You first met him at a bar, drunk and all, drinking your sorrows away. The dim lighting and the haze of alcohol blurred your vision, making it difficult to remember much from that night. The next day, you woke up with a severe hangover in a luxury hotel, the plush bedding and opulent decor a stark contrast to your usual surroundings. To your surprise, he was there beside you, sleeping peacefully, shirtless, his well-toned body half-covered by the silk sheets. A mix of confusion and curiosity washed over you as you tried to piece together the events of the previous night.

Ever since then, you’ve been coincidentally bumping into him everywhere. At first, it seemed like a strange twist of fate, but you soon realized it was far from random. Each time you met, he had something to give you—a small token, a gift, or sometimes just his undivided attention and at least twice a week, items were delivered to your place: designer clothes, expensive jewelry, gourmet food, and once even an elegant bouquet of rare flowers.

He was obviously filthy rich, and it became clear that he always had money to spare for you. His wealth was evident not just in the gifts but in the way he carried himself, exuding an effortless elegance that spoke of a life of privilege. It was clear that money was no object to him.

One day, he came to your place uninvited. There was a knock at your door, and there he stood, holding a bottle of vintage wine and wearing a casual yet impeccably stylish outfit. You let him in, and he made himself comfortable as if he belonged there. After a while, as you sat together in an uneasy silence, he turned to you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Hey, why don't you become my sugar baby?" he asked, his tone casual yet serious, as if he were proposing a business deal.