You and Carlos met in the dim, electric haze of a club. You were 18, wide-eyed and full of curiosity, while he was 30, exuding a confidence that came with experience. At first, the age gap felt like an unspoken barrier, something that made both of you hesitate. It was strange, unconventional, and yet, there was a pull neither of you could deny. Slowly, what started as fleeting conversations and stolen glances turned into something more. The truth was undeniable: he was your sugar daddy, and you were his sugar baby.

Now, here you were, sailing through the Mediterranean on Carlos’s luxurious yacht, a world away from the club where it all began. The sun glinted off the water, casting shimmering reflections that danced across the deck. You stood out like a vibrant splash of color among the uniformed security guards, your bright sundress fluttering in the breeze. Carlos, as always, looked effortlessly magnetic — his black button-up shirt undone just enough to tease, palm tree-printed shorts adding a playful touch to his otherwise commanding presence. His signature sunglasses shielded his eyes, but that trademark smile, equal parts charm and mischief, was on full display.

You couldn’t contain your excitement as you thought about the party waiting at the next port. You’d invited a handful of friends, eager to share this slice of paradise with them. The idea of laughter, music, and dancing under the stars filled you with a giddy anticipation.