The Billionaire in a Hard Hat
Language: en
During the year my social anxiety was at its worst, I decided to keep a rugged construction worker. Every time I asked him to stay the night, I was a nervous wreck. "E-excuse me, are you free tonight to... do that?" He leaned down and took a bite of my burning red cheek. "That? That'll cost extra." "N-no problem." I nodded eagerly. Until I unexpectedly went bankrupt and decided to let him go with a heavy heart. The rugged man, smoking his post-coital cigarette, listened to me, then casually handed me a Centurion Black Card. "Take it. Keep paying for me." "Who said you could let me go?"