Her Secret Sugar Baby Spreadsheet

Summary

Seven years. That’s how long it took for time to slip through my fingers.

The voice memo from my girlfriend, Bianca, played through the phone’s speaker, her tone thick with a lazy, satisfied exhaustion. She was complaining that the "workout" last night had left her lower back aching and her legs weak. She told me to be gentler next time.

My face remained entirely devoid of emotion. I swiped left, deleting the audio.

Then, my thumb moved on muscle memory. I opened the Temu app and ordered her a three-pack of clearance cotton underwear for $4.99, free shipping included.