The Arrogant Mrs. CEO

CHAPTER 3

Tom looked at Peter in shock. "I don't believe you," he said, continuing to stand in front of Peter. Peter smiled, noting the surprised look of disbelief on Tom's face.

"It's okay if you don't believe me, but that's the truth, Tom. I didn’t sleep with any woman for money," Peter said. Tom crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Peter in awe as night fell.

"The truth is, there was this beautiful young lady I saw today. She was struggling to carry her nylon bag, and I offered to help her, but she refused and said that I stank. And guess what?" Peter looked at Tom, who stood speechless in front of him in the closed shop.

"She opened her red purse and threw a $100 bill at me, just like that. She said I should get some new clothes because I stink," Peter said, shaking his head at the memory.

"What?! Just like that?" Tom asked, finally walking over to sit beside Peter on the bench. But Peter shifted away from his friend again, surprising Tom, who laughed and said, "Wait, Peter! Just because you bought new clothes, now you're avoiding me? Really?"

Tom wasn't annoyed. Peter chuckled as he stood up and looked back at Tom, who was now seated on the bench. "What did you expect from me, Tom? That I'd sit with you and let you soak me with sweat?"

Tom frowned in silence as he saw that Peter was serious. Peter continued, "I was just telling you that I was insulted by this pretty lady, and you thought it was a joke that she just gave me money like that. Well, it's not."

Peter looked away instead of sitting back beside Tom. Tom said, "It's okay, Peter. I believe you now."

Tom knew that Peter was a handsome man, attractive enough that most ladies shamelessly approached him and tried to woo him. However, Peter always refused.

Tom had even seen some women offer cash to Peter for a night in bed, but Peter clearly rejected such proposals, stating he could not sleep with a woman for money. Tom couldn’t understand why.

They were poor and couldn’t afford rent in the city. Although Tom knew that Peter had graduated from a well-renowned university thanks to his parents, he hadn’t been able to find a good job, and his previous friends, who were fraudsters, had driven him away. Peter also didn’t want to return to the village and face his parents empty-handed.

Tom thought that if he were in Peter's position, with all the offers from different ladies asking him out for just a one-night stand, he would accept. He was suffering daily, and he wasn't a graduate either; it would be hard for him to find a better job in the city.

Tom sat and stared at Peter for a while before shaking his head. "You're indeed a lucky man, Peter. But a lot of men in your shoes would be taking advantage of these pretty ladies offering their services. You could sleep with them, collect your p*****t, and then move on. It's not like they’re asking you to marry them. You’re really missing out, man! Honestly, if I were you and getting all these proposals from at least one woman, I would have left this slump we sleep in every night a long time ago," Tom said.

"Hmm," Peter sighed and finally sat back down on the bench beside Tom. He looked out at the busy road, watching the different types of exotic cars driving by as he said, "Well, that’s you, Tom, not me. I cannot be sleeping with a woman for money. Before I left the village for this city, my mom advised me not to fall for any woman who would want me to become like her puppy, paying me money to sleep with her. Mom always said I would lose my respect as a man if I allowed any woman to support me while I relax in her comfort and become her slave. No matter what I do in this city, I will never be able to progress if I'm tossed around by a woman," Peter explained.

"Shut up, Peter! What about now that you’re not with a woman? Aren't you being tossed around every day? Imagine a lady just giving you $100 without you doing anything for her or even touching her bag. Why would she give you such a large amount of money if she didn't admire you and like you? Look, let me tell you, no woman would just hand out her money to a man like that, never!" Tom exclaimed, and Peter sighed.

"Alright, Tom. I saw it in her eyes that she admired me at first, but once she smelled that I stank and was drenched in my own sweat, she threw the cash at me. So maybe you’re right. I guess if I were ugly, she wouldn’t have helped me," Peter admitted sadly, shaking his head.

"That's the same thing I'm advising you, Peter. Explore these ladies while you have the chance before you die of poverty. Chai! If you see another lady bothering you or asking you to spend a night with her, please let me know, and I’ll become her puppet," Tom begged.

"No." Peter stared at Tom and shook his head in rejection.

"Seriously, Peter! If you don't help me with this, then we're no longer friends," Tom glared at Peter, who stared back in shock.

"You can't be serious, Tom. So you want me to take advantage of these ladies and become a male p********e too? What’s the difference between you and my previous friends who were fraudsters and threw me out?" Peter questioned. But Tom shook his head and replied, "This is not fraud, Peter. The ladies are willingly offering to help you and get you out of poverty. In exchange, you would be warming her bed, and it's nothing like fraud. With fraud, you didn’t offer her anything, you just scammed her out of her wealth and then fled. This is just a service you provide in return for p*****t," Tom emphasized.

But Peter still shook his head. "No. I cannot do that."

"Oh, Peter! I can't believe I'm giving advice to an English graduate like you on something so simple," Tom exclaimed in frustration as he stood up from the bench. Peter countered, "I cannot become a male p********e, Tom. Never! This conversation is over. If you want to cut me off, then fine! Do it. I don't care. I will never become a woman's puppet. If I see another woman looking for a male p********e to service her, I’ll recommend you instead. Goodbye. Count me out."

Peter stood up from the bench too and started walking away, leaving Tom standing there, speechless as he stared at him leaving.

"Okay, Peter. That's fine with me. I will be expecting my first-ever contract to service a woman!" Tom screamed after Peter, who only shook his head as he looked back and paused.

"Are you seriously considering becoming a male p********e?" Peter questioned Tom, who approached him.

"What do you expect from me? I’m not a graduate like you, and I come from a poor family. This year I will be 30 years old, and yet I have no wife, no car, no house, and here you are receiving so many proposals from various pretty women asking you out!"

"Just know that if you encounter any pretty young woman again who proposes to you, tell her that you have a very handsome dark-skinned friend with a big rod who will satisfy her every desire, and you’ll contract me out because I’m ready to start immediately," Tom added.

"What?!" Peter exclaimed, laughing as he looked at Tom in shock.

"You can't be serious about this?" Peter said, but Tom ignored him and walked past him to the sidewalk. Tom still wanted to run errands even though night had fallen. His job involved carrying people's loads and helping them to their cars until the night ended.

"I'm serious, Peter. Just one night with a rich woman would change my life forever. That’s what some young ladies do here in the city—service a rich man and warm his bed for money. Life isn’t fair to everyone, Peter, and we must strive hard to survive. So I expect you to bring me this contract. I have to run off now before it gets completely dark. Let me see if I can earn some extra cash to add to what I gathered today," Tom said. Peter responded, "Okay."