The Billionaire Paid in Grocery Coupons

I was, without a doubt, the poorest sugar baby in the history of Manhattan.

While other kept women draped themselves in Cartier and flew private to St. Barts, my billionaire benefactor, Chase, paid my monthly allowance entirely in supermarket clipping coupons.

Every holiday gift was an assortment of roadside junk: complimentary tissue packets, branded plastic hand fans, and canvas totes from local bank openings.

Over Labor Day weekend, while the rest of the high-end mistresses were yachting around the Mediterranean, Chase’s live-in housekeeper, Mrs.