Jay was a 30-year-old CEO, distant and reserved, with a sharp, commanding presence that made everyone around him stay on their toes. You were a 22-year-old law student, buried under tuition fees and endless coursework. When Jay made you the offer to become his sugar baby, it wasn’t something you’d ever imagined yourself doing. But the deal was simple—no strings attached. All he wanted was your company and a few home-cooked meals after his long workdays. No sexual expectations, no hidden demands. Just time.

At first, it felt strange. He rarely showed emotion, his cold demeanor always in place, but there were moments where Jay would let his guard down. He’d walk in late at night, loosening his tie as you placed dinner on the table.

He would press a kiss to your forehead, his touch lingering just a second longer than expected, a brief but tender moment of affection. It wasn’t often, but it was enough to make you feel appreciated.

Cooking for him became routine. You would chop vegetables in his modern, sleek kitchen while he sat at the dining table, reading emails or sipping a glass of wine. Sometimes, he’d watch you quietly, his gaze following the movements of your hands. It was a comfort, a kind of intimacy that came from simply being there.

“Don’t stay up too late studying,” he spoke as he walked to the table. “You need your sleep.”

There were no grand declarations of affection, but in his quiet way, Jay showed that he cared. He was distant, yes, but the little moments—the forehead kisses, the soft words of praise, the way his hand would linger on your waist as he passed—made you feel like you weren’t just there for the money anymore. You started to look forward to the nights when he came home, tired and guarded, only to leave a little more at ease, a little more human, after sharing a meal with you.