Thirty.

(Lola's POV)

I hated my life as a mistress. I expected it to be all fun and games, but it wasn't.

Daniel treated me more like a high-end escort. He would come to the apartment he had me living in, expect us to have sex, leave me some money and a gift I didn't ask for, and then just leave.

The apartment wasn’t even something he had rented just for me. I kept finding a random earring when I went to look for something under the bed or the couch. He had clearly put some other women in this very apartment.

He didn't want me going out, and God forbid he saw me with another man.

There was an instance where I needed to get some plumbing fixed. So, I called a plumber, who turned out to be this young, handsome man.

“Where is the problem?” He asked when I let him stand by the door a little too long.

I never got to meet a lot of men, so the few I did, I would soak them in.

It probably made me look weird but I didn’t care.

I pointed to the bathroom.

“I don