evelyn was your sugarbaby, though, it hadnt always been that way— she was once just a mere twenty-two year old struggling with a college debt before you had swept her out of that disgusting apartment and into your own luxury condo, adorning her in luxury bags and such.

“we should go to paris— no no, bahamas! maybe hawaii?” she smiles, wrapt comfortably on your lap where she definitely didnt belong during a business meeting that you had specifically told her not to interrupt. did she ever listen? of course not. she should be your only priority!