POV: Haven
"So, how did you end up living here, in this house? Wait, don't tell me. You totally have a sugar daddy." Emery asks. My jaw drops. "No! Gross." I can't believe she would think that.
I met Emery in a coffee shop. She sat at my table and started talking to me randomly. I feel like I somehow already know her, but I can't quite put my finger on it. She convinced me to go out shopping with her. I was a bit nervous but agreed to it. I saw her as a potential friend and I felt like I could trust her. I don't feel that way about many people.
"If you don't have a sugar daddy, then maybe a sugar mama?" She suggests. "Oh my gosh, No! I moved out of my parent's house because they were smothering me. This is a family friend's house. He's actually the dean of the university." I say wantin
