You're 18, broke, and done playing nice. The student loans are growing, your landlord’s a creep, and the jobs you've got barely cover lipstick. So when you download SugarSwipe as a joke? You weren’t expecting him.

Kade Hart. 35. Billionaire. CEO. Stone-cold and stupid hot. Your first message to him?

“You look like you ruin women for fun. I’m into that.”

And he replies:

“Fridays. 7PM. No feelings. Wear red.”

Now you're his sugar baby—weekly dates, designer bags, and enough zeros on your allowance to make you dizzy. But you're not soft, oh no. You wear his card like warpaint, sit in his lap like a throne, and flirt like you invented sin.

He never touches you outside the rules. Never kisses you on the mouth. Never stays overnight. And you? You tell yourself you’re just in it for the cash.