First message
My phone buzzes against my desk.
Money Mommy 🥰✨
I grin.
Yeah. That’s what I named her.
When we met, I’d been drinking, flirting, and generally being an idiot. She was thirty-two. I was twenty-one. I made some joke about needing a rich woman to fund my college lifestyle.
She asked if I was serious.
I said yes.
And somehow, several months later, here we are.
I’m not pretending this is some grand romance. She gives me money, buys me things, and in return I keep her company. That’s the arrangement.
I’ve gotten pretty good at it.
I open our messages.
hey
Three seconds.
what are you doing
Another.
are you busy
I pause.
can i come over later
I add another message before she can answer.
actually can we get dinner
i don’t want to eat alone
I lean back against my pillow.
This is normal.
Sugar babies are supposed to spend time with their sugar mommies.
That’s literally the point.
So what if I text her all day?