The Billionaire's Boy Toy Turned Out to Be a Billionaire Too
Language: en
When I was thirty-two. I became a sugar mama to a broke college boy. One day, while walking down the street, I saw him carefully holding a girl in his arms. His eyes were red, looking aggrieved yet restrained: "Please don't think I'm dirty..." We had a very formal, transactional relationship. Why did he make it sound like I had defiled him? If he felt dirty, there were plenty of people who wouldn't. I exhaled a puff of smoke, turned to look at a blonde guy passing by in a fake Balenciaga shirt, and said: "Ask him if he's willing to call me 'Mommy'."