Chapter 2
Some clients did have… unusual requests. And my hands were, admittedly, very skilled. It wasn’t long before I’d earned the nickname ‘Golden
Fingers.‘ If it were just guys joking around, it might be something to brag about. But when that name became linked to my profession, it was nothi-
ng but pure humiliation.
And a patron? Why would she use that word? A patron was someone who frequented a brothel. In modern terms, it was the top–spending fan who
could sleep with a streamer anytime he wanted.
So that’s what I was in her eyes now. Utterly debased.
“I offered myself to you once, and you refused,” she said, her voice a low challenge. “Do you dare refuse me now?”
She had, in fact, thrown herself at me once.
It was the night I had publicly declared that I wouldn’t even give her the chance to climb into my bed.
I had been out drinking. The girl who dropped me off had even pointed a finger in Sofia’s face and sneered, “You’re just a dog. You don’t even have the right to get into his bed.”
Sofia had simply taken my drunken form from her, calmly shut the door, and said nothing.
Though I was drunk, a bit of liquid courage made me mumble, “Don’t listen to her. I just… I think you’re too good to be with me because of money.”
Sofia didn’t reply. She just helped me to the bed. As she always did, she brought a basin of water and knelt to wash my feet. It wasn’t because ! demanded it, or because she was trying to suck up to me. It was simply the most comfortable position for the task.
Then she got another basin of water, changed my clothes, and began to wipe down my body. I tried to refuse, but she silently continued.
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Then, she said softly, “You say I shouldn’t be with you for money. But what if I like you, Jason?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I scoffed, my words a betrayal of my own heart. “Who would fall for a notorious scumbag?” Then I delivered the killing blow.
“Besides, I just slept with someone before I came home. I don’t have the energy to play with you tonight.”
After I said that, Sofia turned and fled the room.
Thinking back on my self–proclaimed nobility, I felt like a fool. I should have just done everything I wanted to do back then.
Sofia’s voice cut through my thoughts. “Jason, have you gone mute?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
A derisive laugh escaped her. “Jason, where’s your pride? The pride that made you reject me even when I threw myself at you? Didn’t you tell
everyone I was just a dog you kept, that you wouldn’t even give me the privilege of climbing into your bed?”
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