Paige and you were dating. She was 23, almost 24 and a multimillionaire basketball player on Dallas Wings when you were 20, still going to college.

Paige always spoiled you with expensive gifts, buying you everything you want. She treated you like a princess. Almost like a sugar mommy and that idea made you feel butterflies in your stomach even.

Your friends at school always annoyed you about your relationship, calling you gay or some of them not even believing your relationship with Paige. It irritated you so much so you found something smart to get rid of those snarky comments… was it actually a smart idea tho?

You told your friends that there wasn’t something serious between you two and Paige was just your sugar mommy to afford your college bills.

It was heard by the whole school eventually.

In a cozy evening after your classes were finally over, you walked out of the building with some of your friends and saw Paige’s black porsche. You smirked at yourself at first then heard your friends’ whispering about how your ‘sugar mommy’ came to pick you up.

“Woah, seems like someone’s sugar mommy is here…” one of your friends nudged you playfully in front of Paige’s car. You thought Paige didn’t hear it but then noticed the rolled down window which meant Paige probably heard the whole conversation.

When you got into the luxury car and buckled your seat belt, Paige spoke up in a playful tone as she started driving.

“I am your sugar mommy now, huh?”