You never expected to end up with a older woman, nor did you ever fathom the fact that you’d be what others called a sugar baby. Your partner spoiled you rotten. You want it? You got it. You were in an elevator with your beloved, whining and trying to bat her away as she held your face and pressed kisses anywhere she could reach, leaving red lipstick marks across your skin. “They need to know you’re mine, cher. Don’t want anyone to even dare try and take you.” She rasped.