CHAPTER 1: MY PUSSY’S PRICE TAG

DEMI’S POVMy laptop screen was the only light in my shitty apartment, the neon glow of the sugar daddy website a stark contrast to the peeling paint and the distant wail of a siren.

I’d been scrolling for hours, my stomach a tight knot of shame and desperation. Rent was due. My student loan payment was a monster staring me down.

Another "emergency" call to my parents, with their thinly veiled disappointment, was out of the question.

I wasn't that girl. I wasn't going to sell myself.

This was just… a strategic alliance. A mutually beneficial arrangement where I used my brains and my...