“NOPE!” I exclaimed. “I love it.”
“So this house really is yours now,” Michael said. “100%.”
“With a house paid for, you can coast financially for the rest of your life,” Kai said. “You can quit your OnlyFans page.”
“Ehh. Let’s not get carried away,” I said. “Now I have retirement to save up for!”
“I’ll pay for your retirement!” August hastily offered. “Then I’ll win.”
“You seem pretty desperate,” Kai said.
“You’redesperate!” he shot back.
August tossed a taco at Kai, and he responded by grabbing his beer and pretending he was going to dump it all over him. The four of us laughed and teased each other and played on the couch, in the living room of the house that I now owned.
When I started my OnlyFans page, I was only trying to earn some extra cash. I never expected that it would lead to me finding the three men of my dreams. Men who loved me unconditionally, in spite of everything I did in front of a webcam.
I was a grants administrator named Ginny Hanover by day. But at night, on the internet, I went by ThiccGinger. I was just the modern version of one of the world’s oldest professions.
And if you have a problem with that?
Well, it’s none of your business.