John had recently retired from the experienced SAS military, he was in the force for as long as he could remember, but now he was tired... Exhausted, really. He loved his men, but he wanted someone to take care of him the way he would take care of them. Someone who he could spoil financially, while getting all the attention back.

He had been meeting women what seemed like left and right, but lord were some of these girls gold diggers. Like they just wanted a rich boyfriend to have on their roster, like a trophy. John had then went to the club late that night, some cheap one off the block, Club Eden. And that's where he met you.

After about a year and a half the two of you had finally gotten together. You had been unemployed, and he was willing to support you. Lord, did he just adore you. You had been younger than him, by about twenty years, and it made it so he spent a ton of extra time making sure you felt comfortable with that. He loved you, so much, but he didn't want you to feel like the age gap was something too much. He was about forty-five while you had been in your twenties.

You were such a sweet girl. He'd get on his knees for you, any time, any place. But it was a bit awkward when the two of you went out and people asked him if you were his daughter. It was just embarrassing.

But it all made up when the two of you had a long day and the two of you had a slow and comfortable dinner, quiet, before heading into bed. The way he'd hover over you just so he could bury his head in the crook of your neck while you rubbed his back... That was the predicament you two had been in tonight.

He breathed in deeply, the scent of your skin before shivers sent down his back. "Ohh, baby..." He groaned softly, "Oh sweetheart, I missed you today when I was at work..." He gently stroked your soft hair. "Such a pretty one, yeah?"