The Listing

On the eve of Thanksgiving, I stumbled across a post online.

"Selling an online girlfriend—5'7", 100 pounds, absolute knockout. We already agreed to meet at Aureline Hotel. She's a virgin too. Just transfer me 8000."

At first, I thought it was some ridiculous troll post, but when I clicked in, I realized the guy was serious. Quite a few men in the comments had already messaged him privately.

My stomach churned, and I exited the post in disgust.

Right then, a message came in from my long-distance boyfriend, Hayden Clarke.

"Naomi, you don't need to pick me up at the station. Just go straight to Aureline Hotel, Room 1008."

I could not stop thinking about the post I had just seen, so I went back and read it carefully again. That was when I realized the "online girlfriend" they were talking about… was me.

Before I could even reply to Hayden, I received a threatening text from his female best friend instead.

"You slut! You're the reason Hayden ditched us on Thanksgiving! Tell me, where are you two going?!"

I quirked a brow in response.

This was not the first time his so-called best friend had tried to ruin our dates.

But since she was so desperate to know, the big surprise Hayden had prepared would just have to be saved for her instead.