Don't Annoy My Boss Daddy

"Brandon, what do you mean by this!"

I stared at Brandon angrily and questioned him coldly. Was he doubting my virginity? Was I such an indecent woman in his eyes?

But thinking about it, it made sense. If I were a decent woman, why would I seduce him, and have sex with him over and over again? I was really a sl*t.

"Right now, hymen repair surgeries are not expensive anymore, and it's very effective. It's can be exactly the same as the first time."

Brandon stared at me thoughtfully like he was implying something with his words.

After hearing this, I became even angrier. Why was this man so narrow-minded? And why does he always think so lowly of others?

Although I did have ulterior motives when I approached him this time, he didn't have to insult me like this!

Last time, at the bar, it was really my first time having sex. How did this man even think of hymen repair surgeries? Who knew he had such an ugly personality under his handsome facade. "Brandon, don't force your filthy thoughts on others. I know that I am an easy woman in your heart, but let me tell you, if I didn't need this money, I wouldn't have come to you!"

I said these words angrily. As I said this, my tears pooled in my eyes, but I tried hard not to let them flow out.

Seeing my tears, the expression on Brandon's face froze. He frowned slightly and then sat up. He took out a chequebook from his pocket and wrote a few words.

Seeing this scene, my heart was in my mouth. Was he really going to lend me the 200,000 dollars?

After signing the check, Brandon handed it to me. I was delighted and immediately reached out to take it.

But before my hand touched the check, he took it back. I stared at Brandon with some anger. Was he playing with me? He already wrote the check, but he didn't give it to me! "I can give you 200,000 dollars, but I have a condition."

Just as I was about to question him, Brandon spoke again. I could clearly see a scheming look in his eyes.

I had already foreseen that he would never give me 200,000 dollars so easily. People like him would never do a loss deal.

"What condition? I'll do it if it's in my power to do so."

I didn't have any other choice now. As long as it wasn't murder or arson, I had to agree, because my father was waiting for the money for the operation. I couldn't delay any longer. "Be my woman!" Brandon looked into my eyes and said seriously.

Shocked, I widened my eyes and stared at him in disbelief. "What did you just say?"

"Specifically, be my lover. You have to be on call whenever I need you, and you cannot reject my advances."

Brandon's words hit me like a basin of cold water. It turned out that he wanted me to be his f*ck buddy.

"Do I have any other choices?"

I looked into Brandon's eyes and asked with some embarrassment.

"Yes!"

"What choice?"

I looked at Brandon in surprise, hoping that he could change his condition and become his f*ck buddy. I really didn't want to agree to such a condition.

"You can leave without this 200,000 dollars!"

Brandon looked at me coldly. He didn't give me any other choice.

I had no choice but to agree to be his f*ck buddy.

"Fine."

After struggling for a long time, I saw that Brandon was about to put away the check, so I immediately spoke.

I could only get the 200,000 dollars if I agreed to his conditions. If I didn't agree, my father's surgery fee would be gone.

Seeing that I had agreed, the corners of Brandon's mouth curled into a satisfied smile. He then threw the check in front of me.

Picking up the check of 200,000 dollars, I became a little excited and carefully put the check in my bag.

"Now tell me what you want 200,000 dollars for."

Brandon saw how careful I was when I put the check away and asked again.

I told him about my father's illness. I didn't hide anything, because there was no need to hide anything from him. Moreover, even if I lied to him, he could easily investigate me. Hearing my explanation, Brandon frowned slightly and stopped making things difficult for me. He stood up and slowly put on his clothes.

Seeing this, I put on my clothes as well, picked up my bag, and prepared to leave. Since he was done, there was no need for me to stay. "Wait for me. I'll send you back."

Just as I was about to head for the door, Brandon stopped me.

Actually, I didn't really want to spend more time with him. The thought of being f*ck buddies with him was almost unbearable.

Sitting in Brandon's car, I felt uncomfortable and said nothing to him. I turned to look out of the window.

"Where do you stay now?"

Just when the atmosphere was stiff to the extreme, Brandon spoke first.

"I'm living in my friend's apartment right now, and her address is xxxx."

I didn't have my own address now, so I could only tell him Evie's place.

"It's not convenient if you stay with your friend. I'll get you a house."

Hearing that I'm staying at a friend's house, Brandon frowned, looking a little dissatisfied.

"No... No need. I'm fine at my friend's house. You don't need to prepare a house for me."

I thought that Brandon was treating me as his f*ck buddy. These rich people were typically generous to their lovers or their sexual partners and would give out houses easily.

But I didn't want that. I approached him this time for money, but it was just for my father's medical fees. I wouldn't accept anything more.

But it seemed that Brandon had thought too much. His next explanation made me a little annoyed. We were just casual sexual partners, why would he be nice to me?

"I think it's inconvenient for me if you're living in your friend's house. Am I supposed to go to your friend's house if I want to have sex with you?"

He had always spoken straightforwardly in front of me. He did not blush even if he said something like that. I really wondered how this man's skin could be so thick.

"I'll find a place to live. You don't have to worry about it. But it's going to take a few days, I just found a new job and I haven't gotten my salary yet."

I said this with an awkward expression.

After I said that, Brandon didn't say anything more. He just frowned.

He handed his phone to me and I looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"Your phone number! Do you expect me to wait around for you to stage a coincidental meeting?"