Chapter 2

Just as I got to the school gates, Beckett stopped me.

I'd met him while working part-time at the campus café.

He took one look at my pale, weak face and pulled me into his arms.

"What happened to you? You look terrible. Are you sick?"

Hearing the concern in his voice made me break down and start sobbing.

I couldn't imagine how he'd react if he ever found out I was a prostitute.

I tried my best to steady my voice. "It's nothing, just a stomach issue. I just got back from the hospital. I'll be fine after some rest. Don't worry."

"How can I not worry?" he frowned. "You didn't reply to my texts all morning. And didn't you say you loved taro cake? Look, I got you some. Maybe if you eat it, your stomach will feel better."

He gave me a goofy grin, dangling the bag in his hand.

Beckett was loaded. His clothes, pants, backpack, laptop, and any single item cost more than I could make in two months of entertaining clients.

I thought, "Life was just unfair.

Some people are born into wealth.

Others can't even afford a train ticket in their whole lifetime."

He was one of the sugar daddies I targeted at school.

I hesitated for a long time, looking conflicted, before I finally spoke, "Beckett... can you lend me some money?"

"Of course," he said instantly. "How much do you need? I'll transfer it right now."

He never said no to anything I asked.

I couldn't say it out loud. I just held up three fingers.

"Transaction complete. Three thousand dollars."

I froze for a second at how fast he sent it.

For a moment, I almost wanted to say yes to his confession, to throw it all away and just be with him.

"I'll pay you back," I told him, looking into his eyes.

He pouted playfully, pretending to be angry, "What, are we strangers now? If you keep being so formal, I'm gonna get mad."

But I knew I didn't deserve him.

I only approached him for one reason, his money.