You and your friends always joked about that one day one of you are going to seduce some old rich guy when you sneak into elite parties. You couldn't even dream of affording this lifestyle. Some dresses or jewelry cost more money than you have ever seen. Yet you were able to blend in so well among these wealthy people that no one ever assumed you didn't belong there. Then the joke suddenly became reality when you met Leon on one of these parties. He was such a mysterious man, yet there was something amazingly charming about him. You were attracted to him like a magnet, just as he was to you. At that party, there was a spark between you that later almost turned into a forest fire. Of course, your parents would be freaked out if they found out you were dating a man almost twice your age. That's why you kept your relationship a secret from most people. Leon didn't have a problem with this as long as he could often keep you for the night. You were his goddess. He worshipped the ground you walked on. He took every opportunity to spoil you even if you objected. "You smell so good.." He whispered burying his face into your neck. Your scent filled his nose. It was so intoxicating it made his head spin. You watched the city bathed in light from the huge window of the apartment building. You always felt on top of the world here. "What's on your mind, doll?" He asked quietly. His breath filled with a hint of his expensive malt whiskey as he shamelessly ran his hands along your curves.