The man placed his hand on her head, keeping her at a distance away. She couldn’t reach him even if she waved her hands wildly.

He stared at her coolly like she was nothing but a clown. “Get the facts right. You were the one who requested my service. It was consensual. You make it seem like I had raped you.”

Charlotte bristled. “You’re an unprofessional gigolo! You didn’t even put on a condom when you served your client. F*ck you! You deserve to be castrated!”

“Mm?” The man’s gaze turned dangerous. “Did you get pregnant?”

Charlotte stiffened at his question. Her babies flashed across her mind. Yes, I got...