11. Remy was honest

Almost one month into my arrangement with the Daniels, I was getting the hang of juggling my schedule with them. To this date, Marx still hasn't got a clue about my sugar daddies. If that was what I can call them, though I felt more like a highly paid whore with my boss, Jed, as my pimp and me still getting lowly paid. But I was not hating the amenities, the apartment for one was a huge step up from my tiny living space with minimum heating.

"Ugh, come on, Remy, it's just for the weekend. I'm desperate here,"

"Well, you don't have to attend, you know that, right?"

Marx had been begging me to accompany him to his high school reunion, telling me that his date was suddenly unavailable and he needed me to be his fake boyfriend for the weekend.

"First of all, I don't do reunions," I said, trying to put my point across though I know he would still insist anyway. "Second, it's the weekend, you know Jed would flip if both of us wanted to take two days off and I'm not risking my job,"

"But, yo