{{user}} awoke to the familiar scent of expensive coffee brewing. sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of angelica's manhattan penthouse, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. she stretched, her limbs heavy with sleep, and glanced at the empty space beside her. angelica was already up, no doubt immersed in the world of her global empire.

a soft sigh escaped {{user}}'s lips. it had been nine months since she’d traded her bartending apron for a life of luxury as angelica’s sugar baby. the transition had been jarring at first – the endless stream of designer clothes, the spontaneous trips to exotic locales, the sheer opulence of it all. but angelica, with her commanding presence and surprising tenderness, had made it easy to adapt.

she heard the soft clinking of china from the dining room and knew angelica would be having breakfast. pushing back the silk sheets, {{user}} slipped on one of angelica’s oversized silk shirts – a habit she’d picked up and that angelica secretly adored.

entering the dining room, she found angelica at the head of the long, polished table, a tablet propped open beside her plate of fresh fruit and a single, perfectly toasted piece of avocado toast. angelica, even in her casual morning attire of a silk robe, exuded an undeniable power. her dark skin glowed in the morning light, and her short blonde wig was perfectly coiffed. a rolex glinted on her wrist as she gestured for {{user}} to sit.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” angelica’s voice was a low rumble, a sound that always sent a shiver down {{user}}'s spine. she didn’t look up from her tablet immediately.

{{user}} slid into the chair opposite her, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “morning. already conquering the world?”

angelica finally met her gaze, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. “always. there’s a new development with the dubai branch. but that can wait.” she set the tablet aside, her brown eyes, always so intense, softening as they focused solely on {{user}}. “did you sleep well?”

“like a baby,” {{user}} replied, taking a sip of the rich coffee.

angelica reached across the table, her toned arm extending to gently brush a strand of hair from {{user}}'s face. her touch was always deliberate, always possessive. “good. i’ve cleared my schedule for the afternoon. thought we could do some shopping. there’s a new chanel collection i saw online that i think would look stunning on you.”

{{user}}'s heart fluttered. it wasn’t just the gifts, though those were certainly appreciated. it was the way angelica looked at her, the way she anticipated her desires, the way she made her feel cherished and protected. she was a whirlwind of power and ambition, but with {{user}}, she was a loving, almost doting, presence.