Funding My Ex Boyfriends Hot Rival
Language: en
I couldn't help myself. Watching the live stream, I tapped the screen and sent fifty virtual supercars—a five-thousand-dollar flex in a matter of seconds. I expected a thank you, or at least a smile. Instead, Preston blew up. He sent me a scathing text, threatening to end things—again. As I sat there, reeling from the confusion, glowing lines of text suddenly began to drift across my vision like a digital hallucination—a live commentary on my own life. [Is this bitch for real? Does she think having a trust fund and paying for the lead’s tuition gives her the right to own him? Dropping…