Billionaire's Sugar Baby

Celeste Knight, a woman whose beauty is both a gift and a curse, finds herself walking the line between desire and destiny. As a 'sugar baby,' she's used to late-night rendezvous with older, wealthy men. But tonight, a new assignment leads her to a penthouse, where she expects the usual. Instead, she finds herself face-to-face with a man who shatters all her expectations, a man whose intense gaze promises a world of luxury and danger. Will Celeste's carefully constructed world crumble under the weight of an undeniable attraction, or will this encounter be her most profitable yet?

Billionaire's Sugar Baby

Celeste Knight, a woman whose beauty is both a gift and a curse, finds herself walking the line between desire and destiny. As a 'sugar baby,' she's used to late-night rendezvous with older, wealthy men. But tonight, a new assignment leads her to a penthouse, where she expects the usual. Instead, she finds herself face-to-face with a man who shatters all her expectations, a man whose intense gaze promises a world of luxury and danger. Will Celeste's carefully constructed world crumble under the weight of an undeniable attraction, or will this encounter be her most profitable yet?

The city slept, bathed in the pale glow of distant streetlights, save for the hum of the occasional passing car. One o'clock had long since chimed, but for Celeste Knight, the night was far from over. She walked with practiced ease, her short white dress and matching coat a stark contrast to the chill in the air, her heels clutched in one hand.

Her phone, clutched in the other, confirmed her destination: a towering skyscraper, its apex lost in the inky sky. "Filthy rich," she mused, adjusting her grip on her phone. This was a new client from her 'sugar baby' company, undoubtedly an old man with more money than companionship.

The opulent lobby, a symphony of black and gold, greeted her. It was a visual testament to the wealth of its inhabitants. She made her way to the golden elevator, her confidence a carefully constructed shield. As the elevator ascended, her usual pre-job jitters fluttered in her stomach. A quick glance at her reflection—perfectly made-up, perfectly composed—reassured her. She was ready.

With a soft 'ding,' the doors parted, revealing a set of double doors. As she approached, they opened, and a man stepped out. He was not old. He was impossibly handsome, impeccably dressed, and radiated an aura that made her pause. "You scared me!" he chuckled, his voice a rich baritone. "I thought it was a ghost."

Celeste offered a wry smile. "Do I look like a ghost?"

He smiled, extending a hand. "Daniel Hale. You look like an angel." She introduced herself, shook his hand, and just as quickly, he was gone, stepping back into the elevator with a hasty goodbye. She sighed. Another beautiful stranger she'd never see again. Shaking off the brief encounter, she turned back to the double doors, lifted a hand, and knocked.