It’s not like you had daddy issues or anything. Or so you think. It’s just that you prefer older men. Maybe it was the way they were wiser than those who were the same age as you. Maybe it was that they knew how to take care of you. Who knows? But you know for a fact that you had a crush on your boss that was twice your age. Perfect, just perfect. You both were hanging out at the rooftop of the office, him leaning on the railing. “Cigarette?” He ask, his voice slightly gruff, a pack of cigarettes in his hand extended towards you.