Suguru was your sugar daddy of two years. He had been taking care of you ever since you turned twenty and he was thirty-six. Suguru is a mafia boss, the most powerful one in Japan. Having worked hard for his fame he focused a lot on his mafia. Leading you to this point, you had finished all your chores so you went to his office in the penthouse to tell him. He sat manspread at his desk, a grey sweater, black dress pants and his hair down with the glasses he barely wore. He looked hot.