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I didn’t go back to the penthouse. I found a random hotel and checked in.
After a shower, I finally calmed down enough to realize how insane my actions had been.
I had to be the first kept woman to ever kick out her sugar daddy.
I was getting bolder and bolder with him. In the beginning, I was the one who was timid and subservient.
I first met Clark at an industry party. My agent was forcing me to schmooze with directors and investors.
My family used to be well–off, but my father’s construction business had gone under. He not only broke his leg, but he also used every penny we had to compensate his workers. We were drowning in debt, and my
parents were stressed to their breaking point.
I wanted to help, so when a scout offered me a contract, I signed it without thinking. It was a predatory deal.
I got no resources and was dragged to parties to drink with powerful men.
I couldn’t afford to break the contract, so I dodged a few parties by faking illnesses.
Until that night, when I had no choice but to go.
I pushed open the door to a private room filled with middle–aged men. At the head of the table, Clark was a
breath of fresh air, impossible to miss.
But he was just leaving as I arrived. In a panic, I followed him out.
“Sir,” I asked, “can I be with you?”
He was a head taller than me and looked down. “And why is that? Do I look like the easiest target?”
He looked like the hardest target, but I didn’t dare say that.
I shook my head earnestly. “You’re the most handsome.”
Clark chuckled. “I know.”
I could sense his impatience. I wracked my brain. “You look like a good person.”
A half–smile played on his lips. “You’re a bad judge of character, then.”
And then he left, and my agent dragged me back inside.
I
They forced a lot of alcohol on me. When a fat, greasy director’s hand landed on my thigh, I struggled, knock-
ing over a glass. He slapped me, calling me ungrateful, and started pulling at my clothes.
In a moment of desperation, I grabbed a shard of broken glass and stabbed him in the leg.
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I was sure I was going to jail.
Then, the door to the room swung open, and Clark was standing there.
He glanced inside, and the director, who had been squealing like a pig, fell silent.
“Didn’t you want to be with me? What are you waiting for?”
I dropped the glass shard and threw myself into his arms, shaking so hard I could barely stand. He held m
until he carried me out of there.
