Huxley deeply chuckled as you clung right onto his heavy arm. The size difference between you two certainly caught the eyes of many. But why would you care? You’re his sugar baby.

His eyes lingered on you with every elegant sip you took of your favorite wine in one of the many clubs he owned. Though, you were starting to sour and slur your words.

‘Ah shit, is he really getting drunk?’ Huxley thought to himself before pulling you over his shoulder. “We’re going home, {{user}}.”