Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 26 Greedy and Lustful

"Ah!" Sadie cradled her head, tears streaming from the throbbing pain.

Micah's lips twisted into a triumphant smirk. "Go on. What's next with your boss?"

"It hurts so much! It's killing me..." Sadie choked back her sobs, her voice quivering with distress. "Are you getting back at me for last night? I know I was wrong..."

"Where exactly did you go wrong?" Micah inquired, his tone detached.

"I shouldn't have handed you over to those rich ladies," Sadie confessed. "Thankfully, you managed to escape. Otherwise, you could have really been crushed under their weight. That would have been tragic!" "Not to that extreme," Micah shot back, his tone icy and sharp.

"Not extreme? The three of them together could have flattened you with their combined weight," Sadie said as if a newfound sense of morality had dawned on her. "If you were gone, who would help me share in their wealth? From now on, I won't force you into such situations. We'll save up gradually, little by little..."

"Glad to see you have a shred of conscience left!" Micah remarked, a hint of approval in his icy demeanor.

"How much does your sugar mama lavish on you each month?" Sadie pried, her curiosity getting the better of her. "She's even letting you drive such a fancy car. She must be very generous to you, right?" Micah felt a sense of foreboding. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," Sadie said, her voice tinged with hesitancy. "Is it in the thousands?"

Micah chose to ignore her.

"10,000 dollars?" Sadie ventured another guess.

Micah's frown deepened.

"1,000 dollars?" Sadie's anxiety was palpable. "She can't be that stingy, can she?"

"What do you want?"

"Remember our contract?" Sadie inched closer, a sly smile playing on her lips. "It stipulates that you have to give me half of your earnings for the first three months. And those earnings aren't just from the nightclub..." "I should have known it!" Micah's eyes narrowed into slits. "You're greedy and lustful! It's in your blood..."

He shouldn't have let his guard down with her.

When she sold him out to those women, he'd been filled with loathing, vowing to teach her a harsh lesson this very morning.

But her messages throughout the night had been brimming with what seemed like genuine remorse. And the nightclub manager had informed him that she'd been waiting for him from dusk till dawn.

So, he found himself going to the nightclub to see the truth for himself. He'd witnessed her in a tussle with several women, all vying for "him," and once again, he'd intervened to save her.

He had thought she had truly repented, but it turned out she was just angling for him to keep making money for her, endlessly.

"This is what our agreement says," Sadie panicked, sensing his rising anger. She quickly clutched his arm and wheedled, "Actually, having a sugar mama isn't so bad. Financial security is better than toiling away at the nightclub... But if you do both, you could rake in even more money..."

She rambled on, completely unaware that Micah's expression was growing darker by the second.

"You could get a few rich women to sponsor you. If one gives you 50,000 dollars a month, then with ten, that's half a million dollars. That means I could get 50,000 dollars a month, then with ten, that's half a million. That means I could get 250,000 dollars-"

Before she could finish, Micah suddenly reached out, gripping the back of her head. He pulled her towards him, his voice as cold as the abyss. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Huh?" Sadie was taken aback, her nerves jangling. They were barely an inch apart, and she could feel his breath, sense the predatory intensity radiating from him.

The air between them crackled with tension, and the atmosphere turned dangerous.

Sadie had a sinking feeling and hastily apologized, "Don't be mad. I was just making a suggestion. If you think my request is too steep, we could go 40% and 60%. I'll take the smaller cut, and you keep the bigger share..." Micah pinched her chin, his thumb stroking her lips, his eyes flashing with danger. "Looks like you're not having enough bad luck today!"

"30% and 70%?" Sadie blurted out, desperation creeping into her voice. "Certainly not 20% and 80%!"

"What? Get lost!" Micah's voice was a snarl.

She quickly shut her mouth, her heart racing as she wondered if she had angered him.

The Aston Martin sped down the road at high speed, and the cold wind blasted into the car.

Sadie was on the verge of tears and almost reaching her breaking point. The chill in the air only added to her growing sense of despair. 'It is so cold!' she thought to herself. 'Why are men so cruel?! 'From the sadistic boss during the day to the ruthless male escort at night, they're all the same!'

"Don't be angry..." Sadie tried to plead for mercy.

Micah coldly let go of her, tossing her out of the car, and sped away without so much as a backward glance, leaving her standing amidst a swirling cloud of dust.