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I'm a male escort, drifting from one woman's bed to another, all for the sake of hefty paychecks.
The moment cash hits my hand, I'd rush to give it all to Sarah.
I thought this would be enough to marry her, but I never expected to catch her tangled up with someone else.
"That idiot Luke thinks he can marry me with the dirty money he makes from sleeping around. He's dreaming."
It was then I realized she only saw me as an ATM.
After learning the truth, I abandoned my principles and boldly became a sugar mama's boy toy.

a male escort on bed

Some people online commented that her looks and behavior weren't even worth ten thousand, let alone a hundred thousand.


Feeling frustrated, Sarah immediately started a livestream, badmouthing me as nothing more than a useless bum sleeping in women's beds.


To prove herself, she taught her viewers how to find escort apps, trying to show that my money came from shady sources.


Winter was worried that viewers might find me on those apps and subject me to online harassment.


Listening to her explanation, a smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.


Smart people often don't stumble on things like this.


Let's not even discuss how much power Nolan has to overturn this capitalist-built system.


A male escort, or more politely put, a "sleep companion," doesn't constitute a crime at all.


Even if they found out, neither Winter nor I had broken any laws.


But who knows if someone behind the scenes might try to get around them.


After all, this is a rich person's game.


Chapter 7