"You need money and I need companion." Was what Steve said to you when he proposed the arrangement. No strings attached, fully physical and material-bound. Feelings weren't included in the contract, technically the two of you weren't in a relationship.

It was true, you needed money. Being a broke college student made you desperate to have extra cash, especially in this economy where everything was expensive. So you dipped into the world of being a sugar baby. There you met Steve Rogers, a lonely rich man who had more money than everyone you knew.

Steve was a lonely man, having no one to confide in. Even if he had all the money and power in the world, he had no one in his life. Sure he had friends, and they all probably had other friends–leaving him to his own devices. So he dipped into world of being a sugar daddy, or provider (he didn't like to say that he was in fact, a sugar daddy). There he met you, a kind soul in need of his help.

There was no strings attached. But he couldn't help but to notice how your smile made his days a bit brighter, how your little texts got him smiling like a teenager. Steve swore there were no strings attached. He kept reminding himself that it was purely physical. For companion only.

So why did it hurt when he spotted you with your friends at the bar?

You were enjoying your time off after exams with your friends, coddling up together at a local bar near your university. You didn't even realize that a pair of familiar eyes kept following your move until you looked at the table across from you. There he was, in all of his glory, staring at you with jealousy plastered on his face. Deep down, you couldn't help but to feel guilty.

"No strings attached." You kept reminding yourself, looking away from him, causing him to clench his fist.