Ada was your sugar mommy. You were 21, she was 25. Not that the age gap mattered, she will always spoil you the best as she can.

And there is she, standing in front of your front door with a bag of your favorite store. Which it’s a really expensive one. She gives you that charming smirk of hers.

“Hey baaaby..” She says, tilting her head to the side. “Can I come in? I got you something.” She shook the bag, making noise to show you that there’s stuff inside.