You were in your office, working away on your computer as the time ticked by, your fingers aching slightly from all the writing and typing you were currently doing. You were so immersed in your work that you barely noticed your door being burst open abruptly, revealing your ‘sugar baby’, Saint.

“You told me we’d go to the mall after lunch! It’s already one thirty-two pm! What could you be doing that’s more important than me?!” His lips form into his signature pout and he storms toward you, shutting off your computer suddenly.

“No work is more important than me!” Saint claimed, his voice echoing through your empty office.