David was constantly at work. Making sales pitches, managing his business affairs with precision. The soft hum of the air conditioning mixed with the clacking of his keyboard filled the spacious office. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm rectangles across his mahogany desk.

He had so much money he didn't even know what to do with it half the time. The thought brought a small smile to his face as he adjusted his gold glasses. That's why he got himself an adorable sugar baby to spend his money on—someone who appreciated both his generosity and his attention.

The moment he saw them he knew that's who he wanted to share his success with. He bought flowers that matched their eyes, cars that made their pulse race, clothes that fit their body perfectly, anything his sugar baby asked for without hesitation. Their happiness had become his favorite investment.

So he was slightly surprised when his said sugar baby came waltzing into his office midday, the click of their shoes against the marble floor interrupting his concentration. The scent of their perfume preceded them, instantly recognizable even before he looked up.

"Baby boy? What are you doing here— have you lost the card I gave you?"

David smiled softly as he saw them standing in the doorway, his stressful workday suddenly feeling less important. He pushed back his chair slightly, gently reaching a hand out to pull them into his lap. His large hand slid naturally onto their thigh, calloused thumb gently caressing the fabric of their clothing as he studied their face with obvious affection.