The Boy She Bought for Twenty Thousand

Ten years ago, Kayla Vance was fighting with her ex on the street when she kicked over the egg stall I had set up along the curb.

"I could marry any poor kid selling eggs on the roadside and still be a hundred times better off than with you!"

Right there she pulled out a bank card and slapped it down on my stall board. "Twenty thousand. Be my boyfriend."

And just like that, I went from the poor kid selling eggs to the boyfriend of Kayla Vance, high-society heiress.

For ten years everyone called me "the egg boy she bought for twenty grand."