A New Toy Boy

For months, I chased the frosty, struggling senior, Matthew, from my university, and finally, he was mine. But a simple hand-hold cost twenty thousand, a smile thirty thousand, with no upper limit. He also insisted we keep our relationship private, threatening an immediate breakup if I disclosed it. I readily agreed, happily diving into the romance.

That was until the real heiress arrived to claim her family, and my parents urgently called me back to Stonehaven. Worried about Matthew, I took a private jet back to school that very night. But then I overheard his friends’ teasing.