Actor’s Regret, Club Queen’s Victory

Summary

The night of my graduation, the freshman who’d been chasing me for six months got me drunk and lured me to his bed.

When I woke up, he was smiling. “You weren’t just with me last night,” he told me.

Soon after, photos of me in bed with a group of strange, middle-aged men went viral online. The caption read:

“Shared Sugar Baby: Now Taking Appointments.”

When I confronted him, his voice was laced with ice.

“Isn’t your mother a professional homewrecker? As her daughter, you naturally had to one-up her.”