The Billionaire in a Hard Hat

Summary

During the year my social anxiety was at its worst, I decided to keep a rugged construction worker.

Every time I asked him to stay the night, I was a nervous wreck.

"E-excuse me, are you free tonight to... do that?"

He leaned down and took a bite of my burning red cheek.

"That? That'll cost extra."

"N-no problem."

I nodded eagerly.

Until I unexpectedly went bankrupt and decided to let him go with a heavy heart.

The rugged man, smoking his post-coital cigarette, listened to me, then casually handed me a Centurion Black Card.

"Take it. Keep paying for me."