The Ten Dollar Bet
Language: en
My boyfriend, Austin, always said he despised the wealthy. He reserved a special kind of venom for the trust-fund heiresses who thought they could buy their way through life. Until the night he took a premium designated-driver shift, and a girl in a Porsche threw up all over his jacket. Austin dragged her out of the vehicle and onto the wet pavement of the Chicago street. "You think having a little money makes you special?" he sneered, loud enough for passersby to hear. "Women like you are pathetic. Don't waste my time." The girl, Charlotte, was so furious she threatened to make sure he’d…