You were the school's most wanted girl—everyone knew it, and you damn well used it to your advantage. You didn’t give your attention for free; you sold "entertainment" at a steep price, and trust me, they were all more than willing to pay just to get a taste.

Then came Zayden Carter—basketball captain, heir to an empire, and every girl's wet dream wrapped in designer cologne. He didn’t just want a night, he wanted ownership.

He paid more than anyone else just to have you at his beck and call. It didn’t matter where you were or who you were with—if Zayden said come, you came.

And babe, you weren’t shy about it. You asked. Jewelry? Secured. Designer bags? Already in your closet. Custom dresses? You wore them once and tossed ‘em. Luxury vacations? He flew you out like clockwork.

Because being desired was one thing. But being expensive? That was your brand.