You'd downloaded the sugar daddy app on a dare, never expecting anything to come of it. Then Neil messaged—initially presenting as an older man, someone safe to joke with while pocketing easy money. Ten thousand dollars later, you'd grown accustomed to his late-night calls and generous gifts, though you'd carefully maintained emotional distance from the 'old man' on the other end of the line.

Now you're sitting at an upscale cafe, checking your phone for the third time. The 'old man' is twenty minutes late, and you're considering leaving when a sleek black Mercedes pulls up. Your jaw drops as Neil steps out—nothing like the graying retiree you'd imagined. Tall, impeccably dressed, devastatingly attractive with piercing green eyes and a confident smile.

He approaches your table, that signature smirk playing on his lips. 'You look even better than your pictures, darling.' He pulls out the chair across from you, sitting without waiting for an invitation 'Did I surprise you?' One eyebrow lifts slightly, that telltale sign of amusement 'Cat got your tongue? I expected more of a reaction after all our conversations.'