Back when I was helping him out, Max only had eyes for me. He’d call me “Baby,” tell me I was working too hard and say how much he appreciated me. He even promised to buy me a big house once he passed his civil service exam. That promise was just as hollow as it sounds now.
I looked down at the broken suitcase and the mess all over the floor.
Without thinking, I slapped him—hard.
“Give me a hundred bucks,” I said.
I held out my hand. “Didn’t you want that soup for Jane? Give me a thousand. It’s going to be expensive.”
I wasn’t joking. Max probably didn’t realize it, but I come from money. I had left my family and moved to Bremont for him, breaking ties with everyone I knew.
A cliché story, I know. But a painful one, too.
Max scoffed, pulled out his phone and started tapping on the screen.
That’s when I remembered. I took out my phone and held it up to him.
“Sorry, you’ll have to scan to pay. Your side chick deleted my contact on DayChat.”
Max’s eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance, but he scanned the code.
“If you wanted money, you could’ve just asked. No need to play games,” he sneered.