Page 95 of I Blame the Club

“I’ve got a special delivery!” Strutting into my bedroom like she owns the place, Stella gives me a blinding smile and hands over a plain paper bag.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

I take the bag without hesitation, my love of gifts immediately overtaking the need to scan my room for more condoms.

“It’s not from me. Hurry up so I can see what’s inside!” She claps her hands and I look at Lacey with a frown.

“If you didn’t get this for me then who…” My voice dies when I spot an elegant white card sitting inside.

Try not to get this one dirty -Maurice

My jaw drops as I read and re-read the handwritten note, the perfect calligraphy making me want to have it framed so I can put it up on my wall.

“What is it? Mo refused to let me see it.” Stella creeps closer, trying to peer past the tissue paper. Lacey joins, taking the card from my hand and flipping it over.

“It looks like the type of card that comes with flower bouquets. Or something equally expensive.” She looks at Stella, “Where did he say he bought it?”

“He didn’t say. He just handed me the bag and said to have it delivered today by 7 PM.” Stella gestures impatiently at the bag in my hand, “Can you open it already?”

I gulp, trying to calm my racing heart, “This is a lot to take in.”

Lacey smiles and passes back the card, “Open the gift before you overthink. Stella might die of anticipation if you don’t.”

“I almost went into cardiac arrest on the way here.” Stella grins, flicking her platinum braid over her shoulder, “It took all my self-control not to peek.”

Lacey looks at her admirably, “I would have looked for sure.”

“It was close. I almost broke waiting at the door.”

The girls break into laughter while I pull apart the tissue paper with shaking hands. Bright red material assaults my vision as Iunveil the gift, the silky material of the dress shirt one thousand times softer than any of the shirts I’ve invested in over the years.

“Oh, Nico.” Covering her mouth, Lacey looks at me with glassy eyes, “He found the one you lost.”

I can only nod, the emotions clogging my throat as I carefully switch out my pre-date loungewear for this masterpiece. The impossibly soft material strokes my skin as I adjust the collar around my neck and undo the top two buttons.

Maurice bought me a shirt.

Maurice bought metheshirt.

Struggling to catch my breath, I give the girls a spin, showing off my new top from every angle. Stella lets out a hoot and Lacey shakes her head with a smile. Something sharp stabs my side, and with a frown, I pull out the price tag

And scream.

“What’s wrong?” Lacey races forward, reaching for the tag but Stella snatches it away before she can see how many zeros are attached to this shirt.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.” She huffs, “Mo always forgets to take off the price tag. It’s such a bad habit.”

“Why would he pay that much for a shirt?!”

The question comes out as a shriek, my eyes still glued to the price tag in Stella’s hands, “That’s not normal.”

Lacey snorts, “Didn’t you just say normal wasn’t your custom?”

I open my mouth but Stella beats me to the punch, “Mo wouldn’t have looked at the price tag before buying this – and trust me when I say this is not the most he has spent on a shirt.”

Holy shit.

I’ve found the hottest sugar daddy in Canada.

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