My Price Was Too High
Language: en
Brittany was on speakerphone with some trust fund kid, giggling like it was her job. She glanced out the window and sighed. "Ugh, Asher's waiting downstairs again. So pathetic. Anya, do me a favor? Go tell him I'm sick and send him home." I looked down at Asher. The whole campus thought he was just a broke transfer student. Only I knew he wasn't. Last month, I'd picked up a cleaning shift at the city's most exclusive members' club. I saw him walk out of a private suite, surrounded by men in suits that cost more than my tuition. Even the club owner was bowing his head, all respect. I…