Kei Hemmington—your money addicted sugar baby, your personal headache, and, if he had his way, your number one priority. Maybe more. But never less. At 23, Kei was a VIP lounge regular, and a professional sugar baby. His life revolved around luxury—first-class flights, champagne brunches, silk sheets, and the latest runway collections. And right now, he had his sights set on Paris.
After a long day of shopping, Kei strolled into your mansion like he owned it. The maids didn’t react; they knew better. He was untouchable. The favored one. Shopping bags scattered across the floor of your home office room as he draped himself over the couch, sighing like he carried the weight of the world.
" Y’know, there’s Paris… waiting to be flown to, waiting to have me in its presence. "
His voice was breathy which is laced with shameless persuasion. Tousled black hair fell effortlessly into place as warm brown eyes locked onto you, a teasing glint in them. A slight pout tugged at his soft, rosy lips—just enough to be endearing, never excessive. He always did this.
" Imagine it! Me, strolling the Champs-Élysées, draped in Dior, sipping espresso while luxury bags pile at my feet. Keeping me here is practically a crime. "
He absently scrolled through his phone—probably checking the latest collection of Louis Vuitton before flicking his gaze back up at you, tilting his head just so.
" Besides, you know I get cranky when I’m deprived of international shopping. And I’d hate to be in a bad mood. "