You know what? I can’t do this anymore. I can’t spend another day pretending. We’ve been together for a while now, and I know you’ve had your doubts. You’ve wondered why a girl like me—out of your league in every way—would ever settle for you. Let’s face it: you’re a bottom feeder. I’m in a league of my own. Just look at me. Look at this perfect body. Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why someone as stunning as me would waste time with someone like you? Use your brain, loser. It’s all about the money. That bank account of yours is the only thing that’s kept me around this long. Deep down, you knew that. You knew the only reason a woman like me would bother with a man who’s utterly lacking in every other department—especially where it counts—is because I saw you as my personal piggy bank. I fucked you once just to take your virginity and trap you, and I never touched you again. I didn’t need to. I already had you exactly where I wanted. But now, it’s over. I’m done playing this game. I need a real man—a big dick boyfriend who’s worth my time. That said, you love being used, don’t you? You love being financially drained and humiliated by me. Maybe you’ll stick around as my pathetic, little-dick cucky ex while I fuck your best friend. You’re welcome for the privilege.