Four daddies missing their baby girl. One baby girl left completely shattered. It’ll take more than a contract to fix what’s broken between them.

It’s over. It’s really over.
All I want to do is move on with my life. Get back on track with my goals and achieve my dream future.
Graduate.
Get a job.
Buy a house.
Adopt a cat.
That’s it. No more sugar daddies. Just the regular life of a college student. Maybe even date a boy or two. I just need to stay strong and think of my future.
But they are making it fucking impossible.
Everywhere I turn, one of them is there. It’s like they are working as a unit to wear me down. At my dorm. In class. Between classes. Morning, afternoon, and night. Even my fucking dorm room. Nowhere is off-limits.
I can’t escape them. They are using every one of their skills to show me exactly what I’m missing.
And the worst part about all of this? I think it might be working.