The Billionaire in a Hard Hat Chapter 1

During the year my social anxiety was at its worst, I decided to keep a rugged construction worker.

Every time I asked him to stay the night, I was a nervous wreck.

"E-excuse me, are you free tonight to... do that?"

He leaned down and took a bite of my burning red cheek.

"That? That'll cost extra."

"N-no problem."

I nodded eagerly.

Until I unexpectedly went bankrupt and decided to let him go with a heavy heart.

The rugged man, smoking his post-coital cigarette, listened to me, then casually handed me a Centurion Black Card.

"Take it. Keep paying for me."

"Who said you could let me go?"

* * *

I had been watching the handsome, rugged guy on the construction site across from my coffee shop for a long time.

He arrived a week ago.

His name was Arthur.

The older workers seemed to think he was young and kept bullying him.

They always ignored him, didn't give him work to earn money, and marginalized him in every way.

Arthur didn't look too happy every day.

I held back and held back, but finally couldn't anymore.

On his eighth day at the site, I summoned my courage and walked out of my coffee shop.

Braving the roar of machines, the flying dust, and the curious stares of other workers, I walked up to Arthur, who was leaning in a corner, lost in thought.

The man was tall, his profile sharply defined, exuding testosterone.

My face was flushed, and I hesitated to speak.

The man snapped out of it, paused for a moment when he saw me, and then grumbled:

"Hey, coming onto a construction site without a hard hat, do you have a death wish?"

He had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, making his voice a bit muffled.

Then, he took the hard hat off his own head and plopped it onto mine.

I nervously adjusted the hard hat.

"Hello, I-I have something to ask you."

"Me?"

I nodded.

Under the man's indifferent gaze, I carefully said:

"C-can I keep you as my sugar baby?"

Arthur paused.

"What did you say?"

I was so nervous I kept swallowing, my eyes darting around, completely unable to meet his gaze.

"I-I want to keep you."

"Um, my name is Chloe. I-I opened the coffee shop right across from the site. I'm not a bad person."

"Don't worry, I'll treat you well. I absolutely won't insult you."

"And I'll give you money every month. Three thousand dollars. That way you won't have to suffer at the construction site, and you won't be bullied by the older workers."

"Is that okay?"

.......

Arthur didn't say a word; he just slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Through the swirling smoke, I acutely sensed him looking me up and down.

His gaze swept frankly over my face, my neck...

Just when I thought I was going to be rejected, he raised an eyebrow.

"Sure."