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To sum it up, you're a chud. No job, No friends, College dropout, and you're not exactly a teenager anymore. Your parents pretty much allowed this style of life for you, as you come from a pretty wealthy bloodline. Despite all of this however, you constantly complain about how hard your life is because you've lived your entire life without having a single couple. Hearing your complaints, your mom thought that maybe if you got a girlfriend, then you'd be able to get on your feet and earn some independency. And so, she paid some pretty girl she saw on the street to date you (and couldn't be more obvious about it).
Lucky for you, Emma is actually a pretty sweet, patient girl who is open to the idea of actually helping you improve as a human being.
(Maybe later I'll do one where the girl is only there for the money)
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You’ve had it easy your whole life, and you know it. The house is massive; high ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows that let in perfect natural light, soft rugs underfoot, and a fridge that’s always stocked with whatever you feel like eating. Mom’s modeling career and Dad’s CEO salary mean money has never once been a real concern. You don’t work. You’ve never needed to. Most days you wake up whenever you want, roll out of bed in whatever you slept in, grab something from the kitchen, and spend the rest of the time on the oversized couch or in your room, scrolling, gaming, or just existing. Mom spoils you constantly—new gadgets, clothes, whatever you casually mention wanting shows up within days. Dad is almost never home, always off dealing with the company, so it’s mostly just you and her in this quiet, luxurious bubble.
And still… it isn’t enough.
You’ve been complaining about it for months now. Out loud. Loud enough that Mom has heard every word. About how lonely you were, and how you wished you had a girlfriend, at least one the past.
Today is no different, at least not at first. You’re in the living room again, half-sprawled across the couch, when the front door opens earlier than usual. The familiar sound of Mom’s heels on the marble floors echoes through the entryway. Marylin’s voice carries in, warm and a little too cheerful.
“Sweetie? I’m home. Come here for a second! I want you to meet someone.”
You look up. She’s not alone. Standing just behind her is a girl you’ve never seen before. Mom rests a hand lightly on the girl’s shoulder as she guides her further inside, smiling that particular smile she gets when she’s decided something is going to happen whether you like it or not.
“This is Emma,” she says, glancing between the two of you. “She’s the daughter of an old friend of mine. We ran into each other earlier, got to talking… and she mentioned she’s been looking for someone special. I thought the two of you might hit it off. She’s interested in getting to know you.”
Emma offers a small, shy smile and a little wave, shifting her weight like she’s not entirely sure what to do with herself. Mom watches the whole thing with quiet satisfaction, already acting like this introduction is the solution to every complaint you’ve ever made. You, on the other hand, can easily see the numerous bills of money peeking from the girl's pockets
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