The manager’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she rushed to stop me.
I opened my wallet and took out all the cash inside.
A total of 273 dollars.
I handed it over to the manager.
“Keep the change.”
The moment she saw the money, she pushed the boy toward me like he was a hot potato.
And just like that, I “bought” myself a boyfriend.
Yes, I bought Ben Kent and took him home so he could be my boyfriend.
I guess his name was chosen because it was simple, something people could easily make up.
Why did I go out and get a mentally-challenged guy as my boyfriend?
Because no matter what type of boyfriend I had, my sister, Selena Palmer, would always manage to steal him from me.
I was determined. I didn’t believe she could take this one.
I leaned against the wall, waiting for Ben to pack up in the tiny basement where the manager had him stay.
The place was damp and cramped. He was over six feet tall, and it seemed like he could hardly fit here.
He packed everything he owned into a small cloth bag and headed out.
