Sleeping With Money (MewGulf AU)

🌻Chapter 10

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Fucking jerk.

Gulf drank heavily until morning.

When First woke him it was past noon. The president was calling again.

"Ah, Gulf. how's it going?" the president greeted.

Gulf couldn't tell him the truth---that he was nowhere near the ten million, and, in fact, had only managed two million.

"Well, getting there," Gulf mumbled.

"I see. Good," the president said, his voice softening a little. His own superiors were probably screaming at him, too.

"I'll have atleast five million to you first thing tomorrow morning," Gulf promised.

He hung up the phone, then didn't move for five minutes.

Things get worse and worse...

He had always been really bad with money. He was also really bad at figuring out people's weak points, in so many ways, he was totally unsuited for this job.

What am I gonna do?

He sat up on the sofa. After two nights of hard drinking, his body felt like crap. How could he find more money today? His head felt ready to explode. He could never persuade anyone feeling like this.

"First," he groaned.

"Yes, sir, Tylenol?" First offered.

"How much money you got?" Gulf asked.

"About 8,000."

Suddenly, First's three-million-a-month used panty business didn't seem quite so funny anymore. Gulf sighed. Taking money from First would not make things better. He sprawled out on the sofa and soon fell asleep again. When he woke up, it was eight at night.

He had wasted the whole day, but it didn't really matter. He would have spent hours lookning for more money that just wasn't there. There was only one way to get out of this now.

I have to sell my body.

He let out a deep, deep, sigh.

He'd rather sell his body than betray that old man again. He'd surely lose his pride, but maybe he keep all of his fingers.

There was only one person who could give him enough money---the future president of Lovely.

TBC