Lao Zi From An American School Was Raped By A Mixed-Race Daddy Chapter 8

Chapter 8 The Contract: Sir, I’m Afraid I Can’t Handle You Right Now.

Rob didn’t reply. His high brow and deep-set eyes gave him a naturally cold, exotic look that tempered the softness of his handsome, youthful features.

He stared deeply at Josh, gazing at his exhaustion and dejection. The alcohol had caused Josh to lose his patience and self-restraint, but he could hardly say he regretted it.

When a person was as poor as he was, things like alcohol and prescription drugs—expensive items that numbed the spirit—were always more precious than food.

No, Josh didn’t want to drown himself in alcohol or lose his sense of self. He simply needed the rare sense of relaxation that booze provided, allowing him to forget things he never wanted to experience a second time.

Josh looked at Rob through the mirror. It felt as if he were surrounded by Rob from both front and back, which was not a good feeling.

Josh pursed his lips and turned to face Rob. He half-sat on the vanity and swung his legs.

His actions were much like a dissatisfied cat, long tail twitching as he lazily stared at the damn human invading his territory. His pink paws were spread, and though he hadn’t unsheathed his claws to draw blood, a bad-tempered cat would surely remember any offense and seek revenge.

Rob’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stepped closer. His thigh brushed against Josh’s bent knee. Amidst the friction of his suit trousers, his shadow once again loomed over Josh.

I told Jess and Paul to go home. This is our last gathering of the year. They’re all going home for the holidays. Especially Jess—she’s going to Sue’s place for Christmas and then flying back to China for New Year’s. You won’t see her for a long time.

Josh curled his lips within Rob’s shadow. He wasn’t as panicked or hysterical as last time; the alcohol was helping him immensely.

Since they’ve all gone home, how does Sir plan to arrange things for me?

He raised his arms and rested his pale fingers on Rob’s shoulders, losing the patience to keep tangling with this rude man. Taking advantage of his slight intoxication, he tilted his slender neck and pressed his lips to the man’s ear.

Do you want me, Sir?

Rob’s breath hitched before he exhaled heavily into Josh’s hair and the crook of his neck. His arms had already involuntarily wrapped around Josh’s waist, his large hands instantly spanning most of it. The answer was already clear in his movements.

Josh inwardly bared his teeth at the man’s undisguised animalistic nature, whispering maliciously into his ear.

What a pity, Sir. I currently weigh less than 130 pounds and have experienced hypoglycemia four times in the past three days. I’m afraid I can’t handle you right now. You’d better not plan on that in the short term, unless you want to send me to the ICU for emergency treatment tonight.

Having said his piece, he pulled back slightly with a polite smile, blinking as if in regret. However, a hint of mockery and cunning flashed in his bright, dark deer-like eyes.

He knew very well he was playing with fire, but so what?

He knew he was beautiful and that Rob was interested in him, but he simply enjoyed tormenting people.

If Rob chose to keep him, he would have to endure his malice and be a sucker who spent money only to be frustrated.

He waited for Rob to bargain with him—he knew very well that men were quite argumentative in this regard. His unhealthy body might not be able to handle the full act, but he could do most things. Josh didn’t actually think he was that fragile, but he just didn’t want Rob to get his way.

To his surprise, his words caused Rob’s body to suddenly stiffen. The man stepped back half a pace, still holding his waist, his face darkening so much it looked like it might drip ink.

What did you say?

The man took a sharp breath and then asked in a rapid-fire tone.

What do you think I’m going to do to you? Force you? You think that’s why I’m being your sugar daddy?

His sudden emotional instability made Josh blink, but the alcohol had significantly slowed his reaction time. He blinked his long, thick lashes like a doll and looked down at the arms circled around his waist.

Uh, yes?

His innocent face was written all over with “What else would it be?” Rob let out a grunt from his throat that Josh strongly suspected was a German curse word.

That is not my purpose, Josh, whether you believe it or not.

Rob paused, seemingly steadying his thoughts, and spoke in a more formal tone.

Let’s talk about the contract.

He spread his arms as if he wanted to pick Josh up, but he quickly seemed to remember the bad-tempered cat’s attitude toward unauthorized touching. He didn’t want to scare Josh just yet.

Of course, it wasn’t because he still loved Josh. He had a newly formed plan for revenge, that was all.

He had his own rhythm. He didn’t like Josh at all. No one liked a liar who played with people’s feelings and then forgot them entirely.

Josh was completely unaware of this. He tilted his head, seemingly thinking for a moment, and then gave a sweet, obedient smile.

No. I think we’ve talked enough for today, Mr. Schneider. I want to go home too. We can always talk tomorrow. After all, my future time has been bought by you, Daddy~

After his heartless refusal, that sweet “Daddy” made Rob’s eyes redden—he absolutely hated this side of Josh. Difficult and malicious, a playful push-and-pull, perfectly timed sweetness, and endless charm.

…And finally, cold and ruthless abandonment.

When Rob was Lin Huaian, he had already experienced all of this. So, he didn’t act helpless like a greenhorn. Instead, he said:

Fine. I’ll drive you home. You need a hot bath and sleep.

At that moment, he remembered the beef tartare on the table and felt an uncontrollable pang of regret—he hadn’t realized this little liar was so hard on himself. A body that hadn’t eaten for a long time definitely couldn’t handle raw meat and that much alcohol.

He reached out and put his arm around Josh’s waist, half-holding him as they stepped down from the vanity. Josh mumbled a few words. The aftereffects of the alcohol were washing over his body, and he had entered a blissful state of intoxication, hanging submissively in Rob’s arms.

They took the direct elevator to the ground floor. A waiter brought over a Loro Piana vicuña coat, and Rob immediately wrapped it around Josh. The ill-fitting coat was warm, its upturned collar covering half of Josh’s face. Like a cat finding a warm nest in the freezing snow, he instinctively buried his cheek into the collar and blinked slowly and sleepily, causing Rob’s grip on his waist to tighten.

The waiter brought another white parka. Rob frowned as he took it—the garment was clean, showing the owner took good care of it, but it was too thin to withstand a Boston winter.

The club’s butler asked Rob if he needed a coat. Rob refused. His strong body, clad only in a suit, shielded Josh—who was wrapped tightly in the overcoat—as they stepped into the cold wind. He tucked Josh into the passenger seat of the Rolls-Royce.

The valet had already warmed up the car. The warm air, carrying a faint car fragrance, brushed against Josh’s hair and brought a touch of genuine color to his face. He immersed himself in this expensive warmth for a few seconds, then suddenly spoke as the car started.

I just remembered, my rent is up. I don’t need you to take me home. Let me out.

He poked his head out from the warm coat and smiled at Rob without a hint of apology. The other man didn’t slam on the brakes or look annoyed as Josh expected. Instead, he turned the steering wheel without pause and drove out of the club gates.

Mr. Schneider? Kidnapping isn’t a good habit.

He complained, reaching out to unbuckle the seatbelt, but Rob grabbed his wrist the moment he touched the sensor buckle.

Keep your seatbelt on.

The man steered with one hand while the other completely enveloped Josh’s hand, making him squirm uncomfortably for a moment. He turned to look at the unmelting ice and snow on the roadside and felt a bit discouraged.

Fine. Then take me to a dessert shop on the east side first. I left my luggage and computer there. Then you can take me wherever you want, Daddy.

His unreasonable request received no response, which was to be expected. He found a more comfortable position within the restraint of the seatbelt, leaned his forehead against the window, and closed his eyes under the influence of the alcohol.

He didn’t realize the man’s gaze remained on him out of the corner of his eye.

Josh seemed to drift off for a few minutes, then opened his eyes again out of habitual tension.

Poverty and hardship never arrived alone; they were always accompanied by anxiety, depression, and weakness. All negative impacts were interlinked, pushing a person to the edge of a cliff where any slight disturbance could be the final straw.

Josh couldn’t believe he had actually fallen asleep in front of his sugar daddy. Even if it was only for a few minutes, it brought a sense of panic from losing control.

He turned his head and smelled an out-of-place scent of dampness and earth within the high-end fragrance of the car cabin. He looked back and found the leather rear seats folded down. His cheap, dirty second-hand bicycle and the small backpack containing his computer were lying slanted on the seats. Melting snow dripped from the wheels onto the car’s carpet.

Josh slowly shifted his gaze back to the man driving. The man’s profile was relatively soft, but his lips were pressed tight. The Germanic high bridge of his nose didn’t look as rugged on his face. His eyelashes were long, their shadows flickering with the changing streetlights outside. Josh asked:

How did you know which dessert shop my luggage was in?

The man’s lips tightened into a straight line. He stared fixedly at the road and asked back in a cold, hard voice:

You call a backpack luggage?

…Yes?

Josh answered cautiously. He wasn’t sure if Rob wanted to gain satisfaction from his destitution or find a superior’s pleasure in criticizing his terrible lifestyle.

Of course, even if Rob had such fetishes, Josh refused to satisfy them.

Rob seemed to take a deep breath and suddenly answered his previous question.

It’s not hard to find your luggage by using AI to analyze Chinese-related dessert shops within a two-kilometer radius of the club.

When he spoke quickly, his high-and-mighty British accent was gradually laced with some roughness, as if a German accent was acting up.

I don’t know what happened to you, but starting today, you must eat three meals a day on time, get a check-up every two weeks, and monitor your blood sugar daily. You need a disciplined life.

Josh blinked and asked deliberately:

If I don’t behave, will Daddy give my ass a good spanking?

His laughter was intentionally suggestive. His canines flashed in his smile, and his curved deer-like eyes narrowed, as alluring as a cat.

He thought this would effectively cause this pervert Schneider to lose control as before, making his thin veneer of gentlemanly behavior collapse and turning him into a crude, out-of-control beast. But to his surprise, Rob responded to his provocation with a cold laugh.

If you’re worried that I’m going to fuck you, Josh, you can stop testing me. I’m not interested.

Author’s Note:

Mhm, everyone knows you’re not interested, mhm mhm.

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