Chloe sends a whole slew of laughing/crying emojis.
That’s not very nice.
that dicknose nut hound isn’t very nice.
A giggle escapes my lips and I glance at the door, hoping Logan is still on the phone upstairs. It takes me a few seconds to get back to our text convo.
you still haven’t explained what’s complicated.
I know. Oh, the hell with it. Logan’s going to get off his call eventually and I did start texting her to talk about this.
He says he wants to help me.
who, lance?
would have helped immensely if he hadn’t cheated on you.
No, Logan.
I mean, Lance was trying to help me in his way, but that’s obviously not what I’m talking about.
help you with what?
Not 100% sure.
We were having dinner and he said “will you let me help you?”
But then his phone rang and he said he had to take the call and…
and you’re not sure if he meant help you with his dick or something else.
like his money, maybe?
Something like that, yeah.
what do you want from him, hon?
I sigh and toss my phone on Lance’s bed, then flop onto my back. I have no idea what I want from Logan.
Yeah, that’s a lie. I want everything. But what if Logan only wants to help me out of some sort of guilt because it’s his son who cheated on me and left me needing to find a new apartment and a better-paying job?
My phone buzzes next to me and I lift it over my face to read Chloe’s new text.
??????
I dunno, dude.
why is it a problem that your sugar daddy boyfriend wants to help you?
isn’t that what daddies do?
Because—boyfriend?? Is that what he is? I mean, two days ago he was my boyfriend’s dad.
and you’ve had a crush on him since you met him.
plus, you’ve been wanting to find a nice daddy.
and you deserve a better boyfriend than that pompous prick goblin.
