He Thought My Money Came With Love

Synopsis

My childhood friend, Ryan Sinclair, fell from grace and ended up working as a male escort. I felt sorry for him, so I booked him night after night. In six months, I spent a small fortune and made him the top earner at the club. On the night of his "debut" auction, everyone assumed I'd be the one to take him home. But before the bidding started, I overheard him talking to someone in the stairwell. Someone asked, "That rich girl's dropped nearly three million on you in six months. You sure you want to jack up the price on her tonight? What if she walks?" He said, "Relax. She's so in love with me, and she's got more money than sense. Just keep raising the bid." Did he actually think I was in love with him? I just felt sorry for his situation. Besides, what self-respecting heiress would actually fall for a club host?