicker of anger flashed in Gerard's eyes. He laughed dryly and asked, "Your ex-husband... left you with a lot of money?"

A shiver ran down Michelle's spine and her hair stood on end. Did this man want to blackmail her?

She immediately became serious and shook her head firmly. "Not that much money."

She quickly took out a few bank notes and put them in front of the man. "This should be enough. Now leave me alone. I don't want to see you again."

With a contemptuous sneer, Gerard fished his phone out of his pocket. After a few seconds, he held it up in front of Michelle.

There was something I wanted to show you.

When Michelle's eyes landed on the picture on the screen, her heart leaped to her throat.

In the photo, she was clinging to Gerard and biting his nipple like a wild cat!

Plus, countless hickeys littered the skin on her back!

In a fit of panic, she reached out to snatch the phone from Gerard, but he was too fast for her. "You look good in this photo," he teased evilly.

You bastard! How dare you take pictures of me without my consent? Michelle growled in a low voice, glaring murderously at the man seated across her. "Delete it! Now!"

Judging from the mischievous glint in the man's eyes, she knew that she was in trouble!

Gerard coughed lightly. "I can delete it, but you have to promise me one thing."

You- Michelle gritted her teeth. This gigolo was more difficult to deal with than she thought. "Okay. How much money do you want? Just tell me!"

She figured that this man had only come here to blackmail her.

Forget about the money. I don't need it. Gerard waved his hand dismissively. Then, his eyes flashed dangerously. "What I want is you. Let's have sex again."

Shame on you! Angry beyond belief, Michelle nearly slapped him across his handsome face.

She shook her head violently, on the brink of going crazy. Having sex with this man was a huge mistake!

It was said that a good-looking woman couldn't be trusted, but now Michelle thought that a good-looking man was way worse!

You're not a married woman anyway. It doesn't matter if you have sex with me. Gerard glanced at Michelle indifferently.

But...

Michelle still felt that something was off.

She opened her mouth to say something but then her phone started to ring.

Looking at the familiar number on the screen, Michelle's face clouded over and she bit her lower lip slightly.

What? Michelle demanded upon answering the phone. Over the past few years, the Greenwood family had rarely contacted Michelle. The only reason why they contacted her now was probably because of the divorce.

Oh, relax, will you? If Grandpa hadn't asked me to call you, I wouldn't have talked to you. Have dinner here tonight. Paula Greenwood's impatient, shrill voice sounded from the other end of the line, which sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Michelle.

Whatever. Without waiting for a response, Michelle hung up the phone.

She looked up at Gerard, annoyance written all over her face. "There's something I need to deal with, so I have to leave now. Let's talk about this later. I hope you won't spread my photos in the meantime. Or else, I'll sue you. I mean it!"

As she spoke, Michelle packed up her things and rushed out hurriedly.