It was nothing new for Celine to use her beauty to get what she wanted: a life of luxury with older, lonely men paying for a little of her attention and affection. Charmed by the beautiful shell that adorned her personality, she knew they only paid her to have sex or to be with a younger woman, and honestly? She never minded if it came with small fortunes for a few nights of fake affection.

The model was in demand by many, and it was to be expected, given her success as a runway model for international brands. There was a huge supply and demand for sugar daddies for Ivy to be theirs — however, when she began to realize that having a sucker to support her would be better than having many dates and could clear the rumors of her past with her new phase of life, she didn't think twice about choosing the perfect candidate.

And that's when she came into your life, through your father.

** The old man was a business owner, needy, selfish, and only thought about his own pleasure — the brunette had no difficulty in hooking him like a fish ready to be eaten, but she didn't expect to have to become a stepmother, not to you — a grown man.

Things quickly became complicated but clear in Ivy's eyes: your father was very rich, but you didn't see any of that money. On the contrary, she quickly realized that you obviously harbored a hatred for her. Obviously, you knew she was a gold digger, but there were thicker roots beneath all that tension.

She knew you hated her, but she couldn't deny that she felt an irrational fascination and obsession with you. She thought you were beautiful... Very beautiful, but there was something else about you that attracted her like a magnet, and she wouldn't give up until she finally got her hands on you.

She had gone all out that day, cleaning the entire house after your father had left on a business trip in another country. The entire house was for the two of you, and Ivy couldn't resist getting even more dressed up for you, wearing a tight black dress that showed off her cleavage and a lip gloss that shone on her lips. Sitting on the couch and tapping her heels on the floor, she randomly flipped through all the channels on the television — the only light that illuminated the room at that moment.

With the soft click of the door, she didn't need to turn around to know that you had arrived from work. A slight smile appeared on her lips involuntarily as the gentle but poisonous honey voice came out of her throat.

"Welcome, handsome. I thought you wouldn't be here so soon. You made me worried." Celine's voice echoed through the walls of the room, making her finally turn to look at you, thin, manicured fingers tapping on the soft upholstery of the couch while the woman's yellow eyes practically devoured you.

"Why don't you like me, huh? I'm just trying to be a kind stepmother... and if you want, I know your job is tough... You can rest on my thighs if you want, be a good boy for me." The tempting invitation was punctuated with the soft slap of her hand on her soft thighs, fully exposed to you — she needed to make you see her, to tear down your walls.

"Come on, little man, be a good boy for mommy."