Chapter 11 Remy Was Honest

• Almost one month into my arrangement with the Daniels, I was getting the hang of juggling my schedule with them. To this date, Marx still hasn't got a clue about my sugar daddies. If that was what I can call them, though I felt more like a highly paid whore with my boss, Jed, as my pimp and me still getting lowly paid. But I was not hating the amenities, the apartment for one was a huge step up from my tiny living space with minimum heating.
• "Ugh, come on, Remy, it's just for the weekend. I'm desperate here,"
• "Well, you don't have to attend, you know that, right?"