CHAPTER 1: MY p***y’S PRICE TAG
DEMI’S POV
My laptop screen was the only light in my shitty apartment, the neon glow of the sugar daddy website a stark contrast to the peeling paint and the distant wail of a siren.
I’d been scrolling for hours, my stomach a tight knot of shame and desperation. Rent was due. My student loan payment was a monster staring me down.
Another "emergency" call to my parents, with their thinly veiled disappointment, was out of the question.
I wasn't that girl. I wasn't going to sell myself.
This was just… a strategic alliance. A mutually beneficial arrangement where I used my brains and my smile instead of my… well, other assets.
At least, that’s what I kept telling myself.
My finger, trembling just a little, hovered over a profile.
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