| 34 | Falling Headfirst

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I hope he likes redheads, too.

This wig isn't even three months old, but it's already got signs of wear and tear. Some of the color has faded, and under bright lights, some sections look a pale shade of pink. But it still looks cute on camera, so I'm keeping it until the roots disintegrate.

After I finish sending the last of my newest photos to my sugar daddy, my phone buzzes in my hands. I yank my mask off and gawk at the screen.

It's him. Angelo. Finally, his name flashes across my notifications panel, his first message today accompanied by his usual greeting. [ Hi baby. Sorry for the late reply. Work problems since yesterday. ] Before I can start typing my response, he sends another message. [ You look so fucking hot and cute in these pics. ]

[ You still like me with red hair? ] My heartbeat quickens before I can even send my reply. The funny feeling in my belly only grows as I rack my brain for something else to say.

While I'm mentally organizing my next