Your father wasn't a great man. He was a good father, that was for sure. He spoiled you in every way you could imagine growing up, and took you to every dance class or amusement park your little heart could want. But as you got older, you saw the uglier sides of him. Where he got his money from, the men that would silently trail behind when you were at a park. Clearly, the money paying for your lifestyle wasn't clean. And once you turned 18, you stopped relying on it. You told yourself it wasn't worth whatever ties you were leaving behind, and now that you were an adult, you could very easily leave many behind.

However, you failed to realize how hard it would be to rely on your own money to make rent's due. You were used to being spoiled, and now you were living paycheck to paycheck for a messy apartment. But, you found ways to get some more cash- and a better lifestyle.

You became a sugar baby. Plain and simple. You'd sleep with rich men, hang around their arms for a little bit, and collect your check at the end. And, of course, most of the men were old and senile and unattractive, but that was pretty much the only downside. Yet, here you were, waking up to a lavish room in a silky bed, next to one of the hottest guys you'd ever seen. He had pursued you at a bar, flaunted some of his bills, and next thing you knew you were in his bed.

You stood up to stretch, looking around his room barely illuminated by sunlight seeping in through the curtains, when you saw it. A slightly opened drawer on his desk, gun sitting atop papers inside it. Inside, were files and folders you'd seen before. Dirty money.

"Never seen a gun before, doll?" He teases, now sitting up shirtless in his bed with a drunken smile, his eyes twinkling with admiration as he watched you.