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𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙖? 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠.The first time I meet the wolf’s cold eyes, we’re at a college party.𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠.I just quit the cheer squad. I’m about to dump my musician boyfriend. I’m partying harder than ever. I let money run through my fingers because I’m done reaching for standards I’ll never meet.Soon, I’m broke. And I don’t want anyone to know.𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚.I'm bubbly and outgoing. He's icy and alone. I stay away. I touch myself, thinking of him.When I finally seek out Patrick Caruthers, he has a proposition.Mind games. Humiliation. Control. Schedules. Him. Me.𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.I'm not perfect. I'm not stunning or noble. I’m not a heroine.𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.I'm just a girl . . .𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚.And he’s a cold bastardWho is paying me for sex.