Golden Cage: He Begged Me to Spend His Billions
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Year *n* of being Iris Thorne's kept little canary—
I'd been spoiled rotten. My appetite for the finer things only grew.
I could hit him up for pocket money forty times in a single day.
Until the time I texted him asking for a few million to buy a sports car. You know, just to flex a little.
That's when I happened to glance at the tablet he'd left behind.
A woman saved in his contacts as "Leora" had sent him a message.
*"Don't you think your little mistress asks you for too much money every month?"*
*"It is a bit much."* Short. Blunt. To the point.
My heart lurched. I didn't want to see any more. I quietly locked the screen.
An hour later, Iris called. His voice was low:
"Didn't you want that sports car?"
"Why'd you stop texting me?"
"Or has someone else already bought it for you?"
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Year *n* of being Iris Thorne's kept little canary—
I'd been spoiled rotten. My appetite for the finer things only grew.
I could hit him up for pocket money forty times in a single day.
Until the time I texted him asking for a few million to buy a sports car. You know, just to flex a little.
That's when I happened to glance at the tablet he'd left behind.
A woman saved in his contacts as "Leora" had sent him a message.
*"Don't you think your little mistress asks you for too much money every month?"*
*"It is a bit much."* Short. Blunt. To the point.
My heart lurched. I didn't want to see any more. I quietly locked the screen.
An hour later, Iris called. His voice was low:
"Didn't you want that sports car?"
"Why'd you stop texting me?"
"Or has someone else already bought it for you?"
Iris rarely said that much in one breath—rushed, almost frantic.
Maybe I was imagining things.
But by the end, his voice almost sounded… hurt.
As a proper kept woman,
I'm nothing if not loyal.
So I denied it immediately:
"No, no—I didn't buy the car."
A pause on the other end. Like he hadn't expected that answer.
After a long moment:
"Why not?"
I thought of that jaw-droppingly gorgeous Barbie-pink Lamborghini at the dealership.
Latest model. My favorite color.
My heart was bleeding, but I held firm:
"I just… suddenly don't want it anymore. That car isn't even that great. It's, you know… whatever."
God knows, by the time I got to those last few words,
I was on the verge of tears.
*My darling sports car, Mommy has to let you go tonight.*
And of course, that's when Iris had to ask one more time:
"Really?"
What was I supposed to do?
It felt like he was testing me.
For a sugar daddy, he really couldn't read the room.
Oh right—he couldn't actually see me right now.
His message to that other woman kept replaying in my head.
It was driving me crazy. I just wanted this conversation over.
"Really, really. I've gotta go—bye."
I hung up. My brain went completely blank.
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That night, with the misunderstanding cleared, we were disgustingly inseparable.
I took the phone with trembling hands.
The conversation was right the
The bathroom was thick with steam. I looked at my red-rimmed reflection in the mirror
Over the next few days, I stuck rigidly to my "austerity plan."
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