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At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
Chapter 1
My name was Eva Quinn. At twenty-nine, my mom thought it was late for me to still be single and kept urging me to find a match. Working as a teacher, I mostly dealt with students and their parents. Occasionally, I met someone decent-looking, but they were either underage or already a dad. Dating a minor was illegal, and dating a dad felt wrong, so here I was, single at twenty-nine.
A friend recommended a popular dating app, claiming a 90% success rate. I downloaded it with expectation, only to find that 90% of it was scams.
Just as I was about to delete it in disappointment, a guy with a Pikachu avatar added me. After a brief chat, I learned his details.
Wesley Gibson, twenty years old, a minor internet celebrity. He looked decent in photos, the type like Timothée Chalamet. I asked what made him interested in me. "Because I don't want to work hard, and a queen with great wealth is quite appealing," he replied.
His earnest talk about being a gigolo was surprisingly charming.
After five years in education system, I could afford to keep a "boy toy" like him, and I was quite satisfied with his looks.
I told him, "If you want me to look after you, I need to make sure you are good as the photo. As long as you fit my standard, money's not a problem."
After we agreed, I booked a suite at a five-star hotel for the evening. When I arrived, he had already showered and was sitting on the bed like a bashful newlywed.
I must admit, his barely concealed chest and abs made my appetite soar, and the urge to take a bite arose.
His hair was still wet from the shower, droplets trickling down his shoulders, chest, and further down. My eyes followed the trail to where the towel covered.
When he saw me, he smiled with dimples, looking utterly adorable.
"Why don't you shower first?" he suggested.
When I came out wrapped in a towel, his ears turned red inch by inch.
"Don't be shy, little cupcake. From now on, you'll be my doll. Remember, I am and will be your queen forever."
That night, he cried half the night, and I was exhausted too.
I wanted to be gentle, but when I turned to see him sleeping so cutely, I thought, "The quality sure is something else when you've paid for it."
To reward him, the next day I went to a luxury department store and bought him a bunch of gifts. I waited downstairs at his office to surprise him after work, only to see him with a girl with straight black hair and bangs. It seemed like there was something going on, so I leaned against my car to watch the drama unfold.
"Wesley, I really like you. Tell me what you want, I'll see what I can do," the girl pleaded.
"Sorry, Marissa, I really don't feel anything for you. Do you even know what love is? There's no relationship of romance between us," he replied.
"How can you say that? I like you, and whether you like me or not is just a matter of time. There will absolutely be love between us," she insisted.
Wesley rolled his eyes at her persistence. When she ran over to hug him, crying her heart out, he awkwardly turned her head away.
Our eyes met, and he looked at me like he'd found a lifeline. He pushed the girl away and ran towards me, jumping into the car and breathlessly saying, "Your grace, drive!"
With a press of the gas pedal, my McLaren sped off, leaving the girl's figure fading in the rearview mirror. I teased, "Seems like you've broken a few hearts. Last night you were pretending shy like a virgin."
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