novelraw Chapter 291 - 292: Lose and Become a Male Escort
Chapter 291 - 292: Lose and Become a Male Escort
Chapter 291: Chapter 292: Lose and Become a Male Escort
"It’s your turn."
"Alright."
Adrian Desmond stepped forward and took a swing, his posture elegant and standard, with excellent control of his strength. The ball always landed precisely where he intended.
As the ball landed, Mike exclaimed, "Cool!"
Adrian raised his club, and the caddy hurried over to take it. Adrian then said, "Shall we make a bet? Playing like this is no fun."
"Alright."
"What shall we bet?"
"If you lose, you’ll work for my wife for five years; if I lose, I’ll work for you for ten years! How about it?" Adrian proposed the wager.
Mike wasn’t surprised by Adrian’s words. Before his arrival, Adrian had already explained his reason for the invitation: Sienna Johnson’s Eastminster Pharmaceutical Factory needed a manager. Mike, having always worked in multinational corporations, had little interest in such a small, local enterprise.
He had come primarily because of Adrian’s invitation, intending to make a token appearance, go through the motions, and then find an excuse to decline the offer.
"You’re betting yourself? Aren’t you afraid of losing?" Mike laughed.
Adrian is really going all out for this Sienna Johnson, Mike thought. He glanced over at Sienna again; it was obvious she was surprised too.
Adrian truly used every trick in the book to pursue women, and Mike was happy to assist his friend. He said, "Adrian, if you lose, I’ll sell you as a male escort at a nightclub. With your looks and physique, you’ll make a fortune in a year."
"That’s something you’d have to ask my wife," Adrian said, turning to Sienna. "What do you think?"
Mike playfully chimed in, "Sis-in-law, if I win against Adrian later, let’s sell him to a nightclub as a male escort! We’ll split the money we make fifty-fifty."
Sienna didn’t know how to respond. As the game—and the bet—began, she found herself growing incredibly nervous. This is too much! Who makes bets like this? What if Adrian actually loses and has to become a male escort?
"It’s your turn."
"Ah..." Sienna, who had been lost in thought, was startled.
Adrian gently patted her backside and said, "Play well. If I lose, Mike will genuinely sell me to a nightclub."
"My golf game isn’t good. Why involve me? You two should just play your match."
"Mike’s golf game isn’t as good as mine. If you weren’t involved, he wouldn’t compete against me. Essentially, the key to winning or losing this game is you. Our victory hinges on your performance."
"Is it really okay to put so much pressure on me?"
"I believe in you!"
"..."
"Do your best! I really don’t want to serve other women!"
Sienna wasn’t very good at golf; she was more of a showpiece player. But her posture was impeccable, as she had been taught by the best domestic players, a courtesy of Pauline Briggs.
"What are you nervous about?" Adrian asked as he walked over to her, noticing her tense body and her hesitation to swing the club.
"Aren’t I allowed to be afraid of losing?" Sienna retorted irritably.
"Haha, I knew you couldn’t bear to part with me." Adrian kissed her cheek and said, "Relax. Even if you drag me down a bit, Mike still won’t stand a chance against me."
Mike interjected, "With Sis-in-law as an unknown variable, it’s hard to say."
Sienna became even more nervous. She knew worrying wouldn’t help now; all she could do was give it her all. She took a deep breath, focusing all her concentration on the upcoming shot. She swung the club. The ball soared, then landed. A good shot.
"Not bad," Adrian applauded.
Mike’s smile looked a bit forced. "Sis-in-law, were you just pretending earlier? That swing of yours... it was almost at a professional level."
"Luck, just luck," Sienna explained, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.
It really was just luck; she hadn’t expected to play so well.
After a few more shots, with Sienna consistently playing exceptionally well, even Adrian looked at her with a hint of suspicion. "Were you genuinely trying to mislead Mike earlier?"
The contrast in her performance was stark. Initially, she seemed like a mere ornament, but now she played flawlessly.
"I really was..."
Mike cut in, "Don’t tell me it’s luck again. Your luck is way too good today."
"Hehe..." Sienna chuckled, unsure what else to say. She had just kept telling herself that she couldn’t lose, and she truly hadn’t expected to play every shot so well.
"Go take a break. I’ll handle the rest," Adrian said.
"Okay."
Sienna left.
In the service area, Sienna requested a drink from a waiter. She avoided a group of women animatedly discussing their shopping experiences for designer brands in Olkgan and Avrupa. Finding a secluded lounge chair in the indoor resting area, she lay down. As she stared at the bright light filtering through the transparent glass ceiling, her eyelids grew heavy, and she drifted off to sleep.
However, with matters weighing on her mind, her sleep was fitful. In a state of being half-asleep and half-awake, she felt something light settle over her. Reluctantly prying open an eye, she saw a light, checkered air-conditioning blanket covering her. Looking up, her gaze met Adrian’s figure...
Remembering she was still on the golf course, she lost all desire to sleep.
At that moment, a burst of applause erupted from the golf course. Adrian had apparently just made an excellent play—a beautiful hole-in-one, significantly widening his lead.
Sienna grabbed a bottle of water and walked over to Adrian. He was parched, and upon seeing the water in her hand, he took it and drank a large gulp.
"I’ve already drunk from it..." Too late; Adrian had already taken a drink.
"I’ve tasted all your saliva, so what difference does it make if you’ve drunk from it?"
Mike rubbed his nose, feigning ignorance. Sienna blushed but didn’t argue. If she dwelled on this, knowing Adrian’s personality, he would likely make a big deal of it in front of Mike, wanting to sort out every last detail, and she would be the one left mortified.
On the final hole, Adrian won against Mike by an undeniable margin.
"’Lucky in love, unlucky at gambling’—that’s how the saying usually goes. Why are you so fortunate in both, Adrian?" Mike lamented, his spirits sinking at the thought of being stuck in this godforsaken place for five years.
"You brat, cut the nonsense! A bet’s a bet, so admit your defeat! In a few days, report to the company like a good boy."
"..."
"And I’m telling you, work hard and earn money for my wife. If you don’t earn enough, I’ll sell you to a nightclub to entertain clients."
Talk about instant karma! Mike thought, looking in anguish at the couple before him. "You two definitely ganged up to trick me!"
Sienna smiled sincerely, her face a picture of pure innocence. "I really don’t know how to play golf."
"I’ve already lost; stop messing with me!" Like hell anyone would believe you don’t know how to play!
He should have known. The woman Adrian had set his sights on was definitely no pushover. His brain must have been waterlogged to be fooled by Sienna’s innocent face.
"We’re leaving. You enjoy yourself," Adrian said.
"Hey, where are you two going?"
"To bed!"