Backup Girl No More: Adios to my V-card and My First Love (Brooklyn) novel Chapter 55

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Chapter 1 

“What are you watching?” 

Pax slipped his arms around me from behind, his breath warm against my skin. A featherlight kiss landed on my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine. 

His gaze shifted to my phone screen. 

For a long moment, he said nothing. Then, with a low chuckle, he reached up and covered my eyes. 

“Don’t watch that… it’s embarrassing.” 

The video kept playing. 

On the screen, Pax was in a ballet dress, balancing on tiptoes, spinning in wobbly circles. His movements were clumsy, awkward. But his expression–so focused, so serious–made my chest 

tighten. 

My throat felt dry. 

“Was it worth it?” I asked softly. 

He had gone this far–putting on a dress, performing ballet, throwing away his pride–all to earn enough to buy me a measly $10 apple cake. 

Was it really worth it? 

“Of course it was.” 

He answered without hesitation, his voice lazy, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. 

“This is nothing.” 

“When I make real money one day, I’ll buy you designer bags. The kind that cost a hundred grand.” 

He paused after saying that, as if something had just occurred to him. 

I clenched my fingers into a fist. But on my face, there was still only a soft smile. 

“Alright,” I said. 

We lived in a cramped, rundown apartment in the heart of the city slums. 

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The room was so small that once the bed was in, there was barely space for anything else. 

A hundred grand. 

It sounded like a figure from another world, impossibly out of reach. 

And yet, today–I had heard it twice. 

Pax didn’t know that I had been there that night, watching his performance from the crowd. 

I was dressed in a clumsy, oversized Santa Claus suit, my face hidden beneath a tangled mess of cheap synthetic white hair. The glue used to stick it on must have been low–quality–I felt an itch creeping across my skin, and soon, red splotches broke out along my jawline. 

The event coordinator took one look at me and told me to head backstage to clean up. 

That was when I passed by a room with its door left slightly ajar. 

And I heard his voice. 

“Yeah, I’m kind of over it. Never in my life have I lived in a place that shitty,” Pax said casually. His 

tone was light, unfamiliar–nothing like the man I thought I knew. 

“The market’s right downstairs. If you don’t close the window, the whole room reeks of rotting fish and shrimp.” 

Laughter rippled through the room. Someone chimed in, voice full of amusement. 

“You really went all out, huh? Dressing up like that was a bold move.” 

“After tonight, she’ll probably be completely devoted to you.” 

“As if she’d ever find out that when Nina had her birthday, you bought her a $100,000 designer bag without even blinking.” 

Laughter erupted again. 

“$100,000.” 

That number rang in my head, over and over. 

Someone snorted. “So, Pax, how long are you planning to keep up this poor–boy act?” 

“Nina’s coming back in seven days. If she finds out you’ve been fooling around with some random 

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The room was so small that once the bed was in, there was barely space for anything else. 

A hundred grand. 

It sounded like a figure from another world, impossibly out of reach. 

And yet, today–I had heard it twice. 

Pax didn’t know that I had been there that night, watching his performance from the crowd. 

I was dressed in a clumsy, oversized Santa Claus suit, my face hidden beneath a tangled mess of cheap synthetic white hair. The glue used to stick it on must have been low–quality–I felt an itch creeping across my skin, and soon, red splotches broke out along my jawline. 

The event coordinator took one look at me and told me to head backstage to clean up. 

That was when I passed by a room with its door left slightly ajar. 

And I heard his voice. 

“Yeah, I’m kind of over it. Never in my life have I lived in a place that shitty,” Pax said casually. His tone was light, unfamiliar–nothing like the man I thought I knew. 

“The market’s right downstairs. If you don’t close the window, the whole room reeks of rotting fish and shrimp.” 

Laughter rippled through the room. Someone chimed in, voice full of amusement. 

“You really went all out, huh? Dressing up like that was a bold move.” 

“After tonight, she’ll probably be completely devoted to you.” 

“As if she’d ever find out that when Nina had her birthday, you bought her a $100,000 designer bag 

without even blinking.” 

Laughter erupted again. 

“$100,000.” 

That number rang in my head, over and over. 

Someone snorted. “So, Pax, how long are you planning to keep up this poor–boy act?” 

“Nina’s coming back in seven days. If she finds out you’ve been fooling around with some random