My student's billionaire father just bid 100 thousand dollars to go on a date with me.
Tonight our school held a fundraiser for his daughter’s best friend, and I donated a painting I’d made myself.
By the time it hit the auction block, the bids had barely crawled past one hundred dollars.
So my best friend at the mic leaned in and joked, ‘Whoever wins the painting also wins a date with the teacher who made it.’
I shot her a glare as the room laughed, and suddenly the bids started climbing.
A hundred dollars became five hundred, then a thousand, then five thousand.
Then the doors at the back swung open, and her voice died on the microphone.
Every head turned as he walked in, and the room went silent.
He just looked at the auctioneer and said,
‘One hundred thousand dollars.
Genre: Romance
Tonight our school held a fundraiser for his daughter’s best friend, and I donated a painting I’d made myself.
By the time it hit the auction block, the bids had barely crawled past one hundred dollars.
So my best friend at the mic leaned in and joked, ‘Whoever wins the painting also wins a date with the teacher who made it.’
I shot her a glare as the room laughed, and suddenly the bids started climbing.
A hundred dollars became five hundred, then a thousand, then five thousand.
Then the doors at the back swung open, and her voice died on the microphone.
Every head turned as he walked in, and the room went silent.
He just looked at the auctioneer and said,
‘One hundred thousand dollars.
Genre: Romance
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