Page 12 of Twisted Promise

Alessio asked why, and she said her necklace was broken as an excuse. The next notification wasn’t a rejection but a screenshot of a receipt for a pricey necklace, dated barely twenty seconds ago.

“Large transfers are monitored,”he said.“Didn’t want you to wait.”

Anya blinked, bewildered. Somewhere in their communication, the wires had crossed. But if she had started this ridiculous plan, she might as well commit.

She patted her chest as a sign of courage and offered him photos of her for an outrageously large amount of money. She was counting on him to call her an idiot or leave her on “read.”

Before Alessio could respond, she hit him with pricing details: $5,000 for a headshot, $10,000 for a half-body shot, and $30,000 for a full-body photo.

The text bubble lingered. She could imagine him on his bed, ready for her next clownish move and to mock her with a bemused gaze the next time he saw her.

A $50,000 bank transfer was alerted from her online banking app.

She sent a row of question marks to him because that was how speechless she was. What was he thinking, sending her that much money as if she had retainer lawyers to explain away the suspicion?

“It should get released before tomorrow’s business hours end,”the text read,“I want those photos, and it’s not illegal.”

The last part wasn’t reassuring, so she did a quick search online. It turned out that selling and buying non-explicit photos was, indeed, legal.

For explicit photos, there was more yellow tape to cross.

Without much hesitation, she sent a headshot of her passport photo, a copy of her upper body x-ray from last year, and a picture of herself in an inflatable tube dancer costume from her summer job at seventeen.

Technically, she fulfilled the requirements for the transaction. He couldn’t sue her for that.

She was stuck on what to do with the extra five thousand he sent, so she asked him. There was a five-minute silence from the other side, but strangely, she didn’t feel nervous about being in trouble.

He was probably regretting his choice and was phoning the bank’s customer service. She knew all his banks had around-the-clock phone lines, but that was if he still used those specific ones.

If he canceled the transaction, it would not have been like she had lost much since those photos weren’t embarrassing or could have been used as blackmail. Although they were broken up, she would still vouch for his character.

Maybe it was gullible of her to assume he hadn’t changed for the worse.

“I want my greeting tomorrow and every day after that.”

Anya stared at the text, her mind racing into the void as the words became a fuzzy double. She tapped the screen on autopilot, a skill she mastered after working with Meryl for years, and sent one last text.

“Of course, boss.”

That extra five thousand dollars was the cherry on top of her sugar-loaded adrenaline rush as she squealed into her pillow.

She reopened the thread and updated those who were still commenting with ideas. There were speculations in the lowerand more recent comments. They thought she was not going to do it, and some tried to educate Anya on gray areas of the law.

THREAD: I think my ex-boyfriend still likes me. How do I get him not to?

246:OP

It didn’t go as planned. I had to make up an excuse as to why I wanted $8k and said my necklace broke. He got me a pricey replacement and sent $50k for some photos.

247

Are you rubbing it in our faces? Receipts, or it didn’t happen.

248

Some photos? Do tell me what those are.

249: OP

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