The Boy I Paid to Hug Me Was a Secret Billionaire

To calm my skin hunger, I pay Julian Vance—the quiet, broke campus heartthrob—$30 a day to hold me for an hour. It’s supposed to be simple, until I can’t afford the deal anymore. Too embarrassed to admit it, I cut him off, block his number, and walk away. Then Julian shows up in a luxury sports car to confront my ex, and I realize the “poor boy” I hired has been hiding a much bigger secret.