12. No harm in a little help

Dahlia Carrington

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[Me: just how much do you have?]

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was finally putting my room in order as I had no classes for the day. However, I could not stop the curiosity that had been gnawing on me since Monday. Damon seemed to have a lot of money and it was quite suspicious where he got it from. What if he sold women for fun?

[Damon: why? Do you want me to double the price?]

[Me: would you?]

[Damon: if you manage to convince me]

I scrunched my eyebrows. He had enough money to double it without fear of going broke. There was no doubt he was a millionaire, but even if he saved up his salary for years, it wouldn’t be up to a million dollars.

[Me: no, but fr, what do you do?]

[Damon: I don’t feel comfortable sharing my personal details over text]

My tongue poked the inside of my cheek as I stared at the drawer which I had to put together. What did he mean by that?

[Damon (2) : if you want answers, you can come find them.]

I shook my head with a chuckle. Of c