The Billionaire's Boy Toy Turned Out to Be a Billionaire Too

Summary

When I was thirty-two.

I became a sugar mama to a broke college boy.

One day, while walking down the street, I saw him carefully holding a girl in his arms.

His eyes were red, looking aggrieved yet restrained: "Please don't think I'm dirty..."

We had a very formal, transactional relationship.

Why did he make it sound like I had defiled him?

If he felt dirty, there were plenty of people who wouldn't.

I exhaled a puff of smoke, turned to look at a blonde guy passing by in a fake Balenciaga shirt, and said:

"Ask him if he's willing to call me 'Mommy'."