It was like a business deal. Both parties needed to be willing. If not, even a goddess wouldn’t interest .
I set her aside and poured myself a drink, feeling extrely dissatisfied.
In the end, it was because I lacked money. If I had money, I would use it to make her willingly loosen her belt, kneel down, and worship .
The fact that I could hold Lucy in the Emperor’s Private Room was all thanks to Edward and George. I was well aware of that.
I wanted to max out my credit card, slap her face with the money, and ask her if she would sleep with . It would feel great, but what about afterwards?
"William, stop drinking. I..."
"Lucy, I can handle my drink alone. You don’t need to serve . Rest assured, I won’t disclose our agreent," I said coldly.
Lucy’s expression was extrely complex. She gritted her teeth, stood up, grabbed my hand, and said, "You don’t believe , do you? I’ll prove it to you right now!"
As she spoke, she dragged into a small private room.
Behind us, Edward and George chuckled strangely. "William, teach this sex maniac a lesson!"
As the door closed, the room fell considerably quieter. The previously loud voices had made my head spin, but now I felt a bit more sober.
"Why did you bring in here?"
I furrowed my brow and said, "Didn’t I say I’m not interested anymore? You don’t need to prove anything."
Lucy remained silent, walked up to , looked up, and said, "William, don’t you like ? Then today, I’ll grant your wish!"
"I’m in this line of work out of necessity. I have no other choice. I know my insistence on staying clean is a joke here, but if I give up on that, I’m truly lost."
"However, with your arrival today, I understand and despair. It’s better to let you have your way than those old n!"
With those words, her red dress slipped from her fragrant shoulders. At that mont, my mind went blank!
Was this for real?
She crossed her arms over her chest, tears streaming down. "What’s wrong? Isn’t this what you wanted?"
To say I wasn’t moved would be a lie.
Lucy’s looks and figure were top-notch, and now, seeing her so upfront, the beast within also erged instantly.
But her tear-streaked face and words pierced my heart like a thorn.
I couldn’t deny that I wanted to take her now, fulfilling the dream in my heart. However, at this point, my feet felt rooted to the ground, unable to move. I admit I desired her, fulfilling my dream, but the damn pretense and so-called morality restrained .
I sighed softly, walked over, and pulled up her skirt, saying, "I’m sorry. I’ve had too much to drink and lost my mind. Please don’t take it to heart."
After saying that, I cursed myself internally for being so stubborn and knew I would regret it deeply tomorrow.
"William, thank you."
She rushed into my arms, tears wetting my clothes. I felt a bit awkward; what was supposed to be a sex maniac movie turned into a lodrama. I really brought this upon myself!
With a bitter smile, I hugged her, gently patting her back to comfort her, but she cried harder.
Damn, was there a problem with offering comfort too?
A few minutes later, she cald down. I pulled her to sit on the bed and lit a cigarette. "So, tell , what happened?"
Damn. I really didn’t want to ask this, but since I’m a good person, I had to get to the bottom of it, right?
She wiped her tears. "Half a year ago, my father was put under investigation and sentenced to ten years. My mother couldn’t handle the pressure, had a ntal breakdown, and jumped off a building. She’s now paralyzed from the waist down. My brother was in a car accident and is now in a wheelchair. My job at the company barely covers the expenses."
"Every day, it’s at least a thousand bucks, totaling thirty thousand a month. I didn’t want to be soone’s mistress, so I took on a part-ti job through a colleague’s introduction."
She spoke so simply, but I couldn’t help but sigh deeply. She had once been so proud, but now she was so desperate.
As she described it, it was truly despairing.
"Why don’t you open a dance training center since you’re such a good dancer?"
"No money," she said with a bitter smile. "And my father had offended many people in the past. They were the ones who caused the accident that injured my brother. I can’t draw too much attention to myself, or else it’s over for my mom and brother."
"With your family in such a state, won’t they go to extres?"
"I can’t take that risk," she said, looking helpless.
"But this isn’t a solution in the long run." I exhaled a puff of smoke. "In this kind of place, it’s inevitable to compromise eventually, enjoy a couple of years of youth, and then what? Marry a decent person?"
"That doesn’t sound like you," I said.
I believed most of what she said. Just based on her circumstances, earning tens of thousands a month as a mistress would be quite easy.
Being soone’s lover is still better than being a prostitute for many.
But she didn’t choose that path, which spoke volus.
"I don’t know. The future seems bleak. I’ve lost all my pride, and life has worn down to the point where I can’t breathe."
She took the cigarette from my mouth. "Maybe one day I won’t be able to hold on anymore and will jump from a tall building with my mom and brother."
I lit another cigarette, and a sudden idea ford in my mind.
"How much money would it take to open a dance training center now?" I asked.
"I’ve never done it," she shook her head and continued, "But I had a rough idea. Around a hundred thousand would suffice for a small studio. The main expenses are venue rental and labor costs, and the work is usually done in partnership with friends."
"Most have a changing room and a practice room."
"A mid-sized one needs at least twenty thousand, including a changing room, practice room, and a cleaning room. Plus, advertising and hiring teachers cost another thirty thousand. Renovation brings it up to forty thousand."
"The costs can go higher. The dance training center I used to attend covered an area of 1,500 square ters and had a great location. The annual rent alone was one to two million, not to ntion labor costs. It’s impossible to start without five to six million dollars."
I was amazed at how expensive it was to open a dance training center.
"What if I opened a dance studio and hired you? Would you co?" I asked.
"If I were to open a dance training center, would you co if I invited you?"
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