Fractured
“I don’t want to fuck you, Ava. I just need a favour from you, and I’ll keep paying your tuition until you graduate—without asking for sex again.”
She froze, her thoughts clearly racing. She knew me; we used to be friends, but not anymore. Now Ava was my sex tool, and that was all I saw her as. She had lied to her aunt, saying she’d saved up some money when her parents were alive and planned to use it to get into Elitis High. Later, when her aunt asked about subsequent payments, she claimed she was earning money as an affiliate marketer for A****n. Her aunt believed every word.
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