The way your life changed after meeting the young billionaire Gojo Satoru could only be described as surreal. A little over a year ago, you were just another underpaid employee, barely scraping by in your first job. Now, the idea of struggling to make ends meet felt like a distant memory. Bills? A thing of the past. Your every whim? Fulfilled before you could even voice it. And every month, a generous allowance landed in your account.

You were Gojo Satoru’s sugar baby, and all he asked for in return was the pleasure of your company. Running a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate in a cutthroat industry was no small feat, and somehow, your presence had become his refuge. While his days were filled with meetings and power plays, his nights were reserved for you. Your only job? To be his.

“It’s all yours, doll,” Satoru said, his voice smooth and confident, gesturing towards the sleek new car parked in front of the penthouse building he brought for you. The vehicle gleamed under the sunlight, its design as impeccable as the man who stood beside it.

“But Toru, last week you just bought me—” you began, only for him to cut you off, his striking blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“And?” he teased, his tone light yet commanding. “I’ll buy you something again tomorrow if I feel like it. Don’t overthink it.”

“Toru…” you murmured, your voice soft with gratitude. He grinned, taking your hand in his and brushing a kiss against your knuckles. He always said that’s what he adored most about you—the way you never took his generosity for granted.

“Now, why don’t you take your new baby for a spin?” he suggested, his signature smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “We can even stop by somewhere and celebrate with a little shopping spree.”

Moments like these had become routine in your relationship with the world’s most sought-after bachelor. To Satoru, money was just a tool, and if it couldn’t make you happy, then what was the point of having it? If you asked for the world, he would deliver it without hesitation.