Broke Boys Ruin Christmas: Slay Bells, Bank Accounts & Bedroom Eyes

Ulisa

I took a holiday job to afford toilet paper. What I got was a rich, rude zaddy with a taste for control and a habit of leaving gifts with no receipts. Brandon Black doesn’t flirt. He orders. He buys. He stares like I’m a problem he wants to ruin slowly. One look and I was already wet. One gift and I was on my knees.

Now I’m wearing a diamond anklet that came with rules. Show up. Stay quiet. Come only when told.

He says I belong to him.

But I’ve been broke long enough to know everything has a price.

Even me.

Brandon

She walked in like trouble in heels. Big eyes. Smart mouth. Desperation behind all that pretty. I could smell the hunger on her. Not just for money. For ownership.

I don’t do sweet. I don’t do holidays. I do power.

And Ulisa? She’s not ready for the kind of man who ruins women in silk sheets then makes them beg for more.

She thinks I want her body.

She’s wrong. I want her loyalty. Her obedience. Her addiction.

I want every last piece until she forgets what freedom tastes like.

Age-gap. Zaddy kink. Holiday job gone wrong. Public tension. Gifts with strings.

She wanted a paycheck.

He gave her a contract.

Now Christmas comes with cuffs.