Chapter 3

That night felt endless. By morning, my entire body was sore, like I’d been hit by a truck and shattered into pieces.

I never expected this supposed male escort to be so skilled. He hadn’t stopped all night, murmuring, "Good girl," while kissing me softly. When my cries became too much, he’d say "I’m sorry" before plunging deeper, each time wilder than the last. Eventually, I passed out.

Honestly, I’d never felt better in my life! Totally worth it!

Especially hearing someone so reserved and clean-cut say such... things. Hehe, I scored big time!

I grinned as I turned to look at him.

And then I froze, my expression twisting into shock.

Holy crap! "Finn?!"

I was so stunned that I yelled his name.

This… this… wasn’t he the librarian from the second floor of the NYU library? The one who just started this semester??

Oh my god, I had slept with the librarian. Panic exploded in my mind like a thousand firecrackers. Girls, is it too late to play dead? I want to cry.

So…

Our school librarian is a male escort? Hahaha, this is the juiciest gossip ever! If I posted this on the university’s confession page, all the fangirls would lose it knowing their beloved librarian is a gigolo!

I was still giggling to myself when I noticed Finn staring at me with a look that clearly said, "Where’s my money?"

Wait… does he seriously not care that I’ve figured out his secret? Isn’t he embarrassed? How can he just openly ask a student for money like this? My hands were shaking as I opened my banking app, staring at my balance of 512 bucks. I transferred him 500. Our last chat was still from the time I messaged him, "You done for the day?"

Back then, I’d been studying for the exam, trying to hide my books in the library shelves. I didn’t want them confiscated, so I shamelessly added him on social media, mostly because he was pale, quiet, and a bit shy, with just the right amount of cockiness—like a heartthrob straight out of a college drama. He hit all my weak spots.

Since then, I’d used my sweetest smile to make myself unforgettable. I’d always be the last to leave the library, flash him a grin when hiding my books, and sit in spots where we could make eye contact. That way, I’d managed to snag his social media handle.

But this guy? He was ice-cold. After we exchanged one awkward message, he never replied.

Under his confused gaze, I hurriedly pulled on my clothes, ready to bolt.

But before I could escape, his long fingers closed around my wrist. He stared at me, disappointed. "You’re really just going to leave?"

I thought he was upset about the amount of money I’d sent.

"I-I-I’m a broke student, okay? That’s all the money I have! Thank you, sir, for your excellent service! Wishing you continued success in business. I’ll be off now!" I tried to peel his hand away as I backed toward the door, barefoot.

Finn stretched out his hand, pulling the blanket over me and rolling me back into his arms.

"You—you—you… what are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be a gentleman?" I tried to push against his chest, which, by the way, felt amazing.

He leaned down, smirking. "What do you think?"

Before I could catch my breath, he kissed me again.

Desperately, I tried to protest. "I-I-I don’t have any more money!"

After a couple of intense minutes, he pulled back just enough to chuckle.

"Buy one, get one free."

That left me speechless. This guy was good—too good. I couldn’t complain.

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