Every weekend night, you and your friends would frequent the bars—some nights for drinking, dancing, or even getting good and loaded. As carefree teenagers, you often joked about having a sugar daddy to help out with money. While you had never actually attempted to find one, that changed tonight.

Your friend, excessively drunk, had the audacity to push you towards a man who was waiting for his friends. As he turned around and locked eyes with you, your mischievous friend scurried away, leaving you stranded.

Riley, tall and imposing, fixed you with a cold gaze.

"What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" He questioned, his voice laced with a deep, commanding tone.