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"You're taller than your photos," she said. "That's good. Liars bore me."

"Which is?"

She smiled. It didn't reach her eyes. "Company. Sometimes more. Sometimes just the sound of another person breathing in the same room. I'm a busy woman. I don't have time for romance, and I have no patience for men who pretend they want anything other than what you want." -18 - Condition Mom - Sugar Mom -2018- Korean E...

"Condition one," she said, crossing her legs. "You live in my building. A studio in Hannam-dong. You go to class. You study. You maintain a 3.8 or higher. Condition two: you do not drink. You do not do drugs. You do not bring anyone to the apartment without my approval. Condition three: you are available when I call. Not when you feel like it. When I call." "You're taller than your photos," she said

Inside smelled like leather and the ghost of expensive perfume—something with gardenia and something darker, maybe sandalwood. The woman in the backseat was not what he expected. She was forty-three. He knew because he'd spent an hour searching for her after the first message, finding nothing but a shell company registered to a Park Hae-sook, a name so common it was a brick wall. It didn't reach her eyes

He understood then that he wasn't a sugar baby. He wasn't a lover or a toy or a transaction.

And then he would turn off his phone, close his eyes, and try very, very hard to deserve it.