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“Well, technically, it’s not my money until my twenty-second birthday.”
“Not the point. He can’t do this to you. I’m sure—”
“It’s fine. I don’t want to go to court. I just want to live through this and move on. Plus, I get to live in his bougie-ass house while finishing school. He thinks he’s going to break me, but the way I see it, I’m winning.”
“You got this. It’s not too far away. What is it, like, eight more months?”
“Give or take.” Bitterness is laced in my voice.
Dealing with Trent is hell, but I can’t tell her that. It would lead to her worrying, and I’m worried enough for the both of us.
She nudges my shoulder, patting my hand. “So, you just have to hold out a bit longer.”
“It feels like an eternity. I keep telling myself it will all be worth it.”
“Hell yeah, it will be.”
“I just don’t know how I can do this.” I shake my head, lost in the absurdity of his stipulations. “Living with him, the maid gig, going to college, and the extra work he’s making me do. Add volunteering to the mix, and I’m fucked.”
Heather’s gaze becomes intense, and her mouth dips into a frown.
“Hold up. Did you say maid gig?”
“That’s the only part you got?”
“Pretty much.” Her hand squeezes mine so tight it turns white. “Oh, and what the hell do you mean you are living with him now?”
“Shh! Keep it down,” I whisper-shout, paranoid someone’s listening in. The last thing I need is rumors around our small campus. “I mean exactly what I said. Apparently, for him to pay for my school, I must live with him. Oh, and be his maid.”
“Um.” She nibbles on her lip. “That’s really kind of creepy.”
“You think?” I roll my eyes. “Brad has nothing on this dude.”
“Do you think he’s doing this to get in your pants?”
Her expression has changed from shock to something else. I can’t put my finger on what, though. Curiosity?
“If so, he’s doing a shitty job at it. Apparently, he doesn’t find me pretty.”
“So, you weren’t handed a sexy French maid costume?”
“Heather. Come on. Like I said, he’s not attracted to me. Although, I’m pretty sure he’s lying.” I giggle.
“Why do you think that?”
“I dropped my towel in front of him.”
Cue the wide eyes.
Cue the open mouth.
Cue the gasp.
“Oh my God, you hooker.” She leans into my side, and I just know she’s biting back a squeal. “Details.”
“No details. I was just trying to fuck with him the way he fucks with me. Prove he isn’t so robotic and controlled as he thinks he is.”
Heather looks at me like I’m a reality show she can’t get enough of. “And—”
