My sugar daddy brought me to a fancy party, and I got into a massive brawl with his childhood sweetheart.
When he finally pulled me out of the chaos, I glared at him through my messy hair. “Picking sides, are we?”
He said nothing.
I ripped the ring off my finger and threw it in his face. “I’m dumping you.”
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I was Clark Croft’s kept woman. I’d been with him for three years.
He was handsome, rich, and incredible in bed. He was generous with me, too. His only rule? No kissing sce-
nes.
It cost me a few roles and earned me a reputation for being “stuck–up,” but I didn’t care.
I’ve always been the type to play by the rules and never cause him trouble.
I just never imagined my first time causing trouble would be this big.
I beat up the woman he’d supposedly been in love with his whole life, who had just returned from overseas.
