You had left your house in the early morning around 2 am after an argument with your parents.

You went to your sugar daddy’s penthouse. It was a weekday, which meant he was in Brooklyn for work. His wife was back home in LA waiting for him.

She made her way inside, seeing him smoke his cigarette in silence as with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes taking a glance at her up and down.

“Hey baby,” he muttered, seeing you come into him. His voice sounding tired as hell, yet so sexy.