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But there was something in his eyes that told me he wasn’t kidding. We sat in awkward silence for a moment before he spoke again, his tone more hesitant this time. “What if I paid you?” I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. “What did you just say?” He shrugged, trying to look nonchalant. “I’m just saying… hypothetically.” “Hypothetically,” I echoed, my voice sharp. “You think you can just offer me money and—what? I’d say yes?” “I mean…” He looked at me earnestly. “Why not? You’re in college. I know money’s tight. I just… I’ve always thought you were amazing, and I figured, maybe…”

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Mason’s POV “Such toned abs! I love how sweaty and wet they look! Send me your cash app for appreciation.” I used Penelope’s cash app because i have not gotten a main account yet. Penelope and i squealed loudly, and we had to calm ourselves down because we were beginning to draw attention to us. I sent the account and Sam sent twenty dollars. “Damn this is the easiest twenty dollars i have ever made all my life.” “I told you it was this east. Gay men are simps, they would literally spend their millions on you if you submit to their sexual pleas.

Transcend Avenue was a particularly well known part of town. It was where all the rich people lived, the money makers and business owners. For Debby, it was one big opportunity. One thing she knew well in life, was that rich people don’t need to do small tasks. They had other more important things to do, and there were always people they could pay to do stuff for them. And for the last four months, as the summer sun made the grass grow quicker, Debby had been mowing lawns for three different residents. Being a gardener wasn’t her aspiration in life, it was more a stop gap to save up for university.

One hundred thousand dollars. The number won’t leave me alone. I can wipe out my bills in one go. I can send my mom a chunk of cash so she can finally drop one of her double shifts and maybe even take a real day off for once. All it will take is standing next to Rowan Evans Cavendish at a few events, smiling for the cameras, and letting the whole world think I am the one who finally got the untouchable billionaire to commit again. But money isn’t the only thing keeping me awake tonight.

He was very tired upon getting back, the exhaustion of his mind more prevalent than the exhaustion of his body. Then the next day came. His editor Lucy video called him to report to him that she managed to push through majority of his short stories into another horror collection series. The good news made him smile for a while and he sincerely thanked Lucy for her effort. He was happy since the royalties from published paperbacks were higher than what he was getting from online publishers. The larger his part in a collection, the larger his share too. After all, the online market was just really not into horror, but romance and fantasy.

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“Your father borrowed millions he couldn’t repay. Gambling. Bad deals. Desperation. The Voss Empire didn’t create his problems. We simply ended up holding the debt.” He slid a thick folder across the desk toward her. “But I’m offering you a way out. One year. You become my personal companion. Live in my penthouse. Attend events with me. Follow my rules. And when I want you, you make yourself available. In return, I wipe the entire debt clean. Your mother keeps the house. Your family firm survives.” Sera stared at the folder like it was a loaded gun. “You want me to be your whore.” “I want full access to you,” he corrected, voice low and calm. “Body and time. Twelve months. No exceptions.”

And I froze. Sweetheart. That’s what it said under the caller ID. Not a client. Not a number. A name saved like it meant something soft. I stared at it a second too long, then locked the phone like it burned me. Maybe a relative, I told myself. Sister, cousin, something harmless. But the phone lit up again almost immediately. A message preview flashed across the screen. > Hey babe. Today’s sex was wonderful. Can’t wait to have you in my bed tonight.

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.