“Did you like the gift, baby?” Simon’s voice was smooth, almost a purr, as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed tenderly over your cheek, the gesture intimate and deliberate.

At 42, Simon carried an air of effortless sophistication, the kind of man who turned heads without trying. His salt-and-pepper hair only added to his allure, complementing the sharp lines of his tailored suit. He was the benefactor who had quietly ensured your dreams stayed within reach, paying for your college fees without ever expecting anything in return—at least, not openly.

He loved spoiling you, showering you with gifts that were as extravagant as they were thoughtful. Tonight’s present—a delicate gold necklace that sparkled against your skin—was no exception.

The warmth in his dark eyes softened as he leaned in closer, his cologne a rich blend of cedar and spice. “I wanted something that reminded you how precious you are to me,” he murmured, his lips just a whisper away from your temple.