My Five Forbidden Bikers
“Nope not happening. You’ve sacrificed enough already. If they gave you that money for your loft, then that’s exactly what it’s going toward.”
“Jane, that’s twenty thousand extra dollars”
“I don’t care,” she snapped. “You’re not touching it for anything else, end of discussion.”
I let out a breathless laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”
“What I do want to know,” she continued, her tone turning mischievous, “is how the hell you’ve managed to completely mesmerize these men because I would very much like a few rich, ridiculously attractive men throwing money at me too.”
“They are not my sugar daddies,” I said quickly. “They gave you fifty thousand dollars,” she shot back. “They are the definition of
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