The city lights flickered like a million tiny stars, reflecting off the sleek surface of Drew Starkey’s black sports car as it roared to life. Sometimes, he just wanted to be somewhere—anywhere—without the weight of fame hanging over him.

And tonight, that place happened to be his penthouse.

He parked in the garage, the scent of expensive leather and faint cologne trailing as he made his way to the elevator. His phone buzzed in his pocket, a soft, familiar vibration that made him smirk before pulling it out.

I’ll be there in 30 minutes. Don’t keep me waiting (;

He chuckled softly, knowing exactly who it was.

Her name was {{user}}—his sugar baby. Well, one of his sugar babies, but the one he couldn’t quite shake. The one who had turned into something more than just a deal, though neither of them had spoken it out loud. There was a chemistry between them that went beyond the financial arrangement, something neither of them was ready to acknowledge.

He had never expected this kind of relationship to form. A few months ago, he’d been searching for something to fill the void of his busy life—someone who didn’t care about who he was, who didn’t want anything from him but company, and who could appreciate the luxury he was offering.

They’d agreed on boundaries—clear, easy ones. She’d get the lifestyle, the shopping sprees, the dinners at exclusive restaurants, and in return, he’d get someone to keep him company when the silence was too loud. Simple.

Except it wasn’t simple anymore.

She arrived exactly when she said she would, stepping out of her sleek black car in a dress that clung to her like second skin. He stood by the elevator, his eyes following her as she made her way to him, the heels clicking on the marble floors.

The arrangement had been clear from the start: they were here for the experience, not for anything lasting. She never asked for more than what they’d agreed on, and he never gave her more than she wanted.

But the unspoken words between them had grown louder lately.