“I want it.” I clear the sudden hoarseness from my throat. “He’s worth it. I’ve never felt so…cared for. So safe.”
“That’s nice.” She squeezes my hand once before she pulls her own back. “You have what we all want. Or…what I want, at least.”
Jorden told me she wanted a sugar daddy. Some rich man to lavish expensive gifts on her and take her away from her minimum wage days. Francia’s desires seem to run deeper than that. There’s a shadow looming over her I’ve never noticed before.
“Someone who wants to take care of me.” She shrugs. “My parents were always busy—working all hours of the day and night to scrape by. They did it for me, but they weren’t around. I was alone a lot. Then they sent me to a private school. They were trying to give me the best education they could, but I felt more
