Chapter 4

Ethan and I met on a chat app.

At the time, I had moved out of my parents' house to escape their constant nagging about marriage.

But finding a job was tough. My bank account was draining fast, and I was about to miss rent.

I was desperate for cash.

When I realized Ethan was incredibly needy and filthy rich, I started playing hard to get.

I’d ignore his texts for days, telling him I was too busy looking for jobs.

To buy my time, Ethan started sending me money.

I’d play cool: [There are plenty of guys offering me more. Why should I choose you?]

Ethan sounded pitiful: [What do you want from me?]

Me: [I want a loyal, obedient puppy. One that whines and calls me Mistress.]

It took Ethan a long time to reply.

He asked: [Do I need to show some skin?]

I smirked.

The next second, he sent a video.

A shirtless man with a black collar buckled around his neck.

"Mistress," his voice was incredibly low and seductive. "I only show this to my girl. Be mine, and I'll show you much more."

And just like that, we became online partners.

But to me, it was just a side hustle.

To protect myself, we agreed to never share faces or real names.

But who would have thought he was Ethan Reed?

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