My Boyfriend Became a Male Escort

The day after the college entrance exam results were announced, my first love broke up with me.

His tone was cold when he said, "You couldn't even get into a top-tier university. We have no future together."

Five years later, at a family celebration party in a bar for my return to the country, I unexpectedly ran into him again.

He had become the new top male escort of the bar.

He asked me ingratiatingly, "It's been a while. Would you like to have me accompany you tonight?"

1.

"Don't be shy. In a bit, I'll order a dozen handsome men for you. You've been abroad for so long. You deserve to let loose today!"

Talia Conner, my friend, waved her hand and whispered something to the bartender.

The bartender nodded knowingly and left.

Her attitude and demeanor made me feel awkward, and I wasn't sure what to do.

I sipped my drink to hide my unease, too embarrassed to tell her that I hadn't exactly been living like a nun abroad.

I had dated a few handsome blond guys, but none of the relationships lasted long.

Perhaps that high school romance had hurt me too much, leaving me unable to fully commit to another relationship.

Or maybe I just preferred local guys?

However, this was indeed the first time I was ordering a male escort.

I decided to quietly drink and secretly look forward to it.

Before long, a flamboyantly dressed manager led a group of male escorts into the room.

"Dear guests, feast your eyes on our finest selection," he said.

Indeed, there were male escorts of all styles and looks. It was clear that a lot of thought had been put into it.

Talia nodded in satisfaction and suddenly pointed at one of the heavily made-up escorts in fishnet attire, exclaiming, "Oh my, isn't that your ex-boyfriend?"

I immediately spotted him in the crowd.

There was my first love, Nigel, the man who dumped me the day after the college entrance exam results were released.

Talia's voice was loud, and the male escorts exchanged glances, but Nigel, standing in the center, remained unfazed, even smiling at us ingratiatingly. "It's been a while, my ladies. Would you like to have me accompany you tonight?"

2

For a moment, I couldn't reconcile the flamboyantly dressed man in front of me with the image of my first love, who used to wear a white shirt and was the epitome of my youthful crush.

In my memory, Nigel never smiled like that.

During our three years in high school, he was undeniably the most handsome guy, always winning the school heartthrob contests.

He was good-looking, smart, played basketball well, and even sang beautifully.

He could be proud, gentle, and confident, but never humble or ingratiating.

Back then, his handsome features and smile were like the first rays of morning sunlight warming my heart.

Countless girls saw him as their ideal, including me.

But I was the "winner" among his many admirers, not only capturing his heart but also dating him for two and a half years.

"Alright, I'll choose you. Just you," I said, taking a deep breath and pretending to be a regular, patting the seat next to me for Nigel to sit.

Nigel cautiously sat beside me, his demeanor obedient as he asked, "What would you like to do today?"

Talia gave me a complicated look and then called over three or five more male escorts to accompany her.

Soon, they were playing all sorts of wild games, making my side feel like a library in comparison.

Not being a regular at such places, I wasn't sure what to do.

After some thought, I said, "Sing me a love song."

Hearing that, Nigel stiffened for a moment, then obediently said, "Alright, but my singing isn't very good. Are you sure you want to hear it?"

The way he spoke was getting on my nerves. I retorted sarcastically, "How could it not be good? You even won the singing competition in high school. Do you think I don't deserve to hear you sing?"

I pulled out a wad of cash from my pocket and tossed it at him, "Is this enough?"

Fortunately, having just returned to the country, I still had the habit of carrying cash, allowing me to make such a satisfying gesture.

Nigel didn't say a word, picking up the scattered bills with a compliant smile. "Alright," he said.

He bent over to select the song at the machine, the small rhinestones on his fishnet outfit sparkling under the colorful lights, making my eyes hurt.

Soon, his gentle singing voice began to fill the room.

"From now on, I won't feel lonely because you and I belong together, from dawn till dusk, in the depths of my heart"

......

His singing hadn't deteriorated much. He was clearly just brushing me off earlier.

He needed a lesson.

3.

I listened to the song, drinking one glass of wine after another.

The song was short, and he finished quickly.

He frowned and held my glass down, "Don't drink too much. Your stomach can't handle it."

I looked at his concerned expression and found it amusing, "Nigel, when you say this to me now, what role are you playing? An ex-boyfriend or a tender male escort?"

He silently withdrew his hand, and I snorted, asking him to pour me more wine.

After a long silence, he suddenly said, "I never sing this song in the bar."

So he remembered.

This song was our song.

During the New Year's gala in our first year of high school, I was thrilled to sign up to sing this song, only to be told someone else had already chosen it.

It wasn't a popular song, but it was my mom's favorite.

The gala allowed parents to attend, and I wanted to sing it for her.

Unwilling to give up, I sought out the person who had chosen it, only to find out it was Nigel.

Seeing the handsome face that had appeared in my dreams countless times, I was at a loss for words.

I stammered out my request and was about to flee when he kindly suggested, "No problem, we can form a duo and perform together."

His smile was so charming that I couldn't help but agree.

The performance was a success, and my mom was delighted, as was I.

After that, Nigel and I somehow ended up together.

The memory of the tall, sunny most popular guy in school slowly overlapped with the man in front of me, dressed in a sheer outfit and heavy makeup. My irritation intensified, and I wanted to tear this man apart.

I raised my hand and splashed the wine from my glass onto him, "Take off your clothes!"

The wine drenched him, making his already transparent outfit even more alluring. He looked at me in surprise but didn't move.

My stubbornness kicked in, and I took a swig of wine, using the alcohol as courage to start stripping his clothes, "Take them off!"

Surprisingly, the quality of the clothes was extremely easy to tear.

With a ripping sound, I tore his clothes open, revealing a large expanse of beautiful and tempting fair skin.

I saw his strong chest muscles, and enticing abs.

I swallowed hard and even reached out to touch them twice.

The feel was still so good.

Then I blacked out.

4.

According to Talia, my subsequent behavior was quite embarrassing.

First, I vomited all over Nigel, then clung to him, insisting on taking him home.

It was utterly embarrassing.

"But he said he entertains but doesn't sell himself. Who knows if that's true," Talia said gleefully. "I never thought he'd fall to being a male escort, and you still couldn't sleep with him. It was truly..."

My expression turned grim.

In high school, I naively wanted to go all the way with the most popular guy in school and boldly declared I'd go all the way within a month.

The result was a harsh slap in the face.

Nigel laughed and asked me, "You're a girl. What kind of going all the way are you trying to achieve? Study hard, and when we get into the same university, I'll consider it."

Unexpectedly, during our relationship, all I did in high school was hold hands and kiss a little, while my boyfriend mostly pushed me to study in the library.

But I was never cut out for studying, which led to my college entrance exam results being just enough for a less selective university.

Actually, on the day the exam results came out, I had already planned it all out.

I could apply to a university in the same city as him. As long as I could be close to him, the school and major didn't matter.

We could attend university in the same city, then work, and be together forever.

I even planned a graduation trip for the two of us, to his favorite seaside city, where we'd have our beautiful first time in a seaside house.

I painted a beautiful blueprint for the future and eagerly asked him out to discuss it, but his warmth suddenly vanished.

I had never seen him so cold, like a stranger.

"Vanessa, you can't even get into a good university. We have no future."

He decisively broke up with me, catching me off guard.

I wanted to save the relationship, but he blocked all my contacts, and I couldn't reach him anymore.

I cried as I prepared my application for a foreign university's preparatory class, leaving this place of heartbreak.

On countless nights in foreign lands, I always reminisced about him.

During our relationship, Nigel was a very gentle and attentive boy. When I got sleepy doing science papers, he didn't get angry. He just waited beside me until I woke up, even covering me with his clothes.

Sometimes, I'd playfully act stubborn, closing my eyes and refusing to wake up, murmuring, "Actually, I'm Sleeping Beauty, and only a prince's kiss can wake me."

If no one was around, he'd gently and swiftly peck my lips, saying helplessly, "Will this do, my Sleeping Beauty?"

I'd graciously wake up, grabbing his hand, "Ah, caught you! My prince! From now on, only I can kiss the your lips."

But now, his lips had probably been kissed by all sorts of wealthy women.

However, back then, Nigel did get into a decent prestigious university.

Even with the current poor job market for graduates, he wouldn't have to resort to being a gigolo.

5.

"He's just a blind jerk who abandoned you. I advise you not to waste too much time on him. He's fallen to being a male escort as a result of his blindness," My father lounged comfortably in his office chair, lazily advising me.

"Dad, help me this time, and I'll start working at the Murphy Group tomorrow."

"Great! You've finally come around," He immediately sat up, beaming with joy. "I always said, it's pointless for you to look for a job elsewhere. It's better to come work with me, and I can take care of you."

I felt a pang of annoyance.

Because I was kidnapped by traffickers for a few years in childhood, my father's need for control was strong. He wanted to keep an eye on me all the time.

When I studied abroad, he even worked across countries, so I had to sneak around when dating others.

After finally graduating, I wanted to be far away from him, but I couldn't escape his control.

However, Talia always said that I was spoiled and didn't know how to appreciate what I had.

"Finding a job is so hard now! You have a ready-made job, and you're still not satisfied. Oh, I almost forgot, it doesn't matter if you don't work now."

I said helplessly, "Aren't you the same? You could live off your parents' money, but you insist on starting a bar business?"

Talia laughed, "You can't put a price on my happiness. Besides, there are so many handsome guys in my bar every day!"

She was always like this, enjoying flirting with men, which was a pleasure I could never understand.

Although I had dated a few later, I never indulged too much in physical enjoyment.

In fact, looking back, the only time I truly enjoyed in a relationship was that pure first love in high school.

So pure that I got dumped for not getting into a good university.

"He must be kicking himself now," Talia comforted me. "If he knew he dumped the Murphy Group's heiress, he'd definitely beg for your forgiveness. If he married you, how could he sell his looks for money?"

I wondered whether he was really short on money.

6.

I joined in the Murphy Group as the leader of an investment project, and the team called me Vanessa.

Fortunately, I studied finance in college, so it matched well, and no one was dissatisfied.

I didn't like competing with others, so I left work on time every day and often wandered near that bar after work.