I went to a party with my friend, thinking it’d be no big deal. We weren’t escorts exactly. But to get in free, we had to “socialize” with guys and make them feel special.
But that’s when I met Jared. Domineering and arrogant, the billionaire blew my mind in every way.
So I did it.
I sold myself to Jared White.
I needed the money, or so I told myself. Except that it didn’t stop there.
At his private club, I did things that no innocent girl should do.
I should be ashamed.
I should be embarrassed.
I should be humiliated.
But instead, all I feel is sore and achy and wanting much, much more …