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However, all that came to my mind was: how am I going to pay this monthly f*e?

Based on my calculations, I would be able to get the money together and save some money for my second year of college.

Still, I wouldn't have the money for the next two years, but living in a foreign country, with a 50% scholarship, without being able to work.

Even though I had to dedicate myself solely to my studies, I thought I was capable of working illegally and saving up money for the tuition fees, but nothing was as easy as I thought.

I couldn't, a tear rolled down my face.

My childhood dream, increasingly distant, I didn't want to go back to Turkey, I wanted to be the pride of my parents, to graduate in Philosophy from NYU, but the dream was slipping through my fingers, like water, which I tried to catch and only escaped.

Even though I was working illegally in the restaurant across from the college, since my visa didn't allow me to work, only to attend college, I didn't get the full amount.

That was a very high cost to save for a month and I still needed to dedicate myself to my studies, so sleeping has become a luxury item.

I couldn't afford to ask my parents for the money, they didn't have any, especially if I had to convert the Turkish currency into dollars.

Now, I know that my parents didn't even know that I was struggling, in their minds the money I saved until I was 19 to come to Lovecraft County would be enough.

I know that studying in Lovecraft County It met all my needs, but it wasn't. I always knew that what I had would last for the first two years. I was foolish, I thought I would be able to live like that. I wasted money when I should have saved it.

The college provided me with all the housing on campus, but I had to pay for the other 50%, the food I had to eat, the materials I had to buy, I got a very competitive spot, I always had the best grades, I still had them, but how could I keep this dream if I couldn't even control my money?

Someone knocked on the door, and at that moment, she regained her composure, still feeling like trash thrown on the asphalt.

I quickly ran my hand across my eyes, wiping away the tears that were falling, hearing the door lock being opened.

- So, babe, what happened? - The other one said.

When she saw her like that, when I looked up and saw my roommate enter the room and her perfume predominate in the room.

Ivanka saw the paper in my hand, her smile slowly fading.

—        Friend. — She followed beside me, her heels echoing on the floor, her pink leather pants contrasting with her blonde Barbie-style look from the movies.

- So, another subpoena?

—        Yes, and I can't ask for your help anymore — I murmured, holding back my damn tears of despair.

Ivanka helped me with the last monthly payment, she practically forced me to accept the money that according to her father gave her so much that she couldn't even spend it all.

When the girl moaned, At that time, I was feeling horrible, I accepted it, I had no other choice at that moment.

—        Honey, I can pay...

—        Ivanka, no! — I tried to scold, but my voice still didn't come out normal.

—        Well, there's always the possibility of auctioning off your virginity.

- I know a woman named Poison who works at an escort company.

My friend stated in a tone that she didn't know if it was serious or not.

But for me that wasn't a joke, I looked at her, my eyes shone at that moment, not at the idea of auctioning myself off to a stranger, but to earn some easy money.

- Who knows, maybe you can help. – Her friend said.

She looked like a temptress.

- You know, you're the type they're looking for, Melania. – Ivanka said.

- This is crazy, I don't know if you can do it or not, but it doesn't hurt to try.

- I don't believe it, there's smoke coming out of your head.

At that moment, Ivanka tossed her blonde hair back.

—        Really ? Will I get a lot of money if I do this?

- I never thought that being a virgin at 22 could bring me something good.

Where my friend next to me was still trying to decipher if what I was saying was true.

- Who is still a virgin these days at 22? – Ivanka asked.

—        That's because she's a nerd who only thinks about studying. — Melania said.

At that moment, Ivanka shrugged. “But as for the part about auctioning off your virginity, it’s pure negotiation. I heard that my father has this company, that if they like you, they won’t just auction off your virginity, they’ll hire you.” Ivanka said.

- It is serious, Ivanka, I want to, I'm going to do it, after all how bad can it be?

—        Sure, possibly losing to an old man?

- I don't know, it might not be useful for anything, besides giving money, he might be an aggressive man.

- After all, this is less of a problem. – Ivanka said. – It shouldn't be anything new, losing your virginity to a future sugar daddy, he might like you and make a contract. – Her friend said.

—        Yes — At that moment, I cut her off again. — Remember we heard your brother's conversation?

- You Do you know, when we went to lunch with your father when we went to your house, last Sunday?

My eyes shone with hope.

—        You know that Thomas was saying that he was invited to be part of a new nightclub that was completely part of this sugar daddy club, right? —

Her friend arched an eyebrow.

—        Yes, I know, that's exactly why I want to know if they have it there, is it official.

- You're part of a club. – Her friend said.

- My father is a partner. – Her friend said, but he is a businessman, these businesses involve another type of businessmen. – Her friend said.

- What kind of business are we talking about, exactly? – Melania asked her.

I want to be sure. – Melania asked her.

—        Girlfriend, we're talking about mafiosos, tough guys.

- As far as I know, Thomas just went invited, all this, because he is the governor's spoiled son – My friend whispered.

We both knew that my brother loved to have contact with those questionable men...

—        I know, and that's why you're going to help me by talking to him. - I asked through the pout on my lips.

—        Are you serious? You're not bluffing, are you? — She insisted.