𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. 𝐒𝐘𝐋𝐔𝐒

THREE

♡˗ˏ*ೃ˚ interrogations and explanations

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"WHAT?!"

You nodded silently, watching as Tara frantically paced around the room. Her hands would occasionally rest on her hips; other times, she would weave them through her messy hair.

You'd just told her that Sylus had somehow become your sugar daddy, and she was now trying to process that information. Suddenly, she stopped pacing and faced you directly. "You better not be messing with me, Y/N!" She pointed a finger at you. "You know I'm gullible!"

You defensively put your hands up. "I'm not messing with you! I saw him a few days ago!" You leaned over, taking something out of your bedside drawer. It was the envelope that Sylus had given you the day you went to dinner with him.

"Look," you told her, holding it out to her.

Tara widened her eyes, reluctantly stepping closer to you and taking the envelope. She didn't look inside immediately. Instead, she glanced at you as if that might answer any of her questions.

When she gave you that accusing stare, you simply nodded, gesturing for her to look inside. With a small breath, she opened the envelope, her eyes going even wider when she saw the money inside.

"See? How could I get that money otherwise?" you asked, taking back the envelope.

Tara covered her mouth once her hands were free. She simply couldn't believe it. Her roommate was getting paid by Sylus for who knew what— Tara didn't know yet anyway. The details were still fuzzy since you had only given her so much. Truthfully, it was as much of a shock to her as it was to you. It seemed impossible, yet here you were.

"The Sylus?!" she asked, slowly taking a seat on her bed, the mattress shifting under her weight.

"The Sylus," you repeated, her suspicions pushed to the back of her mind. You couldn't blame her for not believing you initially. If someone had told you that Sylus would be paying you to act as his girlfriend, you would've laughed in their face.

"Okay..." Tara shook her head lightly, her hands finally dropping to her sides. "So how?" Before you could answer, she went on, more questions spilling past her lips: "When? Where? Why?"

"One at a time, Tara," you urged her, earning an impatient huff.

She slumped down, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her face between her palms.

"Okay... so you know how my aunt asked for help a few days ago?" you quizzed, watching as Tara's eyes lit up with excitement. Your friend quickly nodded, eager for more details.

You couldn't help the small laugh before continuing. "She was catering at some big event. Sylus was there."

Tara quickly turned and grabbed the pillow that was on her bed, holding it tightly against her chest. "Oh my goshh!" She didn't even know everything yet, but she was already grinning ear to ear and kicking her feet like some excited schoolgirl.

"I know," you agreed softly. "But anyway! He was there, I spilled some champagne on him, and then we had some conversation. I admitted that I struggled with money, blah blah blah. At the end of the—"

Tara jumped in her bed, her brows furrowed at your dismissal. "Uhm?! Don't 'blah, blah, blah' me! This is a big deal! I want all the details!"

You sighed. "Listen! He told me that if I was interested in an opportunity for more money, then to text him. He mentioned something about us having to be more personal?"