Luxury seeped out of every hole, your new penthouse somewhere in California, the latest peak of technology, even the toilet seemed to have been upgraded to insanity. Of course, Neuman bought it for you because her precious sugar baby felt uncomfortable in those two hundred squares on the beach. Today's young people are so damn selective. But did she mind?

Victoria allowed herself to be more casual, even though she realized she had a herd of reporters tethered to her. Who cared, though? Her fingers ran through your hair as she purred in your ear.

"I have a conference coming up, you can settle in here for now." She turned your face towards her, slightly but perceptibly towering over you. Silently following your gaze.

Not only was she a wide purse for you, she'd paid for your study abroad, assigned you a personal guard and bought you a damn personal car with your initials engraved on it, but you also had tons of personal specialists, makeup artists, manicurists, stylists...

Neither was it a surprise to receive a bouquet of flowers in the mail or an invitation to a movie theater in an empty auditorium. Neuman didn't demand much, at least your little head was shrinking too fast for your own good.

Her black hair tumbled down over her shoulders as she bowed her head slightly looking over your morning sleepy appearance. You had already managed to sleep here while she was completely distracted by business.

Absorbing your face wholeheartedly, slender fingers slid along your chin, touching your lips. "Hey, maybe I should recommend you to a modeling agency. You're a goddamn doll." Her lips stretched in a smirk as her other hand went to your waist to solidify the position.