One Night Stand With The Billionaire CEO

gh he was nearly thirty, he maintained an excellent physique. His broad shoulders and well-defined muscles shone in a golden tan, even

ansion has doubled from the time when my mom handed it to me. But I don't think all the credits go to me. My mom played an indisputable role. She was the most famous streetwalker in the red-light district in the 1980s. She was not only beautiful but also talented. She could join a man in their bedroom endeavors and also provide advice on life and work. This differentiated her from an average streetwalker and laid a solid material and network foundation for the establishment of Pearl's Mansion. However, my mom was very laid-back, just like her sudden capricious desire to transform from a streetwalker to Madam Rosewood and establish Pearl's Mansion. After she met her lover, she decided to entrust the Mansion to seventeen-year-old me. However, it's against the law for minors to do this kind of work. So, my mom endured for a year and made the managerial rights of the mansion my eighteenth birthday present. Even now, I remember the moment when the clock struck midnight, as my mom threw the transfer contract onto the head of my bed, the relief on her face. When I returned to the mansion, most of the girls had already rested. Those on duty were on external assignments, and those not on duty had gone home. Only Anna was sitting at the bar counter, casually listening to music and drinking, since she had an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo and missed a good opportunity. Anna and I have a good relationship. When she saw me come back, she immediately approached me sneakily. "Hey! I heard you were taken away by Xavier Ashford last night?" I gave a nod, there's no need to deny these types of things. Anne clapped his hands with gusto, "Wow! Evelyn Quinn, the red-braised pork that all the wealthy ladies and young mistresses in our capital swoon over has finally landed in your bowl!" I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his comment, "Are you trying to laugh me to death so you can inherit the Pearl's mansion? It was merely a one-night stand, you are overthinking." What he said was actually quite accurate - all the ladies in the capital were indeed secretly admiring Xavier Ashford because he was simply exceptional. As the second son of the revered Ashford family and the grandson of General Dawson Ashford, endowed with alluring looks and elegant stature, Xavier Ashford was a man with irresistible charm, from his hair strands to the toe tips. But that doesn't include me. For me, this man was just a passing-by customer. Admittedly, a special one, given I had lost my virginity to him. I'm not in love with him. I am merely a hostess in a nightclub, and he is the cream of the crop. I knew it was never going to be possible for us. Again, Anne sneakily edged closer to me with a m