“I stepped into my bar to start my shift. The manager hurried over to report. "Miss, your boyfriend Mr. Fowler booked the most luxurious private room." Shock hit me hard. Lucas was broke. How could he afford such an expensive room? I told the manager to keep watching and pulled up the room's surveillance feed. "Man, I heard you lost a bet and had to date a poor girl. Is it fun?" "Don't even start. She costs me five hundred bucks a month. Just a greedy gold-digger!" Lucas Fowler's face twisted with disgust. He turned and kissed the two women draped over his arms, his expression softening. "These are the kind of girls I like. I bought designer watches. One for each of you." I let out a bitter laugh. Calling me poor and a gold-digger? This bar was my own business! When my identity came out, I stood over a kneeling Lucas, grabbed a thick stack of cash, and slapped it across his face. "Swallow every last bill."”