




Chapter 3 His "Weirdness"
That night at Scarlet Bar, the music was blasting, and colorful lights flashed everywhere. Dancers were giving it their all, twisting around the poles.
Dressed in a bunny costume, Layla was serving drinks, tempted by the hundred bucks an hour despite swearing off bars that morning.
The outfit's neckline was low, and she kept adjusting it.
Suddenly, a hand touched her waist from behind. Startled, she turned to see a greasy man grinning at her. "Hey, beautiful, have a drink with me?"
"I'm just a waitress," Layla said, quickly walking away.
The manager handed her a bottle of blue liquor encrusted with diamonds. "Be careful with this. It's worth a million dollars."
'A million dollars for a drink? Seriously?'
Layla held it carefully.
"Table 2, hurry up."
Two very handsome men were sitting in the booth, both dressed in expensive clothes. Especially the one on the right, who looked like a cold emperor.
Layla froze. It was him! The male prostitute from that morning!
She took a deep breath, feeling her scalp tingle. 'How did he get here? Are the two with him his colleagues? He earned money as a male prostitute to come to the club and have fun with a female prostitute. What kind of world is this?'
"Manager, can you send someone else? I..."
"Get going, don't keep the guests waiting," the manager said, pushing her before she could finish.
Layla had no choice but to go over, hoping the dim lighting and her mask would keep her from being recognized.
"I heard someone saw you at K last night. Your second brother is really going all out to kick you out of the Holland family," Joseph, with his trendy hair color, said to Samuel while holding a beauty in his arms.
"I'll make him regret it," Samuel sneered.
"Sir, your drink," Layla said softly, kneeling to open the bottle.
A familiar scent caught Samuel's attention. He glanced at the "little bunny" on the ground. She seemed familiar.
Layla, nervous, almost dropped the bottle. A hand steadied it just in time.
Cold sweat broke out on Layla's back. 'Thank goodness it didn't break; I couldn't afford it even if I sold myself.'
She looked up to say thank you but met a pair of cold eyes and quickly looked down.
'Did he recognize me?'
Samuel felt those eyes were familiar. Pure, amber-colored pupils, long lashes, easily frightened.
"Opening a bottle this slowly, are you planning to make us wait until tomorrow?" Joseph teased.
"Right away," Layla gritted her teeth, finally hearing a "pop" as the cork came out.
Layla sighed in relief.
Her lips were quite distinctive, with a cute peak.
Samuel remembered the sweet, pink lips from last night.
It was her-Layla.
He didn't expect to run into her here.
"Miss, if you're this nervous opening a bottle, what would you do if you had to serve Mr. Holland in bed? Would you cry?" Joseph laughed wickedly.
"Who would serve him," Layla muttered, her ears turning blushed.
Samuel grabbed her chin, staring into her eyes, and said coldly, "We've met before."
'Did he recognize me?' Layla's hand shook in fear, spilling the drink all over Samuel's pants.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She quickly grabbed some napkins to wipe his pants.
Seeing her panic, Samuel "kindly" decided not to expose her. The soft, weak complaints from last night echoed in his ears, making him feel hot all over.
As Layla wiped, she noticed something "weird."
'Why was his crotch bulging?'