My Boyfriend Gifted My Penthouse to His Bestie, So I Sent Them to Jail
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I had been away for a two-month art competition.
When I finally logged back onto Snapchat, my building's group chat had over eight hundred unread messages, and every single one was cursing me out.
[Unit 902, you look so innocent. Why do you bring so many random guys home every single day?]
[Can you keep the screaming down? I don't care if you're selling your body, but if you keep moaning until 4 AM, I'm calling the cops!]
[Wait, don't call the cops yet. I haven't gotten a turn. How much for a night, sweetie?]
My heart stopped.
