I guess being sold to a rich cool sugar mommy ain't that bad.

I was supposed to be starting high school with the usual teenage struggles—awkward growth spurts, new classes, maybe a crush or two. Instead, I got sold to a stunning, ice-cold businesswoman with glasses, legs for days, and a smile that says “you’re mine now.”



And honestly? It's hard to complain when your new life includes gourmet meals, silk pajamas, and... her teasing glances. I thought I was paying off a debt. Turns out, I might be falling into something way deeper—and possibly way more dangerous.