Paying My Savior in Milk Money
Language: en
That was the fourth time Chase denied holding any feelings for me in public. By then, I’d already learned to look away before the words even left his mouth. The music in the VIP booth was deafening, vibrating right through the soles of my shoes. He was slouched back in the corner of the leather booth, lazily flicking his Zippo lighter. "A girl like Sylvie?" He laughed as the flame flared up, casting a sharp shadow over his smirk. "Not a chance." The stares of the people around us felt like tiny needles pricking my skin. At two in the morning, I was at the 24-hour convenience store,…