Elisa’s POV
I returned to my apartment tired after classes. My bag dropped to the floor, and I lay on my bed without removing my shoes. My mind had been restless all day, so I pulled out my phone and opened Glamz again.
I had been scrolling through profiles for two nights texting men with profiles I felt attracted to.
Most of the men were either too busy to reply steadily, or too expensive to hire, or too way too dramatic. Some offered only friendship, others wanted months of fake dating, which I couldn’t afford.
I kept scrolling. My thumb paused when I saw a profile with the stage name Chris Watts. There was no face, only a dark icon, but his description pulled me in.
He wrote that he was calm, private, and easy to talk to. He offered “fake contract mate relationships” and “wedding a
