Contract Expired, Feelings Void

Summary

Dustin Hayes had kept me for three years, and everyone in the circle called me his pet. The day his first love, Scarlett Vance, returned, he told me to get lost. I not only got lost but also thoughtfully handed him a thick stack of papers.

Dustin thought it was a letter of apology. He scoffed, opening it, but his smile froze. It was a “Service Itemized Bill” for the past one thousand and ninety-five days:

“Hand-holding fee: $5,000/time; Drink-blocking fee: $20,000/bottle; Fake orgasm fee: $100,000/time (including acting premium).”