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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

When I thought about how I once held it close to my heart, reluctant to let go, only to discover such chaos behind the scenes, I had just one thought: serves me right.


Sarah watched me ignore her as she threw all my clothes on the floor and stomped on them.


It seemed this was the only way she could vent her anger.


Her unreasonable behavior instantly reminded me of Winter's grace and composure.


"Say whatever you want. We won't be seeing each other again anyway."


I tossed the clothes in my hands onto the floor as well. Since they were already dirty, there was no point in keeping them.


Watching me turn away nonchalantly, Sarah, who had never been treated so coldly before, crouched down and burst into tears.


As the door closed, the weight that had been pressing on my heart finally disappeared.


From now on, I would live only for myself.


I thought that after such a bitter fallout, Sarah wouldn't call me again.


Chapter 8