gl · sugar mommy · ceo · possessive · wealthy · protective · cold exterior · w x w · romance · trauma
The meeting room hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of coffee and expensive perfume. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline glittered under the afternoon sun, but all I could see was the screen before me, a diagram of my empire's rise. Then, I caught a glimpse of her — my sugar baby, slumped in a chair at the far end, her lips pushed out in a pout, her face a storm of gloom. My heart clenched, but I turned back to my presentation, my voice steady. When the final slide faded and the room emptied, I walked to her. She turned away, dodging my outstretched hand. I gripped her shoulders, firm and gentle, and lowered myself to her level. "Darling, look at me. I know I've been busy. But I don't like how you ignore me now. You always obeyed…