The moment cash fell into his hands his whole persona changed, from damsel in distress to the sly businesses ripping of his customers.

Gave her a sly smile, as he put the money away but not even once bothering to button his shirt back as he just looked at her paying with his shirt's loose button as he put money safely into his pocket casually.

Then a look of mischief flashed in his eyes as he bit nail of his pinky finger as he looked down while still his eyes locked onto hers, looking both inviting and hesitant.

"Miss...I don't mind, it's….safe day today."

Alex looked down shyly not meeting her eyes as he spoke softly barely audible but in this confined space car this rang out like a loudspeaker.

The air inside the car felt heavy mixed with tension. One refused to name it.

As if the world inside this pocket of space is halted by his utter audacity and shamelessness.

*Spew*

The nose bleed poor Rebbeca nearly stopped just spewing out comically as she fall on her seat holding her nose with tissue.

Her breathing was hard, her singlet pieces dress was a little disarray showing glimpse of her soft whiteness with her ragged breathing.

Her tempting wine red lips parted open, gasping for an air as her eyes locked onto him in wanting something, maybe air or maybe something she can't name or maybe he strangle him to death.

"You….You bastard what do you mean safe day? Since when do men have a safe day?"

Finally after a few moments, Rebbeca tried (and failed) to take out words stuck into her suddenly dry throat, so after gulping for a while she spoke in utter frustration.

She doesn't understand why he is messing with her. She did not do anything to him, It is because of her race (Burh, dumb as a box rock of a rocks).

Anyway she was more worried about him talking about today as a safe day like what does that even mean? (She really doesn't know, that is below average IQ).

But she knows it is a women thing, men are not someone with a safe day, they are always in danger. Who asked them to be the weaker sex?

So she is hella consumed by all this, and sudden heat in her lower stomach not helping her at all as her mind was already filling with different thoughts she refused to name.

As naming them means they become real, and real things can have effect she can't refuse, So pretend this doesn't exist, maybe it will go away later on.

"Also why are you like this? Can you just for a moment act like a man you….Oh Gia….I am sorry i don't mean it like that."

Rebbeca was still frustrated yelled at him for behaving like this avoiding the real serious talk but as words escaped her mouth she quickly closed her mouth with her hand in horror as she realised what she just said.

She called him on his face that he was not a man, and act like one.

This is one of few forbidden things not to say to men her mother said to her and she just did that in one single sentence stepping onto that landmine now.

She was not like others though, the moment she realised she fucked up, She quickly apologise to him as she was fumbling over her words to not say anything bad as there was actual trace of tears on her deep eyes looking at him in apologise.

She really didn't mean it, She didn't want to imply he is not man enough, she knows how fragile men are unlike women, saying this is a direct insult to him.

He acts like a femboy (Again reverse world, So put down your pitch forks slowly), She knows these are sensitive things for him like any man, So she just attacked his identity.

Rebbeca is not Alia though they are nemesis, Unlike Alia who thinks apologizing is for being weak, first don't make any mistake and if you do just solve it, repent and never repeat again, empty words are worthless.

No, Rebbeca believes that if you made a mistake say it directly, first in word then in actions as a reassurance and that's what she was doing as right after she apologized she reached out and pulled out the chequebook from her purse quickly writing him a check of 1 million and respectful handling it over.

Why money? Well with their interaction she can see money is the best way to apologize to him.

"You think throwing money at me just makes the fun go away right? *Chuckles* Yeah, I am not manly after all, just a prostitute you dance with anyone who throws money at me."

Alex didn't reach out for check as he spoke to her in uncharacteristically calmly, that usual smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome was quite obvious, though his charm not decreased even a bit but his next door neighbor aura dismissed but looking like a broken man doing a self-pity, like a homeless overzealous puppy was finally put on his place.

As he slumped into his car seat looking down, hesitantly pulling his shirt closer as suddenly felt too bare, too naked in front of her looking down, staring at the floor.

"So 1 million is the price of my identity huh?"

He muttered to himself as he said to particularly no one softly, being vulnerable like never before, just looking like someone in desperate need of a hug.

"Well good to know the price chart. first was 5 million for my heart."

He said remembering Rose paid him that much for leaving Alia, chuckling though it felt dry, forced nothing like he normally does.

"Then 10 million for my body."

He said again finally looking at Rebecca reminding her their arrangements of him being the fake boyfriend of her, A just a rent of his for 10 days.

"Well now 1 million for my dignity."

He finally said let the words hang in the air.

The small, sealed space inside suddenly was too obvious and suffocating.

(A/N : Well everyone knows what's going to happen right?

Like always thank you for reading and have a good day 😁. )