Addicted To His Fake Sugar Baby

r fingers brushing against the rough edges. The apartment was quiet, the sounds of Morningside Heights muffled

he pushed the textbooks aside and pulled out a sleek, black smartphone. It was heavy, enc

wedged deep in the corner, as if it had been dropped in haste or shoved there deliberately. A trap left behind. She h

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city. Let's meet ton

hrough tears and panic the night he left. Don't ever contact Oero. Don't even think about him. He makes people

upid guess, born of a bitter hunch. He

e a disaster of flirtation and greed. I need those shoes, Daddy. Miss you, Daddy. Send the ba

lingerie, pouty lips, perfect blonde hair. Every single photo was of her roommate, Carleigh Ramsey. Carle

ntless stream of cash flowing into a linked account. Enough money to pay off a

her hand, the buzz vio

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the bed like it had burned her. She scrambled backward, her hip hitting the corner

he didn't know this man. But he thought he knew her. He thought he was talking to the gir

against her bare legs. She pulled her knees to her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible

up, he would realize she wasn't the girl in the photos. Either way,

bile that burned her throat. Her skin prickled with a sudden, violent heat, followed imme

sand. The phone sat on the rumpled blanket, the black screen reflecting the

badly she could barely grip the fabric. Her forehead was burning to the touch, but her feet were block

s grew heavy, the adrenaline crash pulling her down into a dark, feverish pit. The last thing she saw before the