Chapter 4The Million-Dollar Mistake: My Kept Man is a Billionaire

I ran into the hot host again.

This time, on my university campus.

Hard to believe, but even after five rounds of blind dates, I still hadn't graduated college.

It wasn't my fault.

The decent guys on campus were all taken. The single ones either weren't interested in dating, or they were total players.

Twenty-two is the prime age for everything, including having kids.

Have them early, recover early, and they grow up early.

My family has money. I didn't need to stress over education funds.

My grand master plan: Get the baby-making done before I turned twenty-five.

I still had three years.

Spotting the host, I very "casually" shifted my designer bag so the massive 'LV' logo was practically flashing in his face. Just a little subtle flexing.

He walked right past me without a single reaction.

Excellent. You've officially secured my attention, sir.

I sprinted in front of him and blocked his path. "Hold on! You're one of the low-income scholarship students here, right?"

I saw him with my own two eyes. He just walked out of Room 306 in Building A.

The campus PA system had been blasting all morning, announcing a mandatory meeting for all low-income students in that exact room.

No wonder he had to moonlight at that shady club.

I flashed my most confident smile. "How about this? You become my guy. I'll give you twenty grand a month, and you never have to do that kind of dirty work again."

He raised an eyebrow. "Twenty grand?"

Not enough?

Makes sense. His base rate for one night was three grand.

I gritted my teeth. "Fifty grand."

He looked at me, an amused, unreadable expression on his face. "Which 'dirty work' exactly?"

See? I knew there was no problem that throwing more money at couldn't solve.

Since he had accepted my arrangement, he belonged to me now.

"You don't need to go back to that club. I'm taking care of you now."

I laid down my very reasonable terms: "Of course, I still need to see your medical records. I can go with you to the clinic tomorrow."

He narrowed his eyes, clearly calculating something.

Suddenly, he smirked.

"Deal."

I was incredibly pleased with myself.

I had officially secured myself a hot, broke college boy.