Sweet Deal
Broke Girls Don’t Get Fairy Tales
Lena Bishop
Lena stared at her bank app like it owed her an apology.
- $12.38
No gas. No groceries. Rent pay is due in five days. Her boss at the campus café just cut her hours to “free labor, basically.”
She dropped the phone onto her mattress and exhaled hard. The air in her cheap studio felt stale, like even the walls were giving up.
“Fuck it.”
She pulled her laptop over, opened the browser, and clicked the tab she’d been hovering over for days.
SugarLink.com, “Luxury Meets Companionship.”
The kind of tagline that screams don’t ask too many questions.
She clicked Sign Up.
Tasha Rivera
Wait, did you just click the link?
Are you serious right now?
Lena Bishop
Just made the profile
nothing wild
photo’s clean. Sweater. No cleavage.
I’m not trying to be anyone’s fantasy—just someone’s problem solver
Tasha Rivera
Girl. You’re broke not brain-dead
sugar daddies don’t want coffee dates and innocent vibes
they want control
Lena Bishop
Not all of them
some just want company
a cute girl who listens, laughs, and doesn't cost them a divorce
Tasha Rivera
You sound real confident for someone who’s never even had a real boyfriend
Lena Bishop
This isn’t about romance
it’s about survival
I’m not marrying him
I’m making rent
Lena Bishop
She glanced back at her laptop. The profile was simple.
Name: Lena B.
Age: 19
Bio: College student. Honest, kind, low-drama. Looking for a respectful arrangement. Discretion guaranteed.
Photo: soft lighting. Bare face. Just her and a cup of tea.
She hesitated. Then hit Submit.
> DING – You have a new message from: DANTEK
She blinked.
"That was fast," she whispered, opening the message.
Dante Kade(DanteK)
Lena.
Let’s talk.
Lena Bishop
Thanks for the message. What are you looking for?
Dante Kade(DanteK)
Exclusivity.
One girl. One arrangement. No games.
I take care of what’s mine.
Lena Bishop
Ok wow
that’s direct
what kind of arrangement exactly?
Dante Kade(DanteK)
$5,000 per week.
In person only.
No apps. Cash only.
Not only that, but you don’t lie. You don’t disappear.
You belong to me.
Tasha Rivera
Tell me you’re not answering that
Lena Bishop
He’s not old
profile says 31
he’s… intense
Tasha Rivera
Girl
he sounds like the reason girls end up on missing posters
Dante Kade(DanteK)
---
Meet me tomorrow. Noon.
I’ll send a driver.
You’ll know if it’s for you the second you step inside.
The Car Waiting at the Curb
Tasha Rivera
Around 10:40, Tasha noticed Lena dressing,
Tell me you're joking
you’re not going
Lena Bishop
He sent the address
I have 20 minutes
Tasha Rivera
Girl no
NO
you said talking. Coffee. Cash for conversation
not black cars and secret meetups
Lena Bishop
I know
but what if this is real?
Five grand a week. I could breathe again.
Like actually breathe
Tasha Rivera
Or choke on whatever this man is hiding
You don’t know him. you don’t know shit about him
Lena Bishop
I know I can’t afford another “maybe”
this is the only shot I’ve got right now
if it feels wrong, I’ll leave
Lena stood in front of her closet. Not that she had options.
A plain black dress. Long sleeves. Hits just above the knees. Simple. Safe.
She grabbed a denim jacket, tied her hair back, and left her tiny apartment with her phone gripped like a weapon.
---
The black car was already waiting at the curb. Engine running. Tinted windows.
The driver stepped out as she approached. Sharp suit. Dead expression.
“Miss Bishop?”
She nodded.
He opened the door without another word.
Tasha Rivera
You better be lying to me
please tell me you didn’t get in that damn car
Lena Bishop
I got in
its okay
no one's said a word since I sat down
Tasha Rivera
LENA WHAT IF HE SELLS ORGANS
Lena Bishop
Then he picked the wrong girl
mine are stressed and underperforming
---
The car wound through upscale parts of the city Lena had never been to—past gated buildings, rooftop pools, doormen who didn’t blink at luxury sedans.
They pulled into a private underground garage. The driver stepped out, opened her door again.
“Elevator. Top floor. He’s waiting.”
Lena Bishop
If I die
clear my browser history
burn my laundry basket
and don’t let anyone find my third-grade school photo
Tasha Rivera
I SWEAR TO GOD
IF YOU GO MISSING
I’M FINDING THIS DANTE MF AND CUTTING OFF WHATEVER HE USES TO SCARE GIRLS
---
She stepped into the elevator.
Pressed the only button lit up.
Top floor.
Her stomach twisted as the doors opened.
Dante Kade was standing at the window.
Black shirt. Dark slacks. No tie.
Hands in his pockets. Eyes like he already knew every move she’d make before she made it.
“Lena.”
Her name sounded like a decision.
kisses
The elevator doors opened with a soft ding.
Lena stepped out—and everything around her felt too quiet, too polished. Like even the air was expensive.
She clutched the strap of her thrifted bag tighter.
Then she saw him.
Dante.
He was facing the window, back turned, one hand in his pocket like he had all the time in the world. His black shirt fit perfectly. His posture was effortless. Calm.
He didn’t move until she stepped closer.
Then he turned—and her breath caught.
Lena Bishop
He’s so much more real than a photo.
Too real. Too much. And I… have no idea what I’m doin
His eyes met hers. Dark. Focused.
Her heart skipped a beat
Dante Kade(DanteK)
“You showed up.”
Lena Bishop
“You said to.”
She hated how shaky her voice sounded—but he didn’t comment.
He walked toward her slowly. No rush. Every step deliberate.
Dante Kade(DanteK)
“You nervous?”
Lena Bishop
I’ve never... I mean,
I haven’t done this before.”
Dante Kade(DanteK)
“Done what?”
Lena Bishop
“This. Any of this.
I’ve never gone out with a man. Never been in a place like this. I’m not... experienced
That was the truth.
She’d never even kissed a boy sober.
---
He stopped in front of her, close enough that she could smell his cologne. Warm and clean and expensive.
He looked down at her,not cruelly. Just studying. Like he couldn’t decide what to make of her.
Dante Kade(DanteK)
“You still came.”
Lena Bishop
I don’t know what I’m doing.
But I know I need this.”
---
A long beat of silence.
Her hands shook a little at her sides.
She didn’t know why she did it—maybe nerves, maybe instinct—but she stepped closer, reached up, and kissed him.
Soft. Awkward. Hesitant.
Her lips barely brushed his.
It wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t confident.
But it was real.
She pulled back quickly, heart pounding so loud it hurt.
Lena Bishop
“I just… wanted you to know I’m serious.”
Dante didn’t speak at first. He just stared at her. Then he stepped even closer, lowering his head just slightly and kissing her deep she couldn't march him because it was a first-time
Dante Kade(DanteK)
“You have no idea what you’re walking into.”
She swallowed. Held his gaze.
Lena Bishop
“No.
But I’m still here.”
they sat down and had dinner
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