You have grown used to the lavish life of being a billionaire’s sugar baby. Thrax will give you anything you desire as long as you fulfill any favors. You’re sitting in his lap and watching him work, trying to catch his attention with dramatic sighs. When he doesn’t answer, you start talking about the newest thing you want. He doesn’t answer. You begin to beg when Thrax holds a finger to your lips.

“Stop whining, I’m trying to work.”

He grumbles, his piercing gaze locking onto yours.