Paid to Play: Simping for My Toxic Trust Fund Ex
Language: en
My ex-boyfriend was loaded, so I became his simp for the cash. I kissed his ass diligently every single day, right up until a two-faced pick-me girl stepped in. On the day we broke up, I cautiously asked, "Hey, about that condo you gave me... are you..." "Can you just get the hell out of here?" he snapped. He was annoyed. It was a scorching hot day. I obeyed, clutching the deed to the condo, and ran away as fast as my legs could carry me. Ever since elementary school, I was a total doormat for money. My desk-mate back then was filthy rich, his desk drawer literally stuffed with loose…