"What did you think was going to happen, Cici?" he barks at me with all the magnetic force he has. "Did you think you I loved you? That I'd want to be with you?" He laughs, but nothing is funny. It sounds harsh, mean...cold.
Tears stream down my face, probably ruining my makeup, which would bother me usually, but I don't care. I don't care about anything except for him-even as he yells at me. I'm not sure what to say to him. I know the answer I want to give is yes, because that's exactly what I had been thinking for weeks, but that's not what he wanted to hear. That much was clear. As I sit on his bed, surrounded by luxury, all I can do is stare at the wall until he stops yelling.
"You did didn't you..." he looks at me with nothing but contempt, and embarrassment for himself. He feels sorry for me I think. "Cici, you knew what you signed up for, you know what this relationship was about. I wasn't looking for a wife, and even if I was it couldn't be someone like you."
"And here I thought you knew me better," I said quietly. "It stopped being about the money, a long time ago. It wasn't ever really about the money..."
His eyes bore into mine. They're hard, and cold.
"I always knew you were smart, Cici, but now I know you're also a liar."
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Sugar Crush
RomanceSex sells. At twenty two years of age, Cecilia Hathaway is forced to learn this the hard way when she takes a suggestion from her roommate to become a sugar baby. Cici is your typical pretty girl, but she never dreamed of selling herself. When her m...
