The Hour He Never Gave

Summary

After Pierce Emery and I got back together, I started "renting him out."

Every time his old flame, Daphne Roach, called him away, I stopped crying and causing scenes like before.

I charged by the hour instead.

Ten grand an hour during the day. Twenty at night. Triple on holidays.

Three months later, my account was up almost two million dollars.

Pierce had promised to help me pick a dress for a banquet, but Daphne called him crying, saying she'd sliced her hand while cooking.

I didn't even look up. I just held out my phone with the payment screen open.